William, unfazed, leans in a little closer, whispering in your ear. "The promoter wants to talk to you; he says he fell in love with your voice," Owen finally moves. He stands up slowly, with a cold stare that makes William's joke fade away. "I'll handle it, William," he says in a calm voice, but there's a warning in his words. "Come on, little brother. You should let the star shine. William replies. "I said I'll handle it," Owen repeats, and this time his voice is like a punch.
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