Chapter 70: Ross Oakley (2)
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Ross played it as hurt.
A father looking at his son and realizing, truly realizing, that he didn't know him at all. And as he finished the last line, he allowed himself a small exhale, opening his eyes to see what kind of reaction he would get.
Would Regal throw a tantrum?
Or would he do what every other director had done, nod along, adjust his notes, and convince himself that whatever Ross had delivered was exactly what he had wanted all along?
Ross blinked.
Regal wasn't in his seat.
?His brows furrowed.
For a fraction of a second, confusion flickered through his mind.
On the other side of the room, Alexander, who had been sitting silently until now, suddenly shot to his feet.
Excitement lit up his face.
He clapped. Loudly. Without restraint.