Diana’s face went pale. Her stomach churned. Although she had managed to quickly escape to the restroom earlier, they refused to give her breaks. Her stomach felt bloated, and a terrible taste lingered in her mouth. She hesitated, pleading for mercy.

“Mr. Davis, I…”

The man’s patience snapped. “What? You follow their orders but hesitate with me? Are you trying to embarrass me? Or maybe you prefer their company over mine?”

His words carried a clear threat.

He had been a long-time client of Emerald Artists Agency, one of Bianca’s most valued clients. If Bianca found out there was any trouble in their partnership, it would cause serious problems.

Diana...