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"This is the list for available artists," Ivan muttered, throwing the file in his hand on the desk casually. "Take your pick."

His attitude was full of arrogance, and it was obvious he was throwing his weight around now that he was in charge of Max’s affairs. But the latter did not seem bothered by his attitude and simply picked it up, flipping the pages open to take a look. After some time, he looked up again and pointed to a name amongst the list.

When Ivan looked down and saw who it was, his face instantly changed. "What? Marianne? Who put her on the list? She's my artist. Choose someone else."

Max gave him a scrutinizing look and retorted simply, "She's the one I want."

"What do you mean she's the one you want!?" Ivan was about to blow his top in anger.

Just then, the door of his office opened, and Marianne entered right in time. She stood by the door, hesitant, and faced Ivan. "You wanted to see me."

Ivan nodded, beckoning to her. "Yeah. Come over here."

She looked toward Max,
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