In the middle of the live stream everyone was glued to, the production team cheekily flashed a line on the screen:
"Mr. Dorsey has forgotten he's still mic'd up."
The viewers lost their minds.
"Don't anyone dare remind him! Hank, if you keep this under wraps, I'll become your biggest fan and throw all my money at your shows!"
"Stay quiet, and you're my hero!"
"Let's pitch in for a new gig for Hank. We're here for the whole ride this time!"
Meanwhile, Brielle and King were blissfully unaware of the online frenzy. After finishing her meal, King reached over with a napkin to wipe the corners of Brielle's mouth.
Brielle gave him a look.
"Try not to be so cozy, I can handle it."
"Oh."
King complied, unusually obedient, instinctively starting to tidy up.
Brielle spoke up again.
"Let someone else handle that. The crew has waited long enough. Didn't you say the other groups have already left? Let's get moving."
King nodded again and put down the dishes.
The viewers went even crazier.
"OMG! Is Mr. Dorsey always this well-behaved off-camera?!"
"A bossy CEO in public but a soft puppy in private?!"
"I'm living for this! Hank knows exactly what we want. Hank, you're our godsend, the master of spreading sweetness."
"Some folks just don't get it. Why call him Hank? Makes him sound old. Call him Big H."
And so, amid the chants for Big H, Hank decided not to clue King in about the still-live mic.
The camera continued following Brielle, who had now hopped into a vehicle driven by a crew member, giving the audience a close-up.
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New chapters please. Story is really interesting and i love both the ML and FL....
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