Chapter 33 By the second day of the convention, I'm exhausted but in the best way. Yesterday I signed books until my hand ached and my face hurt from smiling. There is truly nothing better than chatting with readers. I love fangirling with them over our shared favorites. After all, I was a reader before I was an author. As soon as I leave my room, I'm plucked back into the chaos. People are already out with their carts and wagons filled with books they brought from home to be signed. They're armed with iced beverages and water bottles and wear comfortable shoes and shirts that proudly proclaim their love of books and devotion to particular fandoms. Molly greets me at the elevator with a coffee. "Good morning," she chirps with a cheery smile as she extends the cup toward me. "How'd you sleep?" "Not great," I say as I eagerly take the coffee. My voice is slightly hoarse from all the talking I did yesterday. "Thanks for this." "Everything okay?" Molly asks, always ready to problem-solve. "The girls in the room next to me were laughing and talking until late into the night. And maybe jumping on the bed? It was hard to tell, but they were having a great time." "I'll talk to the front desk about switching your room. There's a cheerleading camp here this week too. You must be next to one of their groups." "No. I'm fine." I stop her before she pencils in her to-do list to demand a new room in this sold-out hotel. I'd say it's impossible, but nothing is with Molly. "I haven't been sleeping that great lately anyway and I have earplugs if it comes to that." Molly doesn't look convinced, but she must decide we have bigger things to discuss. "Okay, well, keep me posted. I need you rested." "One more day. I'll survive." Today is the last day of the convention. Tomorrow I'm having breakfast with Molly and Doreen to talk about promotional details for my upcoming release, but after that it'll all be over. And I'll be free to do whatever I want, which in this case is to go see Nick. I found a few flights, but I can't decide if it's better to run it by him or show up unannounced. "Panels this morning, right?" I ask after taking another sip of coffee. I already feel better. "Yes." A hint of unease flickers in her expression. "What's that look?" "They made a last-minute adjustment to the author lineup on your panel." It takes no time at all for me to read between the lines. There's only one person at this entire event that I'd be unhappy about sitting next to. "Matt?" I successfully avoided him all day yesterday and it was glorious. Her mouth falls into a sympathetic smile. She doesn't know that Becoming Alaric was my idea, but she does know that we dated, and that it didn't end well. "We could pull you. I can tell them you are feeling under the weather or had a conflict in your schedule." "No." I'm touched by the lengths she's willing to go to protect me. "Thank you, but no. I'll be all right." After a small hesitation, as if she's giving me time to reconsider, she nods. "Okay." We walk through the massive hotel to the conference area and down another long hallway to find the room for the panel. I peek inside. The chairs are already filled with readers and several of the authors are seated on the stage up front. Including Matt. He stands, instead of sitting, almost like he just can't help himself and needs everyone to have a view of his perfectly polished, fake as hell, smile. "Ready?" Molly asks. I let out a slow, steadying breath. "As I'll ever be." I look around for a trashcan to toss my coffee. Molly takes it and then hands me a mint and ChapStick. "What would I do without you?" I take both items, slip the mint in my mouth and pocket the ChapStick for later. "Have dry lips and coffee breath." She beams. "Good luck." "Do I need luck?" I ask, too late. She's already hurrying off, probably to add more meetings to my schedule. I make my way along the side of the room to the front and then up the steps to join the other authors. Kenna is at the end of the table. "Hey, Ruby," she says. "Morning." I take the seat beside her, putting several people between me and Matt. I can't avoid him completely but at least I don't have to sit next to him. A few minutes later, the event coordinator gives the panel moderator the thumbs-up to begin. There are five authors across different genres. We start off by introducing ourselves and then answering a few preplanned questions. Once it's opened to the audience, the questions are directed more at individual authors than the group. To no one's surprise, Matt is in the spotlight. Women love him, but men too. He has a mass appeal that I used to admire. Now I realize it's all a show. I get a few questions too. One reader wants to know if a side character from my first book is getting a story, and another reader asks me if I've ever considered writing a rugby romance. Molly sits in the back, smiling at me and silently encouraging me to speak more than five words to answer each question. The spotlight is not where I shine, but hopefully my appreciation and love for my readers and this community comes through. "This one is for Matthew." A woman holds the microphone up to her mouth, hiding a shy smile. "How did you come up with the idea for Becoming Alaric? It's such a unique concept." For the first time since I sat down, I look right at Matt. There's absolutely no trace of discomfort or guilt on his face as he leans forward to speak into the mic in front of him. "That's a great question," he says, grinning back at her. What a fucking asshole. "To be honest, I don't remember exactly how it came to me." Like hell he doesn't remember because I sure do. I can see him so vividly, sitting across from me and picking up my notebook. "What's this?" he asked as he flipped through the pages. I'd been embarrassed to let him read it at the time. We'd only been dating a short time, and my idea notebook was sacred to me. I felt vulnerable sharing it with anyone. What if he thought my concepts were dumb or silly? He'd said nothing when he'd finished reading it. Not a single thing. We never spoke about it again and I'd all but forgotten about it until I saw his book deal announcement for a "vampire rom-com." Still, I thought it must be a coincidence until I read the blurb. He didn't even bother changing the names of the characters. A cold sweat forms at the back of my neck and my foot bounces under the table. "Ideas come to me from lots of places. Conversations with friends, things I overhear as I'm traveling, dreams, and news headlines." The woman who asked the question looks disappointed by his answer but nods politely as she hands off the microphone to one of the event assistants. "I can tell you that the inspiration for Autumn is based on an ex-girlfriend." He holds a finger up to his lips like it's a secret and the audience giggles. Autumn is the hero's girlfriend at the beginning of the book. She was his addition and though I haven't read it, I already knew, based on reviews and everything Lily had told me, that he was taking another jab at me. Autumn is a redhead who is so clumsy she falls down a manhole and is killed off in chapter three before the hero meets the heroine of the story. My cheeks burn. "Okay, I think that's all the time we have," the moderator announces. I'm already getting to my feet when a familiar deep voice booms from somewhere in the back of the room. "I have a question," he says. People swivel to look from him to the moderator to see if she's going to allow it, but Nick doesn't wait for her go-ahead. "This one is for Ruby Madison." The way he says my name makes my stomach flutter. My legs wobble as I take my seat again. "In your upcoming novel, you dedicate it to your favorite grumpy hockey player." "Is that your question?" I ask him, smiling so hard I think my face might crack. "It's a little vague. One might be confused on who you meant. Any chance you want to tell us who it is?" "Sorry. I promised to protect his identity." Nick's mouth pulls up on one side. "All right, everyone," the moderator speaks more forcefully this time. "Thank you all for coming." I hurry off the stage, but there's no getting through the mass of people between me and Nick. I push up on my toes and crane my neck to find him. I can't spot him anywhere, but then a hand wraps around my wrist, and I'm being pulled to the side. Nick smiles as I stumble toward him. He reaches out to steady me. I stare at him, a little stunned, before throwing myself into his arms. It's only when his arms wrap around my back and crush me to him that I truly believe he's here. "It's really you," I say into the crook of his neck. "Hey, Red." His voice rumbles in his chest. I pull back only to look at him some more. "You're a hard woman to get to," he says. We're still in the middle of a packed room and people are looking at him with curiosity and interest. Even if they don't follow hockey, he looks the part of a professional athlete in his black athletic pants and fitted T-shirt. "I feel like I'm dreaming. What are you doing here?" He frames my face with both hands, then gazes at me like he's refamiliarizing himself with it. "I'm so proud of you. All the people carrying your books around, dying to meet you. I took an elevator with your face on it." A laugh slips from my lips as he brings his mouth down on mine. His beard is back, and the feel is scratchy against my face. All the panels are letting out now and the hallways are filled with people moving to the next event. Which means I don't have a lot of time. "How did you get in here?" I ask him. "I bought a ticket." "They sold out months ago." "Fine." His lips curve up. "I bribed a nice woman in the lobby to borrow her badge. He flips the tag attached to his neck lanyard around. It says Debbie. "I had to give her my ID in exchange so she knew I wouldn't take off with it. And I thought hockey fans were intense." "Speaking of hockey, shouldn't you be at camp?" "We have today off, but I have to get back tonight for a meeting." "You came all this way for the day?" My heart squeezes. "Hello!" Molly chirps as she pops up next to us. "You must be Nick Galaxy." "Yes, ma'am. And you must be the wonder agent." "That's right." Molly grins at him, then switches to business mode. "We need to get you to the signing room." "Yeah. Okay." I glance at Nick. "Go. I don't want to get in the way." "Can he come with me?" I ask Molly, then to Nick I say, "I guess I should have asked you first. Do you want to come?" "Definitely," he says quickly. Molly thinks for a second. "Yeah. I can probably swing that. Give me five minutes to clear it and get him a badge. In the meantime, you two get to the signing room." I take Debbie's badge from Nick. "Can you also return this? She's in the lobby." With a nod, she reaches for the badge and then turns on her heel and power walks away. Nick's smile slowly builds as he looks at me. "She's something." "Right? I don't know what I'd do without her." His hand finds mine and intertwines our fingers. All around us, people are moving and talking, but I focus on Nick. I still can't believe he's here. It's odd seeing him outside of Moonshot. We were in such a bubble this summer and it crossed my mind once or twice since then that maybe our fling was a product of proximity and nothing else. I can easily cross that theory off now. "I don't want to get in the way or interrupt. I just had to see you. I couldn't wait to see you again." "Me too. I was seriously considering flying out to see you tomorrow." "Really?" His grin is back and though I can't see them, I know his dimples are buried under that beard. "Yeah. I wasn't sure if you'd think it was charming or clingy." "Hopefully my presence clears that up." He chuckles. "Clingy, right?" I lean into him. His head dips and he brushes his lips against mine. When he pulls back, I can see the same emotion and questions in his expression that I've felt all week. "We better get you to your fans." He opens up his stance. I know he's right, but I want more time alone with him. The signing room is a huge space with two entrances and hundreds of authors and vendors set up in booths with tables and backdrops. I'm sitting at my publisher's table with three other authors. There's a nameplate in front of my spot and behind me is a banner for the upcoming book. I know the second Nick has seen it. He glances at me, mouth pulling up higher on one side. "This is so cool." He walks around the table to get closer to it, then pulls out his phone and takes a selfie with it. "Want an ARC?" I grab one off the stack and hold it up for him. "They had to rush print these for the event, but they turned out pretty good." He takes it, then poses with it for another photo. "I'm so fucking proud of you." My face heats with the compliment. "I loved the ending. It was perfect." "You already read it?" I sent it out before I left for the conference, but I figured with hockey camp starting he'd be too busy to get to it anytime soon. "In one sitting." He sets the book on the table and closes the distance between us. With one hand, he brushes my hair away from my face and lets his fingers linger at my neck. "It was funny and sweet. Sexy." "I had some inspiration on that front." I beam up at him. All I want to do is kiss him and talk about what we're going to do next. When am I going to see him again? How will this work? I want him to be in my life every day instead of waiting months between weekend visits. But the other authors are coming in and I know the doors will open soon for readers. Nick looks around. "Where do you want me so I'm not in the way?" Molly shows up with a badge for him, a bottle of water, and an extra chair. "Wow. You're good," he tells her. "Obviously." She winks. Minutes later, it's chaos. Readers speed walk across the room, dragging their carts of books behind them. Nick's brows shoot up as he watches it unfold. I don't have long to capture his reaction before there's a line of people waiting with my books. I smile and sign each one, sometimes adding a personalization or a quote, other times I get pulled into conversations about the characters. I love hearing their perspective. It takes me back to when I was a kid and Olivia would read those first stories and tell me what she thought. Several people recognize Nick. He's polite when they ask him for a photo or signature, but he waves it off and tells them he's just here to support me. Word must get around pretty fast because pretty soon I have a line that gets so unwieldy the event staff start turning people away. "Your fans are coming to see me just to get a glimpse of you," I whisper to him between people in line. "Those aren't my fans, baby. Those are all yours." He sits off to the side, a foot behind me. He hands me fresh Sharpies when mine run out and reminds me to drink water by silently setting water in front of me, but otherwise, he just sits and watches, taking it all in with this proud look that I will remember forever. We run out of early copies of the book well before the signing is over, but the line just keeps going. After the last person has left my table, I sit back and sigh. "You did it!" Molly is giddy as she dances in front of my table. "Now can I nap?" I ask hopefully. And by nap, I mean take Nick up to my room and get naked. "You have thirty minutes." She waggles a finger between me and Nick like she knows exactly where my head was at. "Then we're meeting Doreen for dinner." "That wasn't on the schedule." "I know. She requested it an hour ago." "Is that bad? It feels bad." My stomach dips with unease. "Relax. Everything is fine. The promotions for the book went so well this weekend, she probably wants to talk about the tour schedule. We need to lean into the excitement." "All right." I'm not convinced but I have other priorities right this minute. Nick and I start to walk off and she calls after us, "Twenty-nine minutes!" In the hallway, people are sitting along the walls, resting and recharging before the next event. There's a final party tonight, karaoke and dancing. Nick takes my hand as we move quickly. "Want to come see my room?" I ask. "I want to be wherever you are." "Me too." I stop, prepared to tell him exactly how I'm feeling. He takes a step, then pauses and glances back at me. "Everything okay?" Before I can answer him, Matt approaches us from the side, smiling like we're old friends. "Ruby, hey." Nick tenses beside me, then steps closer. "Who's your friend?" Matt asks, though I'm ninety-nine percent sure he already knows. Instead of giving him any information, I cut to the chase. "What do you want, Matt?" "Just being friendly." He holds up both hands defensively and shoots a befuddled expression like he can't imagine why I'm being so sharp. "We're not friends." Matt's gaze slides from me to Nick. He holds a hand out between them for Nick to shake. "You're that hockey guy, right?" Nick's jaw flexes as he glares at my ex-boyfriend. Matt pulls his hand back, still somehow looking smug. He looks to me. "Genius move having him show up here. Did you come up with that or Molly?" My stare narrows on him. "Not everything is a marketing ploy." "No?" He shrugs. "Anyway, nice to meet you. I'm Matthew Rose." "I know who you are." Nick's voice is low and gritty. "Oh cool. Do you want me to sign something for you?" "Why would I want that?" "I'm kind of a big deal." Matt's brows pinch together, then he laughs it off. "I wrote a little book you might have heard of, Becoming Alaric." "Oh, I've heard of it," Nick says. "And I also know you stole the idea from Ruby." For only a second, guilt flashes on Matt's face but he recovers quickly. "You can't steal ideas." "Can and should are two different things." Once again Matt laughs. He turns his attention back to me. "I wrote the biggest book of the year, maybe the century. Do you really think you could have said the same if you'd written it?" I hate to admit that I've had that thought. Maybe the magic wasn't in the idea but in him. Either way, it was a shitty thing to do. "What the fuck did you say to her?" Nick asks, grip tightening on my hand. Matt hesitates, jaw moving back and forth as he considers us. Slowly, that sly grin returns. "You should be thanking me. Do you know how many people would kill to have me write their concept? I did you a favor. You would have turned it into some cheesy, chick lit crap that only sells to women who want a one-hand read." He no sooner than gets the final word out, then Nick is lunging forward and punching him. Matt crumples to the ground, catching himself on one knee. He looks up, blood in his mouth and sneers. There are a few gasps and wide-eyed looks, but no one comes forward. "We have to go." I grab Nick's arm and pull him with me down the hall. No one comes running after us, so when we turn a corner, I slow and face him. Then start laughing. Nick's jaw is tight but slowly loosens and as a smile finally stretches across his face, he laughs too. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." "Are you kidding? That was the highlight of my entire year." "I don't know how you kept your cool all this time, knowing damn well he stole it from you." His jaw returns to stone. "It doesn't matter. He's going to spend the rest of his career striving to recreate something he doesn't know how to do. He has to look at himself in the mirror and reconcile who he is and what he'll do to get ahead. I sleep just fine at night. Though better when it was next to you." "Same." "Well, that was entertaining," Molly interrupts. I open my mouth to ask her how she already knows, but she waves me off. "I was thirty seconds behind you. Good news. Matt's jaw isn't broken." "Is that good news?" I ask. She levels me with an unamused glare. "Kidding," I say. I mean, kind of. "That's on me," Nick says. "I take full responsibility, and I'll do whatever's necessary to make sure it doesn't blow back on Ruby." "If anyone asks, we'll tell them you were in a jealous rage. Though I doubt Matthew will mention it. He went down like a sack of potatoes." She makes a face depicting her embarrassment for him. "But we have bigger problems." "We do?" "Doreen wants to meet with you now. She got a last-minute flight home and needs to leave soon." "Go," Nick tells me. Molly nods her head and angles her body for me to follow her. "No." I shake my head. "I'm sorry. I'm sure whatever she wants is important, but I need five minutes alone with Nick." Molly heaves a sigh then looks around. She tips her head to the left. "The green room is probably empty." "Thank you." I take his hand and lead him there. "Five minutes," Molly reminds me. The green room is, as Molly assumed, empty. I shut the door and lock it. I turn and lean against it. With one hand, I wave toward the table of drinks and snacks. "Want anything?" "Yes," he says as he wraps an arm around my waist and drops his mouth to mine again. I fling my arms around his neck, and he pulls me up, holding me against him as he walks over to an empty table and sets me down on it. He stands between my spread legs, leaning down to keep kissing me. My hands slip under the hem of his shirt and trace over the hard, lean lines of his stomach muscles. "Fuck, I missed you." His fingers glide up my thighs and under my skirt to settle on either side of my hips. "I missed you too." I did not wake up this morning with "have sex in the green room" on my bingo card but all I can think about is getting closer to him. I push his pants and boxers down until his dick springs free. As I circle the base with my thumb and forefinger, Nick groans against my lips. He pulls back and looks me in the eye. "I didn't come here to punch your ex or for a quick fuck." "I know, but that was very satisfying to watch. I've never been so turned on." It seems that's all he needs to know because he hooks a finger on either side of my panties and tugs them down. I shift to help him and he frees the material from my legs. "We don't have a lot of time and I've been dreaming of this since the second you left." "Do your worst, Galaxy." He chuckles then takes my mouth and pulls me to the edge of the table. I guide his cock to my entrance, and he wastes no time pushing inside. We share a groan, tongues stroking together as we press our bodies as close as we can possibly get. Nick drives into me until I can't take any more, then pulls out and thrusts again. I'm already climbing. A week of longing and replaying every other time we've done this served as foreplay. He's close too. I can tell by the way he moves faster and the slight shudder each time he fills me. "Goddamn, you take me so good, baby." "More." It's a beg and a plea. I'm teetering on the edge, and it feels so perfect. His answer is to hook an arm around my thigh, lifting and wedging himself farther between my legs. And as I finally get there, tears well in my eyes. Nick is right behind me, caressing my face and telling me how good I feel. I soak up every word and every touch. He comes with a nip of my bottom lip and a deep groan. Then he stays there, still inside me, holding me to him. His chest rises and falls, and I can feel his heart beating the same rapid pace as mine. The emotion bubbles over. The tears slide down my cheeks, and it's so ridiculous that I'm crying right now, I also start laughing. "What's wrong?" Nick's gaze is filled with a frantic concern. "Nothing," I say, which I realize isn't very reassuring as I keep crying. His thumbs swipe at the tears tracking down my face. "I'm just so glad you're here," I manage to get out through a sob and a hiccup. "I missed you so much. I have slept in your jersey every night." His lips twitch and pull into a smile. One dimple peeks through his beard. "I'm sorry that I'm crying. I swear I'm happy." He keeps that smile aimed at me as he brushes his lips over mine. It turns out kissing is the magic trick to stop the tears. His mouth is gentle and sweet, the kind of kisses that I could get lost in for days. But unfortunately, Molly has other plans. "Two minutes!" she calls from out in the hallway. "She's relentless, huh?" Nick asks. "You have no idea." He pulls up his pants and then grabs napkins off another table to clean me up. The clover necklace I gave him hangs around his neck. "You're still wearing it," I say, motioning with my head to his chest. He looks down and then back to me. "Of course. It's my version of sleeping in your jersey." I laugh lightly. Nick helps me to my feet and then holds out my panties for me to step into. His hands slide slowly up, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "I wish you could stay longer. I hate not seeing you every day." "That's partly why I came," he says. "What do you mean?" He pauses, staring into my eyes as his teeth work over his bottom lip. "I love you, Ruby." Of all the things I thought he might say, that hadn't been on the list. "You do?" "Yeah, Red. I do. I should have told you before you left, but I kept telling myself we hadn't known each other long enough for me to feel the way I do about you. But a week without you and I know I wasn't mistaken. You stumbled into my life and I'm pretty sure I fell in love with you right then and there. I was scared. I'm still scared. I've never wanted anything more than I want this." Another laugh falls from my lips. I'm giddy, almost delirious with how happy his words make me. "I'm not even sure if you want the same thing, but⁠-" "I want it," I assure him. "Whatever it is." He nods and a half smile tugs at his lips. "I don't know what it looks like, but I want to make this work. I'm in. All the way. Whatever you want. I'll figure out how to visit you on every off day, though I'll be honest, those will be few and far between for a while with the season starting. You can come stay with us whenever you want too. Any time you want. For as long as you want. Or I can get you tickets to games and fly you out to watch or if you are sick of hockey, then we can spend every night on the phone, and you can tell me all about your day. And after the season is over, Aidan and I can come stay with you for the summer. I need you too, Red." Molly's voice comes from the other side of the door as she knocks loudly. "It's showtime, Ruby!" I don't want to go back out there, but I know Molly well enough to know she will break down the door if necessary. There are still so many things I want to say and things I desperately want to hear from him. "Go." "But..." "You don't need to answer now. You know my situation and how I feel, but you should take time and think about it. Really think about it, Red. And whatever you choose, I don't regret a single moment." I start to argue that I don't need time to think, but he keeps going. "You have so many incredible opportunities coming your way with the book. I'm so fucking proud of you and I want you to enjoy all of that. And your sister is about to have a baby. I know how much she means to you and you're going to want to make her a priority too. Maybe jumping into things right now is too much for you and that's okay." "No. I..." I shake my head. "I want to be with you too. We'll figure out how to make it work." He rests one palm on the side of my face and presses his lips to mine once more before stepping back. He takes my hand, and we start for the door. Just before we reach it, he pauses. "I almost forgot." He pulls a black box from his pants pocket and hands it to me. "What is it?" "Open it." I flip the top of the jewelry box to reveal a stunning gold necklace with a diamond encrusted hockey stick charm. "Aidan helped me pick it out." The tears are back. "I miss him too." "Same. He's working on a new song for you." Molly knocks again and before I'm ready, Nick unlocks and opens the door to reveal my very anxious-looking agent on the other side. "Oh, good." She smiles and her shoulders relax. "Ready?" I'm not, but Nick steps away from me. He's smiling as he walks out the door. "Later, Red." I'm in a daze as I follow Molly through the hotel. Nick loves me. He wants to make this work. He showed up today for me. I don't think I could be any happier. Maybe he thinks I need time to think about being with him, but I don't. I've known since the moment I left Moonshot. Doreen is waiting for us in the hotel coffee shop. She stands as we approach. I blink away the happy-tinged haze as I greet her. "Hi." My voice wavers. "Thanks for meeting with me before I go." She sits and waves a hand for us to do the same. "Of course. Is everything okay? I thought the reception of the book went over well." "It has. We're all thrilled for you. I was right to trust my instincts," she says with only a tinge of 'I told you so' in her tone. "You've proven you have what it takes to write across sub-genres and your readers are happy to take the ride." "Wow. Thank you. It all feels so surreal." Her lips purse as she considers me. "The question now is, what do you want to write next?" "I..." I start to give her the pitch for the Love Bites sequel but I'm certain Molly has already sent it to her. "I'm not sure what you're asking." Her red lips curve into a small, but satisfied smile. "I'll cut to the chase because I know you've had a long day. Whatever it is that you write next, I want to publish it." "You do?" "If it's the book you've already pitched, great. If it's more sports, that's fine too. Or perhaps you want to detour into time travel, fantastic. Whatever it is, I want it. I love the Ruby Madison universe. It's fun and unexpected. I think we could build something truly special together." My jaw drops as I mentally press rewind and replay her words, turning them over in my brain. She looks to Molly while I process. "I'll send over my official offer for the pitch, as well as two additional books of your choosing." "Holy crap." A huge smile spreads across Molly's face and her voice lifts an octave. She schools her expression before speaking again. "I mean, that's great. I look forward to receiving it on behalf of my client." I'm still frozen in stunned silence. She wants my book. She wants my book and two more! Doreen pins her gaze back on me as she stands. She lifts her large purse onto her shoulder. "Congratulations on writing a fantastic book. I'm excited about the future, Ruby." I get to my feet, still not quite sure that I'm not dreaming. "Thank you so much." "No need to thank me." "You took a chance on me when no one else did." Her lips twist into one last smirk. "And every other publisher will spend the rest of their careers regretting it." Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!