A Stranger on Her Stage
However, Jennifer blocked our exit, one hand on the door and the other propped against my side, trapping us in her power play.
"Leaving? Not until you've explained yourself."
She looked down, her presence suffocating.
I could only look at her and feel sorry for the woman she had become.
At that moment, someone knocked on the lounge door from outside.
"Jennifer, are you there? The director's on our case."
I knew that voice instantly; it was Elliot Baker, the man who had set me up four years ago.
Jennifer inhaled deeply, steadied her emotions, and opened the door.
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