Raelyn's POV: Once Aiden had rested a bit more, we headed back to the office together. The second Taylor spotted me walking in with her fantasy Alpha heartthrob, her eyes turned sharp enough to cut glass—full-on hate stare. I couldn’t help it. I laughed. "Ms. Taylor, you look like you're dying to know what Aiden and I were up to last night." She took a step back, her face twisting. "What did you do last night?" I gave her my sweetest smile. "Well, what do you think? It was a dark night, cool breeze, just one man and one woman... of course something might’ve happened." Her expression crumbled. I was almost sure she was the one who drugged him. But with that crowd last night, there was no clear evidence. And judging by the way Aiden acted, even if he did suspect her, he had no intention of calling her out. And that pissed me off. Aiden might seem cool-headed and sharp, but when it comes to emotions? Total mess. Every word out of my mouth was meant to get under Taylor’s skin—to make her think Aiden and I had possibly hooked up. And it worked. She practically cracked, her jealousy bubbling over as she shouted, "Tell me what really happened! If you took advantage of Aiden while he was out of it, I swear I won’t let you off easy!" "I took advantage of him? Since when does mutual consent count as taking advantage of someone?" I flashed her a cheerful grin, watching her practically stomp her heels into the floor. God, this is entertaining. Taylor was already losing it. Her mouth ran ahead of her brain. "You're full of crap! Aiden was drugged! He never would’ve willingly done that with you!" And there it is. Bingo.She just outed herself. "I never said anything about Aiden being drugged. So how would you know, Ms. Taylor?" I asked, voice full of mock innocence. "Unless… you're the one who slipped it to him?" Taylor’s mouth opened—and stayed that way. No words came out. Her eyes darted nervously around the office. Once she was sure no one was listening, she snapped in a harsh whisper, "Doesn’t matter. I’m warning you—stay the heck away from my Aiden!" "Wow. Someone’s got a pretty inflated sense of self-worth." I gave her a slow, lazy stretch. I continued, "Whether or not I’m a threat to you… that’s gonna depend on whether you can actually stop me, Ms. Taylor." I gave her one last disinterested glance, then turned on my heel and headed back to my desk, not wasting another second on the raving lunatic. At dinner, Adam casually mentioned that he was shooting a new music video the next day. Robin immediately jumped on the idea—it’d be a great excuse for us to spend more time together—so he suggested I tag along. "Dad, seriously? You’re gonna let her go? She’s just gonna screw everything up," Adrian snapped. Ever since the kidnapping incident, he’d been convinced I was nothing but a liability. I couldn’t help finding his reaction hilarious. But instead of backing off, I shot back, "Cool. I’ll come by tomorrow and see how it goes." Adrian looked like he might rupture a vein, shooting me a glare sharp enough to cut steel. The next morning, I headed to the set with Adam, escorted by Alpha-level Eclipse Pack security. His new single was a soft, melodic love song—very much the kind of track that fit current charts. I only needed to hear the first few notes to know it was going to be a hit. "It’s a great track. But if you drop the pitch a little near the end and make the delivery a bit more sensual, it might resonate even deeper," I said. I wasn’t just throwing stuff out there—I actually knew music and couldn’t resist giving some constructive critique. Adam blinked, surprised. "Wait... you actually know music?" I just gave a light smile. Let him doubt. Doesn’t bother me. A romantic music video obviously needed a couple—but we’d been waiting forever, and the female lead still hadn’t shown. The director finally made a call and found out she’d been in a car accident on the way to set. No way she’d be filming today.The poor guy was a mess, pacing and shouting that they’d gone through dozens of auditions to find someone with just the right blend of looks and that classic, youthful vibe. Now he had no clue where to find a backup who could deliver that on short notice. Then Adam stepped forward with a relaxed smile. "Hey, I’ve got someone who fits the part." And just like that, he pointed straight at me—sitting on the sidelines, letting the breeze run through my hair. The director, who’d been too preoccupied to notice me before, turned when Adam and Adrian motioned my way. He went totally still, then rushed over, staring at my face like he was seeing the holy grail of casting. After a beat, he smacked his thigh and exclaimed, "You’re it. You’re even better than the original lead!"