The drive back was quiet; Briony didn't say a word.

James glanced at her in the rearview mirror several times, noticing that she was staring out the window, lost in thought.

When they finally pulled up outside the studio, he killed the engine and turned to her.

"We're here," he reminded gently.

Briony snapped out of her reverie, ducked her head, and unbuckled her seat belt.

Just as she reached for the door handle, James caught her wrist.

"What did Stewart say to you?" he asked.

Briony looked back at him, her lips curving into a faint, distant smile. "There's a change in the contract. I haven't looked it over yet, but I'll go through it carefully when I get home."

James frowned. "Is that really all?"

She just smiled again. "That's all. I'm not staying late tonight. You should head home."

you need me to have someone look over the agreement

"Not for now."

James released

stepped out of the car, slung her purse over her shoulder, and headed

until she disappeared into the

Private hospital room.

the bedside, awkwardly peeling an

pillows, her uninjured hand holding

Rosita. Even your fan club has

replied, her voice soft and fragile. "But

up and I'll pay. Also, I have a termination agreement here. I'll email it to you please pass it

you step away from the spotlight, as long as you keep your management contract, the

is already settled with Stewart," Rosita cut in gently. "He helped draft the termination, so it

Maxine knew there was no changing

her gaze to

but her knife skills left much

needed to do something as mundane as

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