Hadley's hands were clenched so tightly that her nails were pressing into her skin.
"You were behind this," she managed to say. "You were the one who told all the dance venues in Srixby not to hire me, weren't you?"
Eric's expression darkened. "How did you find out? Who told you?"
Hadley exhaled sharply. Did that even matter?
"It's not important who told me, Eric." She dismissed the how of her discovery. The real issue was his interference in her career. "I need to work. I need this job and I need to be left alone. Please, just stop meddling."
"Your job?" Eric looked puzzled, almost offended. "You refer to those gigs as your job? Hadley, you're ruining your career as well as yourself dancing in those clubs!"
"I'd rather take that risk!" Hadley countered, her voice trembling with fury.
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