I shake my head. I don’t even try to hide the grimace. The fact Lee and the label see Of Men and Wolves as two distinct parts has always pissed me off. The three of us come as a package. No trades, substitutions, or buyouts.

Before we end up drawing blood, Lee sighs. “Just remember, all you have to do is make sure this documentary and tour go the way the label wants, and you’re fucking set, Adams.”

“Right. Just the documentary and tour. And the next album. And the music vids for the singles. And whatever they want after that.”

She snorts, her attention traveling to the others across the room. “You want freedom? Be Foster. The label and fans own Adams North. The sooner you accept that, the smoother your ride to the top.”

Lee’s barely finished with her lecture when she marches toward Felix, who’s seconds from tucking the hand cam down the front of his pants. Colton moves to intervene too, but Remi proves them both unnecessary when she swats his hand away, careful to grab onto the camera so he won’t drop it. She narrows a glare at him and rips off some tape from under the neck of his shirt. If I had to guess, it was attached to hair given how fast he goes from smirk to snarl. Remi throws him an innocent smile and finishes attaching the mic.

When her gaze lifts to meet mine, her cheeks take on a red tinge, and then she’s looking away.

I make her uncomfortable. Fuck if that doesn’t piss me off.

Colton’s chuckling when he waltzes over to me. “Looks like our little lioness will have all of you in line before we embark on this party bus.” He taps a knuckle on the glass and nods to the bus below. “Not as tacky as I expected. Although, they could have thrown a giant picture of your face up there just so I’d have something to laugh at.”

I half-smile. “You haven’t seen the other bus in the back lot.”

My best friend cracks a grin. “Fuck yes. I’m holding this over you until we’re dead.”

He shoves me, not gently. I’m flipping him off and rebalancing as Christian reaches us. He has on his business eyebrows, slightly lowered with a line creased between. I already know what he wants. Remi’s been interviewing all morning to get our thoughts on the documentary. She’s already sat down Dev and Felix, even managed to get Christian to play respectable long enough for his shots. I’ve conveniently been busy every second until now.

“She needs half an hour,” he says.