Mia hung up and turned to Leo. Her face was pale, but calm. “Did we ruin me?”
She said nothing. That night, he ran the chain. The note was perfect. The crowd roared. Mia’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. The unraveling came on a Tuesday in Nashville.
Afterward, a man in a blazer shook her hand. “I’m from Hollow Sound Records. That resonance… I haven’t heard control like that in years.”
Within twenty-four hours, the hashtag #MiaIsFake was trending. Hollow Sound Records went silent. Then the call came.
The voice that came through the speakers was a lie, but the crowd didn’t care.
He nodded. “You?”