“Master Lunar!” Rachel exclaimed, practically running to meet her, slightly out of breath. “Come on, let’s head up!”
“Okay.” Juniper had changed out of her school uniform and was now wearing a simple white t-shirt and a black baseball cap, its brim pulled low to obscure half of her face.
Rachel couldn’t help but marvel internally. The girl’s beauty was flawless, as if she were a masterpiece sculpted by the gods themselves. If they could sign her… with Jimmie as their top male artist and Juniper as their female star, their company would be unstoppable in the entertainment world.
“Master Lunar, Mr. Tate’s meeting room is straight ahead and to the right,” Rachel said, glancing at her watch with a smile. “He’s in the middle of a magazine cover shoot, but it should be over in about five minutes. Wait here, I’ll go hurry him along.”
“Alright.” With her hands in her pockets, Juniper idly scanned her surroundings. The room was stark white, a cold color palette that made it feel like an ice cellar. The only splash of color was a pink photo album on the table, which immediately caught her eye.
Drawn to it, she walked over and picked it up.
Inside was a picture of a girl, but it was just a silhouette with no facial features. It looked strange. In the bottom right corner of the album was a messy signature, but she could vaguely make out the words: My sister.
Sister?
The word sent a jolt through Juniper’s heart. “Could it be that he couldn’t remember her face, so he didn’t draw her features? Is Jimmie really my brother?”
“What are you doing—?”
Before Juniper could process the thought, a sharp voice barked from behind her.
“Clang!”

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