***This chapter contains explicit language, sexual assault, and depictions of drug-induced incapacitation, which may be distressing or triggering to some readers. Reader discretion is strongly advised***
Under the warm golden glow of the hotel's private dining room, laughter echoed. The wrap party was near the end, everyone was relaxed and happy except one. Leo McKay's jaw was clenched so tightly it felt it might shatter. He sat rigid in his chair, the room spinning as the faint remnants of perfume overwhelmed his senses. Beneath the table, he discreetly kicked his manager's shin with a sharp jab. The polished tie of his shoe made an impact, jolting Manager Hurt from his phone screen.
Hurt blinked at Leo, confused.
Then he got a good look at Leo, his pale face was now unnaturally flushing, beads of sweat forming along his temple, his pupils dilated as if he had run a marathon…
"Leo?"
Leo didn't speak. He simply shot him a sharp look, one that screamed do something now.
