A knock sounds on the door.
A girl with curly brown hair pulled into a bun and light golden-brown skin peeks inside. “Hi, sorry to be a bother. Beckett?”
“Roxanne,” Beckett nods.
Charlie says a couple words in Russian.
Roxanne looks surprised but also in a hurry, just telling Beckett, “Curtain in three.” She shuts the door, but we hear a squeaking sound.
“Did she slip?” Charlie asks Beckett.
“She’s a little clumsy for a ballerina,” Beckett says but also gives his brother a foreboding look.
“Don’t, Charlie.”
“Don’t, what?” Charlie knows what Beckett means.
“You promised to never fraternize with anyone at the company.” Beckett stands up. “I work with Roxanne.”
I chime in, “How do you know she understands Russian?”
“I told him,” Beckett says to me. “Back when I thought he didn’t like her.”
“I don’t like her,” Charlie says. “I hardly know her, Beckett.” He moves away from the wall.
“And I would never break a promise I made to you.”
