Heather sighed. He was right, it would look too suspicious if Miss H handed her the role out of nowhere.
"It's already bad enough I brought you in here," Sheng continued, "saved you the trouble of all the paperwork and queues. But if she gives you the role too? That would be worse."
"I don't need her cleaning up my messes," Heather said flatly. "I can handle Caius."
The door behind them opened. The judges were filing out. One of them smiled politely at Heather. She wanted to smile back—but she couldn't. Her anger was too strong.
Caius was the last to come out. His eyes met hers, cold and calculated, as he strolled behind the others.
"They're going to Lauren's office now," Sheng said, watching them leave. "To decide who should get the lead."
Heather's eyes locked on them. "Then this is my only chance."
The others were walking ahead quickly. Caius, however, took his time, every step measured. Heather matched his pace, walking beside him.
