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Another female producer laughed lightly. “Getty’s poured a ton of money into this game, and she’s clearly Alexander’s favorite. It’s obvious he’s trying to impress his girlfriend.”
A male colleague added, “Using Getty isn’t a bad idea. She’s the top player on the server. Her involvement might have more impact than choosing someone less known, like Quinn.”
“There’s no room for negotiation right now,” another chimed in. “The guy’s invested millions into our game. We can’t afford to upset him.”
“But why not use both of them?” someone else suggested. “It’s not like there’s just one character to cast.”
“The issue is Getty wants to cosplay as Lunar, but we’ve already promised that role to Quinn,” explained the first producer.
“Let’s bring them both in to discuss it,” concluded another. “Maybe Getty will be willing to compromise.”
The next day, Quinn received a message from Abigail about a potential contract negotiation at VX Games. She hesitated. Alexander had already warned her, and she couldn’t help but wonder if going there would make things worse for Abigail. After a long moment of contemplation, Quinn texted back, “Abigail, I’ve decided not to go.”
Within two minutes, Abigail sent a voice message, frustration evident in her tone.
“Why not? Did Alexander say something to you? What right does he have to stop you? You don’t owe him anything. You earn your own money. Think about the baby—do you want a divorce or not?”
Quinn felt a knot tighten in her stomach as she listened to Abigail’s words.
“Take your time and think it over, but get back to me. If you’re not leaving him, I’ll tell Ellis to drop it,” Abigail added, her voice tinged with irritation.
Quinn’s heart raced. She didn’t want to lose Abigail’s friendship, but she was terrified of provoking Alexander’s wrath. She gripped her phone tightly, unsure of how to respond. After a long pause, she typed: “Abigail, he won’t let me see you.”
Before she could finish, Abigail’s voice message blared angrily through the speaker: “Who is he not to let you see me? Why wouldn’t he allow that? Do you think I’m afraid of him? Quinn, let me tell you—I’m not scared of Alexander.”
Quinn’s chest tightened as she prepared a response, but before she could, an exclamation mark flashed on the screen. Her heart sank—Abigail had blocked her.
In a rush, Quinn jumped up from the couch, her legs trembling. She grabbed her coat and dashed out of the villa, hailing a cab through an app. Her mind raced as the cab sped toward the coffee shop.
When she arrived, she rushed upstairs to the studio where Abigail was.
As Quinn pushed open the door, Abigail turned, surprised to see her, still in her pajamas, breathless and tear-streaked.
With a small smile, Abigail teased, “What’s with the outfit?”
Quinn’s chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath. She gestured desperately with her hands, her voice breaking as she signed, “Please, don’t break up with me.”
