Sensing the shift in her attention, Murray lowered his voice. "Maeve, do you want me to look into Evan Yeager's background?"
Naturally, he had heard the exact same thing she did.
He hadn't expected a random celebrity to have ties to the Grover family.
The elevator smoothly arrived at the twelfth floor.
The man waiting for Maeve was Quentin Hayman, the head of the copyright department at Celestial Entertainment.
He was in his early thirties, projecting a sharp, efficient professionalism.
When he laid eyes on Maeve's breathtaking features, he blurted out, "Miss Vance, do you have any plans to enter the entertainment industry?"
With a face, figure, and presence like hers, it would be impossible for her not to become an overnight sensation.
Murray's aura instantly turned lethal.
"Miss Vance is here to discuss music copyrights. I suggest you keep your inappropriate thoughts to yourself."
The nerve of this guy, trying to recruit Maeve. He clearly didn't value his life.
"Miss Vance, who is this...?"
Maeve had zero interest in wasting time on pointless chatter.
"Who he is doesn't matter. Let's get straight to business."
"I composed the track your company is interested in. I just gave it a name this morning—it's called *Daybreak*."
Andres had actually been the one to come up with the title.
Maeve's naming sense was practically nonexistent; if it were up to her, the song would have remained untitled forever.
If she didn't have to deal with the copyright paperwork, she wouldn't have bothered naming it at all.
"The licensing fee isn't my priority. I just want to know how your company plans to use this track."
Quentin was secretly taken aback.
Before meeting her, he assumed the composer was just some talented, artsy college girl.

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