Ivy’s POV

“Ivy,” my manager called out sweetly as soon as I walked into the studio.

“Good morning, Miss Chappell,” I responded and pulled off my headphones. (Please confirm that her manager doesn’t have a different name before.)

“Good morning, love.” She grabbed my hand. “We need to talk,” she said in a small voice.

I noticed the worried look on her face and how she wouldn’t even look me in the eye. Panic set in instantly. “Did something happen?” I asked.

She tugged at my hand and pulled me aside. “Come with me.”

I followed her quietly down the hallway until we made it to her office. She shut...