Chapter 257

Chapter 257:

Caught off guard by a woman’s voice and realizing his mistake, the manager stammered, “Uh…”

“This is Linda Harris,” she said in a tone that was casual yet assertive. “Tell me what’s going on, and save me the trouble of bringing this up with Eric later.”

“Alright, I’ll explain.”

The manager paused only momentarily before choosing to be forthright.

It was common knowledge in Srixby that Linda held a special place within the Flynn family, particularly favored by the Flynn brothers. “The situation is this—Mr. Flynn explicitly instructed that no dance clubs in Srixby should employ Hadley.”

“Is that all?” Linda’s voice carried a hint of amusement.

“Yes, that’s everything.”

“Understood.”

With a slight smile, Linda disconnected the call. She shook her head in disbelief, murmuring, “Unbelievable.”

She pondered why Eric would sabotage Hadley’s employment opportunities. Whatever his motives, she was skeptical of their integrity.

What could Hadley be up to at this moment?

Without any job opportunities, was she somewhere shedding tears?

Linda let out a soft laugh.

She recalled spotting them dining together recently and speculated if their dynamic had evolved.

Yet, everything appeared unchanged. Her concerns were unfounded.

In the conference room, the meeting had just ended.

Barrie recalled something as he turned to Eric and said, “Regarding your request a few days ago, I spoke with my mother. She arranged a meeting. Ms. Nicolson is available tomorrow evening. She’ll be waiting in her dance studio.”

Eric’s mouth turned up in a pleased grin. He nodded in gratitude to Barrie. “Thanks.”

gⱯ𝗅𝗇0ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈𝗺´ 𝘾𝒽𝓮𝒸𝓀 𝒶𝓾𝓉𝒽 𝓬𝓸𝓹𝓎

“There’s no need for thanks.” Barrie dismissed it with a casual hand wave. “Just helping a friend.”

Blanche Nicolson stood as a prominent figure in modern dance and directed Srixby’s most celebrated dance studio, renowned for its international tours that sold out well in advance.

Barrie’s mother and Blanche had grown up together, sharing a bond close to sisterhood.

This deep connection enabled Eric to secure an appointment with Nicolson, a figure known for her exacting standards—a significant achievement.

“However,” Barrie continued, “Ms. Nicolson was explicit in saying she will only consider them if they’re sufficiently skilled. A lackluster performance won’t cut it, regardless of personal connections.”

Eric dismissed the concern with a chuckle. “That won’t be an issue.” His mind replayed Hadley’s performances at Galant—each one more captivating than the last.

“She’s in a class of her own when it comes to dance.”

“Really?” Surprise flickered across Barrie’s face as he noticed a hint of admiration in Eric’s expression.

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