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The Cold Superstar Demands A Second Chance
Chapter 1
the phone screen bur
sofa of her high-rise apartment, he
tag AveryBirdGetOffTV glared back at her. Beneath
glass, trying to swipe the time
ished by TMZ
ub, his face flushed with alcohol, staring di
slurred in the video, his voice drip
Avery's stomach. She gagged,
he glass coffee table. The sharp crack
buzzing from the do
She walked to the door, her bare fe
uinn, her manager, stood in the hallwa
ocked the
ng a blast of over-conditioned hallway air mixed with
the dining table and slammed a manila folder down on the m
inches, spilling a s
Suspension" were print
ngs stoppe
epping scripts, the thousands of hours smiling into a camera lens, everything she had built from nothing over the last decade-all of it t
oughly through her ha
snapped. "They need to put out the fire
rsonal number, Quinn," Av
a harsh, hum
e about the screenshots Caryn posted. The matching luxury watc
her phone off t
all on Kenneth's agent's number, hol
e room. The call went straight to a full voic
switched to Instagram an
. She was comp
sofa cushions. Her breathing was jagg
t out a long sigh and walked
at whiskey and walked back,
"You need to face exactly h
g condensation on the outside of
one gulp. The alcohol burned a fiery path down her
ve a counter-strategy?" Av
staring out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the s
ead," Quinn said,
tation in Quinn's tone. The
ry demanded. "Te
er leather briefcase. She pulled o
immediately. They belonged to the
stack across th
," Quinn said quietly. "They
he crisp white envelop
reer was gone, and now, she was
