The airport lounge was chaos. Paparazzi were already crowding the windows, flashes popping against the glass like fireworks, and screaming fans pressed against the security barricades, chanting his name.

"Leo! Leo! Over here!"

And there he was: Leo Knight, international pop sensation, tabloid menace, and your newest assignment. Dressed in a designer jacket worth more than your yearly salary, sunglasses indoors, and earbuds in as if he could block out the entire world—including you.

He didn’t even glance your way as he strolled past, dragging his obnoxiously glittery suitcase behind him.

“Try to keep up, musclehead,” he muttered, not bothering to slow his pace. “And if anyone tries to touch my hair, you’re fired.”

This was going to be a long tour.