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Charlotte didn’t move right away. The words repeated in her mind. A world tour. She was actually doing it. She was going to be an idol.

She exhaled slowly through her nose, then stood. Her chair slid in neatly behind her in one controlled motion. She smoothed her skirt, more out of habit than necessity, and glanced toward the door where the CEO had exited.

A world tour meant more than stages. It meant press. Which meant more interviews, more cameras, and more questions. More chances for something to go wrong.

She adjusted a strand of hair near her temple, ensuring it fell exactly where it was supposed to. [color=pink]“New York first…”[/color] she murmured. [color=pink]“Press conferences tomorrow.”[/color] That was sooner than she would have preferred. [color=pink]“They’ll want reactions,”[/color] she said after a moment. [color=pink]“Excitement, mostly. Probably a lot of questions about what comes next.”[/color]

Her gaze dipped briefly to her reflection in the polished table. Still perfect. [color=pink]“…Congratulations,”[/color] she added gently, as if the thought had only just occurred to her.