Giselle chuckled. "Ivy isn't just my friend. She's also a buddy to good old Balfour! I bet you picked Ivy for the role because Balfour put in a good word, right?"
With a smile still gracing her lips, Giselle sauntered to Balfour and peered down at him. "Otherwise, you wouldn't be here today, would you?"
She stared at him, hoping to catch a flicker of emotion on his usually stoic face.
But she saw nothing.
Balfour's expression remained frosty as his gaze fixed on something distant. "If you have something to say, say it straight. I don't like beating around the bush."
"I didn't mean anything by it!" Giselle deflated a bit, then found a chair to slump into. "I just feel pretty useless, that's all."
She hung her head, a self-deprecating chuckle escaping her. "Ivy sure knows how to charm people. She barely knows you, and she's already got you going to Colton on her behalf."
At this, Balfour's demeanor shifted, his eyes locking with Giselle's. "You think I helped her land the part?"
"It's okay, Balfour. Ivy’s new to the game; she needs these breaks. You lending her a hand saves her from running around begging for gigs like I had to." Giselle's face twisted into a bitter smile, her eyes brimming with a pitiable light.
"I didn't help her. She got this role on her own merit, not by someone else's doing." Balfour thought of Ivy, his gaze darkening. "I would have helped, but she's not one to take shortcuts."
Giselle was taken aback. She pondered for a moment, refusing to believe Balfour's words.
How could Ivy turn down Balfour's help? Who would choose a path filled with thorns over a paved road? It must be that Ivy's acting skills had convinced Balfour of her independence, sweet-talking him into offering his assistance.
It seemed she had underestimated Ivy.
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