[b][u]MIKA AND SAM[/u][/b] Sam and Mika both knew that Anna had a point when it came to Duke. In Mika's mind, the longer Duke was with Esme, the longer she had with Dean. In Sam's mind, he just thought about annoyed Duke would probably be over being pulled away from Esme to do his actual job. Sam was just thankful that Duke was actually good at his job, or it would make things a lot more difficult for him. The last thing Sam wanted was to fire Duke over his 'activities' with Esme. He just hoped once again that it wouldn't cause issues between this company and the station. "Thank you Anna" Sam replied whilst Dean spoke to Mika, asking for help, which he thought was a tad unprofessional, but then again, if Esme was basically having an affair with Duke, Sam didn't really feel he could think anything of Dean's relationship with his secretary. After Anna walked over toward Esme's office, he stood back with a nod to Dean, then walked over and waited by the mini couch near Mika's desk for Duke to make sure he and Anna were good to go before he even thought about leaving, whilst Mika stood up. "Of course Mr.Smith" she replied with a smile, sweeping a strand of hair behind her ear, agreeing to his request to help him with whatever it was in his office, if it was in fact, anything work related at all. If it was something else? She wasn't going to complain about that either. She loved it when they could sneak private time in his office, it felt so rebellious. When everyone knew what they were doing, Mika walked with Dean to his office, holding her laptop in her hands and against her chest to look like she was at least going there on a professional basis and nothing else. She wasn't oblivious to a lot of things, but she was oblivious to the fact that more of her colleagues knew about her affair with Dean than she thought. So she always did what she could to look like she wasn't banging the boss behind his wife's back. "So what can I help you with Mr.Smith?" she asked him, an ever so slightly flirty tone in her voice as she spoke now they were just far enough away from everyone else on this floor. [b][u]NATALIA[/u][/b] Cason wrapping his arm over her entire thigh didn't phase her one bit, in fact, it did the complete opposite. She found it calming and just convinced her mind even more that he was just as into her, as she was him. She listened to what everyone was telling her and could tell that they all meant what they were saying. It just reminded her why she considered Rosie the best manager in the world and the boys as the best bodyguards in the world. "thanks....all of you" she told them sincerely before watching Beau heading to the door and deciding that enough was enough and they were going to get the hell out of this room. It was then, even she heard the security outside starting to usher the fans out of the way. She stood up from where she was sat and took a deep breath to prepare herself for the walk down the hallway. The letter was still playing on her mind and wondering what the hell this mysterious creep wanted with her. She had heard of the stories of certain girls going missing after a stranger stalked them and she prayed that this wasn't that situation, but her mind kept racing right back to the 'what if it is? Am I truly the next victim?'. Right now however, she had to stop herself thinking of the worst case scenario and solely focus on the sound check and evening's show. When it was okay to do so, she started to walk toward the door, staying close to Cason, listening to what he was whispering to her. Just as she was convincing herself, not to think about the creep, Cason brought him right back to the forefront of her mind. "If you wanna know that, you can have my phone to find out because I don't wanna know the answer" she whispered back to him as she walked through the hall, letting Beau keep everyone out of arm's reach of her. As fans and paparazzi called out her name, she faked a smile and gave a little wave, but overall, she tried to not interact with anyone at all, even if it would risk people thinking she was being rude and unlike herself. Her life was possibly in danger right now, and she didn't have the time or energy to pretend being nice to strangers. She slipped her phone into Cason's suit jacket pocket so he could look after it and if wanted, message the creep himself under the pretence it was her. "You know my pin code to get into the phone" she whispered, seeing the green room in sight and sighing with relief. --- In the green room, she let her shoulders drop slightly as she threw her jacket and bag onto the couch that they had given her. Hayley instantly ran over and gave her a hug, to which she reciprocated gladly. "Hey Hayley" she softly spoke. "Where as the other girls?" she asked. "On the stage warming up" Hayley replied simply, "you okay though? You look a bit shaken up, is it due to that note?" her best dancer and friend asked. "Yeah a bit, but I'll be okay" she told her honestly. "my boys have it under control..as does Rosie" she smiled. "So why don't we meet up with the others and get this sound check done? I could do with singing to relax" she softly chuckled as if to convince herself that singing and dancing would cure everything that was whirling around in her head. "Beau, Cason? Ready to deal with the hoard to get me and Hayley to the stage?" she asked them both.