Corrin smirked at her, giving her the same smug look he had always worn whenever he felt certain of victory.
Freya's fingers tightened around the edge of the documents, crumpling the papers beneath her grip. Yet none of that emotion showed on her face. On the surface —she remained just as calm and composed as ever.
"Manager Finn, what's wrong??" Corrin asked, his tone dripping with obvious-mock concern. "You aren't thinking of refusing again, are you?"
His intention to provoke her was obvious.
Freya understood it better than anyone. But now wasn't the time to clash with him. Instead, she turned her gaze toward the other man seated behind the desk.
"CEO Gibson," she said calmly, "my artiste, Adelyn Grace, has no intention of signing under our company's banner. Forcing her into it wouldn't be the right thing to do."
Harry Gibson heard her and silently exchanged a glance with Corrin.
"How is that even possible?" Corrin scoffed immediately. "Who is she to make that decision?"
