And that power, she was about to discover, was a cage.
“Mia Chen.” The voice was calm, male, and carried the weight of a legal department. “This is Nathan Fisk, representing Ms. Kael. I’d like to discuss your 2:17 AM post.” shesshfans
Her phone buzzed. Not a notification—a direct call. A number she didn’t recognize. And that power, she was about to discover, was a cage
A blurry photo, taken from a balcony two blocks away, showed Sasha leaving a private recording studio in Prague. The studio belonged to a notorious producer who worked exclusively with one other artist: Sasha’s rumored ex, the brooding singer Jax Venn. A number she didn’t recognize
Mia stared at the photo on her screen. The blurry figure of Sasha, a silhouette of genius and exhaustion. She had never seen Sasha as a person. Only as content.
“It’s public space,” Mia whispered, but her voice cracked.
She answered on the second ring. “Hello?”
