The script reading wrapped up later than expected. Isabelle left the stage with the rest of the cast and found Camille waiting in the hallway, arms crossed, her expression unreadable.

As soon as Isabelle approached, Camille straightened. “We need to talk.”

Isabelle blinked, taken aback by the serious tone. “About what?”

“The man you were with at the contract signing. Who is he?”

So that was it. Isabelle had expected this sooner or later. She lowered her eyes for a beat ...