Samuel stood frozen, still reeling from the storm of realization that had just struck him. His lips were slightly parted, as if words were trying to form but were unable to leave his mouth. The fire that had raged so loudly in him monts ago was now replaced with cold silence—shocked, stunned silence.
His two representatives—who had been standing confidently behind him just minutes earlier—were now statues. Their eyes darted from Malisa to Cora, then back to Samuel. Neither of them dared to speak. Their carefully prepared scripts, negotiation tactics, and backup plans had all just crumbled into dust.
They were as shocked as Samuel—if not more.
Malisa, sensing the heavy tension in the room, turned slowly to Samuel, her face calm but firm. Her eyes no longer held the warmth from earlier. This ti, they were clear and cold—professional and sharp like soone about to make a formal declaration.
With a faint sigh, she said, "Since we’re all here, I might as well clear the confusion. Samuel, et Miss Cora Winslet—the owner of MK Entertainnt."
The words landed like thunder.
Samuel’s body stiffened. His mouth finally closed. His jaw clenched hard enough to tremble.
Malisa continued, her voice as smooth as glass, but with a clear edge. "Yes, the owner. She doesn’t appear in public often, but she ca here personally to handle your contract situation herself. And from the look on your face, it seems this eting... hasn’t gone well."
Samuel swallowed hard, the sha crawling into his chest like ice.
Cora, who had sat through his arrogance with quiet strength, finally stood up. Her expression was no longer unreadable—it was full of clarity, disappointnt, and finality.
She looked Samuel dead in the eye.
"This has been a disaster," she said, her voice steady, yet filled with quiet anger. "I wanted to believe you were misunderstood. That maybe you were just difficult to manage, but still worth the effort."
She took a slow breath, as if weighing every word. "But what I saw today..." she shook her head lightly, "I couldn’t believe soone like you—soone who built a career with the support of so many—could look down on another person so easily. No thought, no respect, not even curiosity. You judged based on appearance. You insulted without even knowing who I was."
Her eyes narrowed. "And I do not like people like that."
She stepped toward the table, placing the termination contract gently down in front of him. "So, here’s how this ends."
Her voice never wavered. "Your contract is terminated, effective imdiately. You’re free to sign with another agency. As for MK Entertainnt... we can no longer work with you."
At that mont, the room went utterly still.
Cora’s final words echoed like a gavel hitting a courtroom bench, and for a few heavy seconds, no one moved—no one even breathed. The weight of what had just been said was too much to ignore. A contract termination. Right there. Right in front of Samuel. The top actor. The "face" of MK Entertainnt.
Everyone was shocked.
Except Malisa.
She stood calmly at the side, arms crossed, an unreadable look on her face. She had seen Cora in monts like this before. This was nothing new. Cora wasn’t just powerful—she was decisive. Once she reached a decision, there was rarely room for negotiation. Malisa had warned many people before, "Don’t mistake her silence for weakness." Now they were all seeing it firsthand.
Samuel remained speechless, the papers in front of him staring back like a silent judgnt. His once-proud expression was gone, replaced by disbelief and a growing sense of panic. He had overplayed his hand—and now, he was watching it all slip away.
Then, slowly, the man in the grey suit—the first representative—stepped forward. His voice was low, respectful, but urgent. There was no more pride in his tone, only desperation and caution.
"Miss Cora," he said, bowing slightly, "please, with all due respect... it hasn’t gotten to that point. Please."
Everyone turned to him. He swallowed before continuing, choosing each word carefully.
"My client—Samuel—he was just angry, that’s all. Frustrated. He’s one of the biggest nas in the country, and for weeks, the contract has been hanging in the air. He thought maybe he was being pushed aside... maybe not prioritized. That’s why he reacted that way."
He gestured toward Samuel, who still hadn’t moved. "It wasn’t ant to be personal. We didn’t co here to fight, not at all. We ca to sign. That’s why we’re here."
His voice softened even more. "Please, Miss Cora. Have a change of heart."
Before Cora could respond, the woman in the navy suit—Samuel’s second representative—stepped in, her tone just as humble, if not more.
"We’re really sorry for what just happened," she said quickly. "Samuel never ant to disrespect you or anyone in MK Entertainnt. He was just overwheld. The upcoming movie... it’s taking a lot out of him. ntally. Emotionally. And it’s been affecting his mood."
She bowed slightly, hands clasped in front of her. "Please don’t let this one outburst define him. He’s made mistakes, yes, but he still holds deep respect for this company. He truly does."
The silence returned, heavier now, as both representatives stood there—heads slightly bowed, voices quiet, hoping to nd what might already be broken.
At that mont, Cora stood still, eyes focused sharply on Samuel. She wasn’t moved by the apologies, nor by the sudden humility being displayed. Her voice ca out clear and unwavering, slicing through the quiet tension that had settled in the room.
"Samuel wasn’t acting out of anger," she said calmly. "He was simply showing his true character."
She paused, letting her words hang in the air like a heavy truth no one wanted to acknowledge. Her gaze shifted from Samuel to his two representatives, then back again.
"Looking down on others... that’s what he does," she continued, her voice cold now. "That wasn’t a mont of weakness. That was who he is. And if we’re being honest, his words were not spoken in frustration—they were spoken from a place of arrogance, of superiority. He sees people and decides who’s worthy, who’s not."
Her eyes narrowed.
"And from what I’ve seen today, it’s also very clear—he has anger issues. That’s not a personality flaw we can afford in MK Entertainnt, especially not with the platform we’ve built and the standard we maintain."
Then ca the words no one could stop.
"My decision still stands," she said, with finality etched in every syllable. "I’m terminating Samuel’s contract. That’s it."
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