Chapter 32

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"What are you all doing in your hotel rooms?" the director shouts, continuing to bang on my door.

I open the door.

"It's Sunday. You promised us you would give us a free day on Monday," I say.

The director scratches his head.

"I did?" he asks.

No, you didn't. But I really need my free time today so I'm just gonna manipulate your brain. Sorry! I think to myself.

I nod.

"Sorry, Raven. I seem to be forgetting everything these days..." the director says, then murmuring something to himself.

I smile and close the door.

"You shouldn't have done that," Hailey tells me seriously.

I sigh.

"I need to have a break today. He's been going on us so rough," I reply, shaking my head.

Hailey smiles jokingly

"No one likes working after a breakup, right?" Hailey teases.

I watt at her.

"It's not about that," I snap.

Hailey grins.

"Sure, sure," she answers.

Suddenly, my phone rings. I look at it and see that Alex has sent me a text. Oh, and I need to change his name to 'Player' instead of 'Bae'. I quickly do that before I even look at what he texted me.

"Alex, eh?" Hailey asks, noticing me typing 'player'.

I nod.

"You gonna answer?"

I nod again.

"I have to," I respond.

I then finally read the text.

Hey, I'm sorry. What I said to my dad was wrong. I don't just want your body. I love you. I really, really do and I'm sorry that I said that to my dad. And I have a warning: if you don't let me suck your breasts, I will tell the world about your Supernatural secret.

"Hailey, see what Alex is doing right now," I say sharply.

Hailey closes her eyes.

"He's cackling evilly. What did he send to you?" Hailey answers.

I show her my phone, clenching my jaw.

"Erase his memory. Quickly!" Hailey tells me.

I close my eyes and picture Alex. I search his mind, finding the memory about me telling him I'm a Supernatural. I tug it out of his mind.

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