"Why not?" Jimmie's brow furrowed, his tone both pleading and cautious.
Why wouldn't she let her brother drive her? He really wanted to.
"It's too flashy," Juniper said, pulling on her hat. "Besides—"
She tilted her head back, her clear eyes meeting his. "We need to finalize the choreography for the music video tonight. I'll send you the proposal. Let me know if you have any issues so I can make adjustments."
Jimmie had a million questions for his sister, but knowing she had to get back to class, he simply nodded. "Okay."
On that note, Rachel chimed in. "All the dancers have been fired. I don't think we'll have time to audition new ones."
"We don't need to," Juniper said, already walking toward the exit. As she reached the door, she glanced at a figure huddled in the corner. "One backup dancer is enough."
"Huh?" Rachel blinked, then hurried after her. "Just one?"
"Mmm-hmm." Juniper beckoned with her hand, and the girl immediately scurried over, her head bowed timidly.
"Mr. Tate, Master Lunar, Rachel," she mumbled. She had seen everything that just happened. In less than ten minutes, an entire group of dancers had been fired and blacklisted. It was terrifying. She had been trembling in the corner the whole time, thankful she had stayed out of it.
"She'll do," Juniper said, gesturing toward the girl with a nod of her chin.
"Is one backup dancer really going to be enough?" Rachel asked carefully, biting her lip. It wasn't that she doubted Master Lunar's talent, but the original plan had been choreographed for ten dancers. Changing it now could be a major problem.
"If I say it's enough, it's enough," Juniper said, looking at Rachel with a deep, steady gaze. Her voice was low and soft, yet it carried an undeniable authority that was surprisingly intimidating.
"Oh! Okay!" Rachel felt goosebumps rise on her arms and didn't dare to argue.


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