His move

Clutching Mia's hand, I ran into the main headquarters of La Belle in Umbria, Italy. I glanced up at the high buildings, feeling my tension oozing out. For the first time in years, I wasn't so sure of myself.

The company was mostly empty, and except for the receptionist standing at the side, who looked at me strangely when I entered, there was no one.

I walked up to her and tried on a smile, "Elen Santos, please."

Her face dawned in recognition, and she quickly came out of the counter and was in front of me in seconds, directing me towards the meeting room, where my fate would be decided.

With what Char had said on the phone, hearing of the ruined show the day before, Mason had decided he couldn't wait for us to return to Vegas before giving me a piece of his mind. And he came along with other officials of La Belle.

I knew this wasn't just about me messing up the show.

Finally, we stopped before a door.

"Here we are," The receptionist said.

I nodded, "thank you very much."

Then she pe