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After Kalos read the latest e-mails and letters regarding the Dracula shows, he called Leon and May to his office for a quick meeting.
"We're having a meet and greet Sunday night," he stated as soon as they were in front of him. "This is not up for debate."
Leon crossed his arms. "What's prompted this? Our time could be better utilized."
Kalos' sunglasses reflected the light, hiding his eyes from them.
"I've received several complaints concerning the lack of opportunity to approach either one of you." Kalos stood up and put a hand in his pocket. "More like zero opportunities. Neither of you have been making appearances for autographs or photo ops. Our hired photographers don't have a single picture of fans with Dracula or Mina."
Most of the pictures were of children with Sora in her bat costume. Kalos hadn't been surprised by that; she was very willing to do little things for the audience.
However, she wasn't a leading performer anymore—a fact that Sarah has been on his case about for quite a while now. She wasn't pleased with Leon's treatment of Sora, judging by the continuous empty gas tank of his car and the bills missing in his wallet.
How she got a hold of his keys and wallet so frequently both amused and greatly baffled him.
"It shows bad taste that our leading male and female are not willing to interact with our guests. If either one of you want to continue to perform here, you are required to follow the rules of your contracts."
Something flitted through Leon's eyes. "All of them?"
"Every single line," was Kalos' stern clarification. "No exceptions."
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The late Saturday night performance had long ended.
Leon was in the living room of his apartment with a glass of dark wine and papers across the coffee table and in his hand. His eyes scrutinized the words of his contract. There were things specific to him since he was a long term guest performer. That part was not what he was interested in; however, he perused it again just to make sure he was aware of what was asked of him.
The glass went to his lips as he found the paragraph pertaining to all performers of the Kaleido Stage.
He put the glass down as he held the papers in both hands. Grey eyes moved from side to side as he read under the single light on in the living room. Eyes stopped moving as he found what he was looking for.
A slow smirk appeared on his face.
Up to no good, are we Sora?
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AN: The image of Leon with deep red wine is a favorite of mine, sorry if you don't feel the same way. :P