The door to the private lounge stood open. Music pounded inside, and smoke clouded the air.I stood at the entrance, looking at Derek seated in the center of the sofa.A cigarette was pinched between his fingers, and Natalie was draped against his shoulder.I walked over and set the soup his mother had made on the coffee table.My tone was flat, as if I were speaking to a stranger."Your mother wants you home."The moment Natalie saw me, she sat up straight and sneered."Well, well. If it isn't our former principal dancer. Reduced to running errands like a delivery girl?"I ignored her, caught Derek by the arm, and gave him my first public ultimatum."Derek, if you don't give the choreography credit back, we're done. For good."Derek froze, then frowned at me as though I were the unreasonable one."Amber, can you stop being so selfish?"He tried to defend Natalie."Natalie is new. She needs this opportunity to establish herself. You've won plenty of awards. What's the harm in letting h
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