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    Skr’s eyes darkened as she tightened her grip on the man’s throat.

    The man on the floor started coughing harder, hurriedly trying to exin, “Ms. Lambert, I’m one of thepany’s newly signed artists I’m not ba guy.”

    Skr questioned, “Can you prove you’re one of our newly signed artists?”

    “I–I can call my agent,” the man stammered.

    Still skeptical, Skr loosened her hold slightly and stood up, looking down at him from above. “Go ahead. Make the call.”

    The man on the ground scrambled to sit up, fumbling for his phone to call his agent. “Dominic, it’s me,” he gasped.

    “Where the hell did you run off to, kid? Ms. Lambert is about to return–if I don’t see you before she gets back, you’re toast!” the person on the other end said.

    Skr snatched the phone from his hand. “He’s with me. Bring the other artist over, too.”

    Skr hung up and tossed the phone back. Then she demanded, “Why were you hiding in my office?”

    The man said, “I… Ms. Lambert, I’m one of the newly signed artists. Making it big in this industry isn’t exactly easy.”

    With that, he stood up and slowly approached Skr, unbuttoning his shirt as he spoke in an ingratiating tone, “Ms. Lambert, I’m hoping you’ll take me under your wing. If you say yes, I’ll do whatever you want. Anything.”

    ‘He’s throwing himself at me for a backdoor deal?‘ Skr thought to herself, ‘The contract clearly states that they’re not required to do such things. Did he even bother to read it?‘

    Skr voiced her thoughts. “Even without this, thepany would spare no effort to secure opportunities for you.”

    Skr turned her face away. “And put your clothes back on,” shemanded coldly.

    Jamar Mercer shed a bold grin, making no attempt to hide his ambition and desire. “But Ms. Lambert, that’s still not enough. I want to reach the

    pinnacle of the entertainment industry.”

    Skr gave a faint, mocking chuckle. “If you want that spot, earn it. Don’t rely on these underhanded tactics.”

    Jamar’s expression changed drastically, a sh of anger in his eyes. “Ms. Lambert, you…”

    Skr’s face remained cold. “If that’s your mindset, then I don’t think you’re a good fit for thispany.”

    Skr’spany was renowned for offering the most fair and favorable terms to its artists in the entire entertainment industry. Jamar knew that if he lost this opportunity, it would be incredibly hard to find another deal this good.

    Jamar knew full well what was at stake. He hastily threw his clothes back on, and he softened his tone immediately.

    “I’m sorry, Ms. Lambert. I wasn’t thinking straight. Please give me another chance,” he said.

    Skr remained silent.

    A wave of panic swept over Jamar.

    ‘Am I really about to have my contract terminated on my very first day? If word gets out, how am I supposed to survive in the industry?‘ he thought.

    Jamar bowed his head and pleaded, voice low and desperate. “Please, Ms. Lambert, don’t terminate my contract. I know I was wrong. bI /bswear I bwon’t /bever do it again.

    “At my previous agency, they’d always make me do those kinds of things. 1… I’m so sorry, Me Lambert, Jenar said, his voice trenutna dieta

    Jamar fabricated a sob story, hoping to earn Skr’s sympathy and metty

    Skr frowned slightly.

    ut what Jamar said is true if he really had been mistreated before and is afraid of going through the same thing again the i quser orantinee watch his back is somewhat understandable,’ she thought.

    “Since this is your first offense, I’ll give you one more chance,” Skr said after a brief pause. “But if you want to remain with the ipany/i, dreamhost. petty tactics.”

    Jamar bowed deeply in gratitude. “Thank you, Ms. Lambert. Thank you so much. I promise F’ll work hard and repay your kindness

    “Come with me to the meeting room,” Skr said.

    Skr and Jamar headed to the meeting room together.

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