Fiona playfully bumped Hazel's shoulders.
"She's his bedmate; what do you expect?"
Hazel shook her head immediately.
"Even though Manson is always professional. First the production budget got slashed; now Amira is replaced with Sarah."
Her finger flew to her chin.
"Or he wants to use this medium to chase Amira away. Normally, signing Amira was off to me—"
"Hwph," Fiona's words spilled out. "Hazel forgot about her; it's not worth stressing over."
Hazel studied Fiona's face for a long second; a flicker of realization crossed her as though she did almost piece something together.
Then the thought disappeared.
"Whatever
—
An hour later, the taxi slowed as it approached Fiona's house. The driver glanced ahead before speaking.
"Miss," the driver said respectfully, "I don't think I can stop at the front of your house."
He pointed towards the road ahead.
"There's quite a crowd over there."
Fiona looked through the windshield; people had gathered there.
