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door where one of the bodyguards is standing and turns around to us.
    "Let me check first. I'll be right back," she says and knocks at the door.
    I cannot hear a reply, but Mindy opens the door nonetheless and quickly disappears, closing it behind her.
    Lesley and I are left in the corridor, closely watched by the mute but alert bodyguards.
    "I can't believe this is happening," she whispers, nudging me in the side. "Thanks for letting me come with you!"
    "Letting?" I say, winking at her. "You know I would be lost without you. You saw what an embarrassment I was on stage."
    It's true. Her presence alone puts me at ease, even though my heart is still racing. I don't know why, though. It's not like we're on stage anymore. There are not a few thousand people staring at me with malice. It's just him.
    Just him .
    I shake my head, trying to dispel the thought.
    "Besides you're the one who should really meet him," I add. "You are a true fan. Do you have a book of his with you?"
    She looks up at me, confused. "I do. Why?"
    "Maybe he can sign it?"
    Her eyes instantly light up. "Oh my God, yes!"
    Just at that moment, the door opens, and Mindy emerges.
    She smiles at me.
    "Sorry, Mr. Crow would ask to see you alone for now," she says. "Your friend will have to wait for a moment."
    I sigh - and so does Lesley.
    I follow Mindy through the door, leaving my disappointed friend behind in the corridor.
     

Chapter Six
     
    So, this might actually be about signing some sort of disclosure or non-suing agreement. Why else would he want to see me alone?
    I am soon to find out.
    The room looks a little like a hotel suit with a fancy seating area. There is a desk in the opposite corner, close to the window, with loads and loads of loose paper and pens on it. He does not seem to be a fan of proper notebooks.
    Cedric Crow is standing in the middle of the room, next to a light grey corner sofa and a small glass table. He has taken his jacket and tie off and is only wearing his dark suit pants and a white shirt. His hair is a bit ruffled, and he has opened the top buttons of his shirt. He looks exhausted - but incredibly sexy.
    "Renee," he says, approaching me, again with his hand stretched out, as if this is the first time we are meeting.
    "Mr. Crow," I reply, as I shake his hand.
    "Cedric," he corrects me. "Please call me Cedric."
    "Alright," I say. "Cedric."
    "Can I offer you a drink?" he asks.
    "No, thanks. I'm fine."
    He looks over my shoulder at Mindy. "That'll be all for now, thank you."
    She nods at him and quickly disappears through another door on our left, that doesn't lead out to the corridor, but to a connecting room.
    "Please, sit," he says once she is gone.
    He turns to the side and beckons for me to sit down on the couch.
    I follow his gesture but still launch into protest. "I really don't have much time, my friend is waiting outside and-"
    "This will only be a few minutes," he says, sitting down next to me. He is sitting so close that our knees almost touch.
    My heart appears to be confused and is fooled into doing a silly leap when he places himself so closely next to me.
    "Do you want me to sign something?" I blurt out.
    Cedric leans forward and frowns at me. "Excuse me?"
    "I mean," I stutter. "If you want me to sign something to promise that I won't sue you or anything, that's no problem. I can do that."
    He laughs and runs his fingers through his gorgeous hair.
    So that's how it got so ruffled.
    "No, Renee, that's not why I asked you back here," he says, still smiling. "Why would you want to sue me?"
    I look at him, baffled.
    "Because of what you did to me," I explain. "Humiliating me like that in front of thousands of people. Isn't there some kind of... law against that?"
    He shrugs. "Not that I know of. Besides, I wasn't the one who embarrassed you. If anyone is to blame for that, it's yourself, young lady."
    Young lady? Why is he talking to me as if I was a little kid?
    "Excuse me?" I snort with indignation. "You pulled me up on