Corrin Thatcher's expression changed instantly.
He stared at Jack, his eyes darkening as he demanded,
"Say that again."
It was as if he couldn't bring himself to believe what he had just heard.
Jack's brows furrowed.
Having stayed by Corrin's side all these years, he knew one thing for certain—
His boss could never tolerate Freya Finn rising. —not when he had tried to do everything to make her fall.
Every opportunity she had tried to seize in the past—
He had sabotaged them all with ease.
And now that one had slipped past him—
There was no way he would take it lightly.
"Earlier this morning, someone from Goldstem Productions came to meet Manager Finn," Jack said carefully. "He was here to sign her artist for their upcoming project."
Corrin shot to his feet, his fists clenching at his sides.
"How is that even possible? When did she even send her to their auditions?"
