"Did you hear ... soone from Goldstem Production House ca here earlier," soone whispered.
Another person, clearly unaware, responded casually,
"So what if they did? One of Manager Thatcher’s artists must have bagged a project. It’s not that surprising, is it?"
After all, they had seen several production houses co in to sign contracts.
Goldstem Productions was well known—
But this wasn’t their first visit.
They had been here before as well.
"What do you know?" soone interjected with a light scoff. "This is very surprising."
When the other person looked at him in confusion, he continued—
"Not just because they weren’t here to sign with one of Manager Thatcher’s artists, but because they ca to sign with Manager Finn’s artist."
"Manager Finn?" the person repeated. "They ca for her artist? Does she even have one?"
Though she had been sidelined, Freya was still widely known. Every artist —new or experienced —knew about her.
After all, she was once the legend who created records of grooming the S-list artistes —the forr star manager of ZX dia.
But that was all in the past.
None of them knew that she had finally signed soone under her managent.
When did that happen?
"Yes, she recently signed soone," another added. "And it seems that artist managed to secure a role in one of Goldstem Productions’ upcoming projects."
"It must be a minor role," soone said dismissively.
But another imdiately shook their head.
"No, I don’t think it’s a minor role."
"If it were, they wouldn’t have made such a big deal out of delivering the contract in person."
Everyone turned to look at the speaker.
Lowering his voice, he added,
"I heard she secured the lead role."
A collective gasp followed.
"Lead role?"
"Who is this artist? Did Manager Finn poach soone from another agency? Or did she lure one of her forr artists away from Manager Thatcher’s group?"
"Poaching? Heh!" soone scoffed. "Do you think that’s easy for her?"
"Manager Freya’s reputation isn’t what it used to be. It’s now in tatters," another said seriously. "And she doesn’t even hold much standing in ZX dia anymore. Everyone across the industry is well aware of it. Even if she tried to poach soone, she wouldn’t succeed."
"...which ans whoever it is —she must be a complete newcor."
"A newbie managed to secure a lead role in an upcoming movie? Just how capable must she be?"
"Manager Finn was once known for having an eye for the best talent. Seems like she found another one."
"And I heard this isn’t just any project. It’s being directed by the famous Director Rhodes... and—"
Before the person could finish—
A sharp voice cut through the conversation.
"What’s going on here?"
Everyone turned—
And they all instantly stiffened.
"Manager Thatcher!"
"Manager Thatcher!"
They greeted him one after another, their earlier confidence gone, replaced by unease.
Corrin looked at them with a deep frown. His eyes scanned them with a deaning look before he snapped —
"Since when has this agency beco a place for gossip?" he said coldly. "Disperse. Imdiately."
Everyone nodded quickly.
Without a second thought, they scattered, leaving the corridor almost empty.
As they hurried away, Corrin watched them, the frown between his brows deepening.
He never missed a chance to assert his authority.
He made sure everyone knew—
He stood above them.
And just now—
He had done exactly that.
But beneath his irritation—
A flicker of curiosity stirred.
He hadn’t caught everything they were saying—
But he had clearly heard his own na ntioned.
He couldn’t catch it quite well and wanted to know what they had been talking about.
However, there was no one left to question.
So, he turned and walked toward his office.
But just as he reached the door—
His assistant, Jack, ca rushing toward him.
"Brother Thatcher," he called out, slightly out of breath.
Corrin’s brows furrowed at the sight of him.
Without responding, he pushed open the office door and walked inside.
"Compose yourself before entering," he said coldly. "Don’t make regret keeping you by my side."
Jack quickly took a few deep breaths, steadying himself before following him in.
Corrin glanced at him before asking, "Did sothing happen just now?"
He gestured vaguely toward the outside.
"There was quite a commotion."
Jack almost panicked again—
But rembering Corrin’s warning, he forced himself to remain composed.
Then he spoke carefully,
"Nothing major. They were just gossiping about Goldstem Productions coming here to sign a contract."
"Goldstem Productions?" Corrin repeated. But then an arrogant smirk made his lips turn up at the corners.
"They’re not new here. That shouldn’t have caused such a stir."
He shook his head slightly.
"If it did, then these people must be too idle —gossiping about anything. Haven’t they heard that I helped Thomas secure a role in one of their previous projects?"
Jack nodded.
"They all know that. But—"
He hesitated.
Thomas’s involvent had indeed brought attention.
But when the film failed at the box office, it had also brought criticism.
Still—
Jack didn’t dare bring that up now.
"But what?" Corrin asked, his tone turning sharp. "They work under . They shouldn’t be so easily stirred by trivial matters."
Jack hesitated again.
He searched for the right words ...
But nothing ca to mind that could soften the truth.
In the end, he spoke plainly.
"It’s not Goldstem Productions that caused the stir."
Corrin paused.
His gaze sharpened as he looked at Jack.
"If not that, then what is it?"
Jack swallowed.
"Speak," Corrin pressed.
And this ti—
Jack said it.
"It’s about the person they ca here for."
The frown on Corrin’s face deepened further.
He didn’t understand.
"Who did they co for?" he asked.
Jack looked at him, clearly uneasy.
"Don’t make repeat myself, Jack Marlow—"
"Manager Finn," Jack blurted out before Corrin could finish.
Corrin’s expression stiffened.
"What did you say?"
Freya Finn.
Why were they here for her?
Jack swallowed again, but this ti he didn’t hesitate. He said rather quietly,
"Goldstem Productions ca to sign a contract with Manager Freya Finn."
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