Ashcroft remained calm, his gaze sharp and measuring, ready to step in if necessary. His eyes flicked to James, who caught the look and nodded, fully understanding what needed to be done.
James moved with quiet precision toward the other table where Trina and the rest were gathered. Leaning in, he whispered something to Trina. She paused, processing his words, then nodded before turning back to the group.
“Ladies,” she said, her tone light but authoritative, “let’s call it a day, shall we? Head back to your rooms and relax. The shoot’s cancelled, so we’ve got the entire day to ourselves—let’s make the most of it.”
A few murmurs of agreement rippled across the table. Relief softening their faces. James gave a subtle nod to Ashcroft, signaling that the group was now disengaging and the te
