"Of course, who your company chooses to throw money at is none of my business. I only care about my own work."
"I'll say it again. If you insist on having Evan sing my track, the deal is off."
"I refuse to let a tone-deaf amateur butcher my composition."
Quentin could hardly believe his ears. He never expected this young college girl to be so relentlessly bold.
Did she not realize that the formidable Grover Group was the shadow backing Eva Yeager?
Although Eva wasn't the absolute owner of Celestial Entertainment, her actual status in the corporate hierarchy eclipsed even the CEO's.
Youthful arrogance truly knew no bounds.
Quentin figured she was just young, fresh out of school, and entirely clueless about how the real world worked.
With a superiority complex like that, the real world was going to chew her up and spit her out.
Eva was equally stunned by Maeve's blatant disrespect.
"Are you playing hard to get because our initial offer didn't meet your financial expectations?"
Maeve leaned back. "I don't need your money."
Eva sneered. "The moment you walked into this building to negotiate a copyright sale, that statement became entirely meaningless."
Maeve held her gaze. "If I cared about the check, I wouldn't be sitting here offending you right now."
Though Maeve's attitude was abrasive, every word she spoke was a calculated truth.
Celestial wielded massive influence in the entertainment sphere.
For a complete nobody, having their song selected by such a giant was a once-in-a-lifetime miracle.
Any other struggling composer would have gleefully sprinted in here to sign the papers the moment millions of dollars were dangled in front of them.
The seller usually didn't have the leverage to demand terms.
Eva had no idea where this girl found the audacity to question a top-tier idol's singing ability.
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