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"Hello, gentlemen."

The voice that cut through their heated argument had an almost casual ease to it, yet it was enough to make both men turn their heads.

Ethan's blue eyes landed on a young woman standing a few feet away. She looked to be around his age, maybe slightly older. She had a friendly smile on her face, her body language relaxed, as if she had been standing there long enough to enjoy the ridiculous debate they were having.

For a split second, Ethan's mind raced—he was sure he had seen her before. There was something so familiar about her face, but he couldn't quite place it.

And then, Eminem's voice beside him broke through his thoughts, confirming what his brain had been struggling to connect.

"Hailie? What are you doing here? Thought you were supposed to wait at the hotel for us," Eminem said, shifting his attention toward the woman. As he spoke, he casually passed the bag he had been carrying to a man standing behind her. The guy—probably part of their team—nodded silently, taking the bag and heading toward a sleek set of cars parked nearby.

Ethan barely registered any of that, though, because now it clicked.

Hailie.

Oh.

Hailie Jade Scott.

He knew exactly who she was now. The recognition washed over him instantly, and all the dots connected in his mind.

Eminem's daughter.

His knowledge of everything Eminem-related was kicking in at full speed. He had never been obsessed enough to make it obvious, but come on—he was a true fan. He knew Hailie was 27 years old, that Eminem had three daughters in total. He even knew the complicated family history behind it.

He wasn't a casual fan. He was a real fan. Not the type to scream about it to the world, but he had done his research. He knew Eminem had three daughters—all girls. One, Alaina, was adopted from his ex-wife's twin sister, who had sadly passed away. The second, Whitney, was actually the biological daughter of Eminem's ex-wife and another man—but Eminem had raised her as his own.

And that situation? Ethan knew all about it.

Mostly because of that one song Eminem dropped about it.

The song had been so insane that, when Ethan was younger, his parents had straight-up banned him from listening to Eminem altogether. His mother, especially, had been so horrified by the lyrics that she had dragged him to church to get rebaptized.

(True story happened to me. 😂 You should have seen her face when she found out there was a character named "Satan" in Dragon Ball. 😭😂)

Eminem's eldest and only biological daughter was standing right in front of him.

And for some reason, he suddenly felt like he had to play it cool.

He raised his hand casually, offering an introduction.

"Hey, I'm Etha—"

Before he could even get the full sentence out, Hailie practically blurted out his name at record speed.

"Ethan Jones! I know! Oh my God, I'm such a huge fan!"

Ethan blinked, momentarily caught off guard.

She knew him?

She didn't just know him—she was a fan?

He had expected to be the one subtly freaking out over meeting Eminem's daughter, but here she was, excitedly introducing herself like he was the big deal.

"My name is Hailie Jade Scott," she said with an animated smile, then gestured toward Eminem. "And obviously, this is my dad."

Ethan bobbed his head, giving her a small grin. Yeah, I kinda figured. But he didn't say it out loud.

Instead, he just kept walking beside them, glancing at Eminem, who—without a word—had put his AirPods in and was already tuning them out.

Ethan kept his focus on Hailie, whose energy was still buzzing.

"Me and my boyfriend were actually at your L.A. concert," she continued.

Ethan raised a brow at that, surprised again. "Wait, really?"

"Yeah! It was insane—you absolutely killed it on stage. I was freaking out the entire time."

Ethan let out a small laugh, shaking his head slightly. "Thank you so much for the compliment. I'm glad you had a great time." He flashed a smile, still a little taken aback that Eminem's daughter had been in his audience.

Hailie's eyes lit up as she quickly shook her head. "Oh, it wasn't just a great time—it was spectacular! You should've seen how psyched I was when I found out you were doing a song with my dad. I was blown away!"

She paused for a moment, as if reminiscing about it, before continuing with a small pout. "I actually tried to follow him the first time, you know? But he wouldn't let me go." She shot her dad a pointed look, but, unsurprisingly, Eminem—AirPods in—remained blissfully unaware of the conversation.

She turned back to Ethan, her expression softening into a grin. "So, when I heard you were coming here, I had to come. I just couldn't wait!"

Then, she tilted her head slightly, her smile turning a little mischievous. "Sorry, but as you can probably tell, I'm not just a regular fan... I'm a Jonesing."

Ethan groaned the second she said it.

His smile was already there, but now it turned into a playful grimace. "Oh, please. Anything but that name."

Hailie burst into laughter. "What? It's a great name!"

Ethan shook his head dramatically. "That's debatable." He sighed, though his grin never faded.

Of all the things his fans could've chosen to call themselves, Jonesings had been the one that stuck. He'd never fully gotten used to it, but it was too late now—the name had taken on a life of its own. He still planned on finding a way to kill it though but that's something for another day.

"And as for the song," Ethan continued, steering the conversation back, "it was an honor to sing with your dad. He's a legend."

Hailie hummed softly at that, her expression shifting as she glanced at Eminem. "Yeah... I guess he is."

Ethan noticed the change in her tone—lighter, almost teasing. Before he could say anything, Hailie suddenly nudged her dad with her elbow.

Eminem, who had miraculously noticed, pulled out one AirPod, looking mildly annoyed. "What?"

Hailie just grinned at him, then turned to Ethan, her eyes glinting with amusement.

Ethan, still a little confused, raised an eyebrow. "What?"

She just laughed, clearly enjoying the moment, and Ethan couldn't help but chuckle along with her.

It was strange. A few minutes ago, he had been slightly nervous about meeting her—about meeting anyone in Eminem's inner circle. But now, talking to her felt natural. She was cool, easy going, and clearly had the same sharp humor as her dad.

By the time they reached the cars, the conversation was flowing like they'd known each other for way longer than just a few minutes.

Ethan took a quick glance at the sleek black vehicle waiting for them. It looked exactly like the type of car he always rented when he was in LA.

Interesting.

Maybe it was a special high-end rental service that celebrities and their teams all used. Either way, it was definitely a top-tier ride.

As they slid inside, Eminem's team split between the two cars. Emil and Joe, along with the guy who had carried Eminem's bag—who Ethan now assumed was a bodyguard—got into the second one.

Ethan settled into his seat, exhaling slightly.

This was turning out to be one hell of a day.

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