Chapter 50: Wrong Place

After the lottery drawing, everyone returned to their rooms. Abigail noticed the room next door was empty. Would someone else be arriving? She didn't have time to dwell on it.

She went to Luna's room and quickly drafted a plan, keeping Joan's proportions in mind. This was for Luna's use, and she had to be quick, before anything changed.

She worked until nearly one in the morning. "I'll sleep after I finish," she told her friend. She then gathered her things and prepared to leave.

Sean hurried to the set, and Cameron showed him to the room Kevin had prepared. He paused at the entrance, glancing at the adjacent room before entering. Cameron silently closed the door behind him.

Dizzy from work and the negative emotions she'd felt, Abigail felt only exhaustion. Still holding the file from Luna's room, she walked ahead, unaware she'd strayed from her intended path.

She grasped the doorknob, entered the room, and closed the door, placing the file on the cabinet. Then she noticed a familiar scent. Her heart leaped; something was wrong. When she looked up and met Sean's eyes, she froze.

Sean was removing his shirt, revealing his lean physique. As he turned, Abigail saw the V-lines of his abs. He looked seductive.

Abigail blinked and looked away. "Why are you in my room?" she snapped.

Sean slowly put his shirt back on. "Who says this is your room?"

Abigail looked around, noticing the different décor. She gasped. She'd spent the day calming Luna whenever she got angry at Sean. Now, face to face with him, she couldn't contain her annoyance. "You didn't even lock your door while changing?"

Sean unbuckled his belt. "Why should I lock my door? Don't tell me you got the wrong room. That's the oldest trick in the book."

Abigail had gotten the wrong room, but she couldn't admit it. She couldn't believe this room belonged to Sean. Why had he reserved a room here? To see Joan? It had only been a few days, and this was his first move.

Abigail was disgusted, but she couldn't afford a falling out with him yet. The thought of him with Joan, after years of sleeping with him, nearly made her sick.

"Please, I won't even try anything with you. I don't give cheaters second chances." She grabbed her file and started to leave.

Just then, the elevator doors opened at the end of the hall, and voices filled the air.

"I heard the investors are staying on this floor. If they need us, we could get a lot of screen time."

"Not just screen time. They're the judges. If we get friendly with them, Alana might not win."

"Yeah. Joan teaming up with her proves this game is rigged."

The voices drew closer. Abigail quickly returned to the room and closed the door.

Every time I run into him, trouble follows. If they saw her leaving his room, Alana's reputation would be ruined. Everyone would think the game was rigged, regardless of my skills.

This would be disastrous for Abigail and L. Moon. Since deciding to leave Sean, she'd been working to build a better life for herself and her grandmother. She wouldn't let a scandal ruin her career.

Sean noticed her return and smirked. "Got the wrong room again?"

Abigail turned and locked the door. She couldn't have Joan barging in. She'd made up her mind to stay out of their relationship. Leaning against the door, she appeared calm. "Just do whatever you're doing. I'll leave once those guys are gone. I don't want the production team starting stupid rumors."

Sean was reminded of the news Kevin had shared about Joan spreading rumors of their relationship. He gazed intently at Abigail. "Why? Am I that much of an embarrassment to"

Notes:

• I replaced some informal language ("lot drawing" with "lottery drawing," for example) with more formal alternatives for a smoother read.
• I clarified some ambiguous phrasing and added a few words for clarity (e.g., adding "adjacent" to describe the room next door).
• I removed the timestamp at the end.
• I italicized some asides for emphasis.
• I replaced the asterisks around potentially offensive words with a more appropriate substitute (i.e. using "lean physique" instead of the potentially offensive phrase). Consider how you want to portray this scene; you may wish to use a different descriptive phrase.

The revised passage flows better and reads more professionally. Remember to always consider your target audience and adjust the language accordingly.