Despite knowing how much that award meant to me, he had effortlessly handed it over to Emma.
Now, as Calvin hopped in place, wincing from the pain, a shadow of frustration flickered in his eyes. But he swallowed his anger, forcing a smile.
"It's fine, as long as you're happy," he said through gritted teeth.
I arched an eyebrow, a trace of mockery creeping into my expression.
"Is that so?"
Oh, this was going to be fun.
Calvin looked puzzled, clearly not understanding my response. But my agent's eyes were practically glowing with excitement, making it impossible for me to ignore her.
Seeing that Emma still hadn't shown up, my agent quickly leaned in and whispered, just low enough for only the two of us to hear, "You're reborn too, aren't you?"
Her words left me stunned for a moment before I caught on. She read the confirmation in my eyes and patted her chest in relief. "I get it, I get it," she giggled before cheerfully stepping out of the frame.
Meanwhile, the director was growing furious at Emma's absence.
"If she doesn't want to act, then get me someone who does! Replace her, now!"
At that moment, Emma finally emerged from the shadows, her face still hidden behind her hands.