Chapter 1 · free to read
In Bangkok they called her the brightest star of the season. Nobody asked if the star wanted to shine. Three weeks ago someone broke into her dressing room, and the agency told no one.
City lights below and a glass wall between them. Everything said in that office was said about somebody who was not in it.
Rule one of being Ploy: every locked room has a window.
For the first time, Ploy wasn't performing. And Kanya wasn't sure her face still counted as stone.
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