Eric considered the singular bite of the chicken sandwich in his throat felt like sawdust. “Jesus, Liev, what happened to her?”
“A producer came to the school this week to check out the musical theatre group. He’s a f*****g twat.”
“They all are.”
“Yeah, this one though still uses a casting couch and he uses it roughly. He told Hadlee he’d give her a lead role because she has chops but she needed to come audition for him privately.”
“She does have chops and all you needed to do was make sure she brought a guard with her.”
“She’s too damn impulsive. She’d order the guards out and suddenly she’s coerced, hurt, or raped and I’m burying the body of a Tony award-winning producer because he hurt her.”
“Or” Eric frowned, “you let her prove she’s her father’s daughter. She’s smart, Liev and I
