A slender woman with brunette hair strode in with her hands in the pockets of her long coat. She had dark sunglasses on and from the aura that surrounded her, one could easily deduce that she was not to be trifled with.The moment she crossed the threshold, the executives’ demeanour shifted. Nervous glances darted around the room, some even coughed awkwardly. Max, sitting in the back, couldn’t help but notice. He tilted his head, curiosity piqued as he watched her approach.Meanwhile, the woman didn't seem surprised by their attitudes, her lips curling into a smirk as she snorted, "Spare me the theatrics. You all know exactly what I’m here for. Just because I've retired from the industry, you think you can mess with my artist and go scot-free?"As she spoke, she pulled off her glasses, revealing her face to Max who instantly whistled inwardly. She strode into the room, twirling her sunglasses, and it was only then that everyone noticed that there was someone behind her.It was the A-l
“What do you want us to do then?” Another agent retorted sharply, making Lauren draw a breath. Lauren threw her arms up in exasperation, shooting a glance at Noah. "Whatever! Just make sure Noah doesn't get painted as the villain here. All he did was help her, and now, he's being crucified by the entire country."After she said her piece, she slumped into her chair, huffing. Max couldn't help but notice the way she threw herself around, a bit too recklessly for someone in her condition. But no one else seemed to care.Just then, someone spoke up beside Max. “Are you trying to say we should put the other artists at risk trying to save yours? The longer this matter drags on, the more it affects the others. The company’s image is also at stake here.” Max turned to the man who spoke. The guy had kept his mouth shut since Lauren barged in, but now he was cool and composed, his arrogance on display as he smoothed the creases in his tailored suit.A chorus of murmurs followed, the other ag
"Agent?" Lawson looked dumbfounded while Max leaned back in the plush leather chair, his eyes steadily fixated on the older man.He nodded without another word, making the older man turn even silent. He stared at Max for a couple of seconds more, his unwillingness evident from his expression.It was fine if Max had just wanted to have his name on some position in the company and even better if he didn't pay attention to any of its affairs. After all, although Dawn Entertainment was an affiliate of the Norman Corporations, he was the head, and he did not fancy anyone trying to poke into how he ran the company. He had hoped Max would be content with a title and no real responsibilities, which would have been great.But an agent? Even though they didn't hold much power, they were still involved in the company's daily operations.But he could not reject him outrightly, and so, he pursed his lips thoughtfully. After a moment of thought, he said, "Young Master, I must dissuade you about this
Max paused for a second before shaking his head and a small smirk appeared on his lips upon recognizing who was on the other end of the line. "Didn't you call me yourself? What's with the voice-mail?"Then, he slipped into the car and the driver closed the door, starting the car. A second later, an upbeat voice echoed through the phone. "Well, you did send me a cryptic message first. Fair's fair."Max chuckled softly at that but stayed silent. But, the other party was clearly more impatient and Max could practically hear him slap his laps impatiently."So what's up? Why did you call me?" He asked but before Max could get a word in. "If it's not about money, don't bother!""What do you think?" Max shifted in his seat to get more comfortable and leaned an arm on the car door."Let me guess..." The voice contemplated. "... you've got some job you need hands on and so decided to call me who you haven't spoken to in, what, a year?""One and a half," Max corrected.."Yes, one and a half,
Max strode into the bustling bar, one hand in his pocket and subconsciously gazing around him. He never expected that he would come here, not as a bartender but a customer. Some of the customers on seat peered at his face curiously and muttered to themselves about how he looked familiar, but they probably never thought that it could be the bartender, so they simply thought it was a coincidence.He walked over to the private booth he had reserved and spotted Milton seated at a corner table languidly scrolling through his phone and a half empty wine glass in hand. There was a large table in front of him filled with different bottles of wine and ice, and he seemed to be having the best time of his life. Max folded his arms and didn’t enter immediately, peeking at what he was doing. What he saw, however, made him give a light chuckle, which attracted Milton’s attention, and he quickly looked over.“The fuck? Why are you peeking at my phone?” Milton chastised, quickly closing the screen
“Max?” Alexa looked stunned to see him and forgot to speak or move for a couple of seconds. When the man saw that two men had appeared, he got panicky and shook Alexa’s wrist, causing her to stumble in her heels. Max immediately stepped into the booth and rushed over, grabbing the man by the wrist while she stumbled into a lounge sofa. Max’s frown instantly deepened, and his brows creased as he probed, “Are you okay?” “Yeah, yeah. I’m… fine,” Alexa slurred a bit and tried to sit up on the sofa. But her movements seemed sluggish, and she ended up hitting her head on the armrest instead. He expected her to cry out in pain, but instead, all he heard was her even breathing, as she had fallen asleep. A sigh escaped Max’s lips when he noticed the red tinge on her cheek and nose, likely from booze. How did she wind up in this place, drunk and stuck with a pervert? “Who are you people? What do you want?” The man still in grasp bellowed at Max, struggling to escape his grip. Max retract
Max carried Alexa out of the bar, shuffling past a few drunk people stumbling out the door. He caught sight of his former boss, Sam, prancing about like always and yelling at the bartenders. He had planned to have a check on the bar operations, but he wouldn’t be able to do that today anymore due to Alexa’s circumstance. As if on cue, the woman in his arms suddenly shifted, and he looked downward to see her staring at him unblinkingly. Her eyes widened, coupled with the redness all over her face, she looked like some ethereal creature, but thankfully, Max was strong minded enough to not be shocked by her. He stared at her and asked evenly, “Are you awake?” She didn’t react or even blink at first, and Max furrowed his brows. But just when he thought she was probably still delirious, she suddenly slurred, “Max?” “Yeah, it’s me. What were you doing there?” She blinked a couple of times as if trying to make sense of what was going on, bu
Streaks of sunlight peeked into the room Alexa was in, and she stirred awake due to the intensity. At first, she lay there not knowing where she was, but a few seconds later, she recalled where she had gone the night before and sat up abruptly.Due to the sudden movement, her head swayed and ached as though everything inside had been overturned.“Great! A nasty hangover so early in the morning,” she cursed under her breath.She vaguely remembered betting with that vulgar old man to have a few drinks in exchange for getting his help with the company. Usually, she wouldn’t be so accommodating or dumb enough to think he didn’t have ulterior motives, but even though she knew of his hidden thoughts, the company’s situation was too dire for her not to take the risk.Thinking of that, then... how did she get here? The place didn’t look like a hotel, and strangely, the designs felt familiar. She slowly rolled out of bed, checking herself. Somehow, she had been changed into a pair of casual pa