A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

“Sit down!” Candace tugged at his sleeve, her voice barely above a whisper and edged with desperation, as if she might burst into tears at any moment.

Fitch jerked his arm free with a scowl, but it seemed he’d found a way out of the confrontation, and with a dramatic sigh, he slumped into a chair.

“Second option,” Alessia continued, her tone cool and businesslike. “If you pass the audition, you’ll write and compose your own songs. The company gives you one year–if you show no progress, the contract ends, no strings attached.”

“Third option–leave now.”

She slapped his file shut on the table, her gaze steady. “Which will it be?”

“I’m not choosing any of them!” Fitch shoved past Candace’s restraining hand and planted himself in front of Alessia.

“What’s wrong with you people? Who put a kid in charge here? Is there no one actually running things in this company? Get Moon in here–I’ll talk to her! If it’s about the money, whatever Tristan can offer, so can I! I’ve got a million followers, you know!”

Tristan, having been named, folded his arms and smirked, clearly enjoying the show.

“And you?” Fitch scoffed, turning to Alessia. “Stop playing grown–up, little girl. Shouldn’t you be studying for your finals or something? Better hurry, or your parents will ground you when you flunk out.”

picking the third option, then?” Alessia’s voice was

his insults.

finger at the table,

get

sent up right away,” Lillian replied, hurrying out to make the call. The conference room’s glass walls offered no privacy, she

you kick me out, I won’t lose a thing–it’s your loss, not mine!” Fitch was practically shouting, and Alessia

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clenched into fists under the table. Fitch, oblivious to the storm

Tristan remarked, grinning. And as if on

Candace shrieked, dropping to her knees beside him, frantically checking his face. Fitch stared up in utter disbelief, clutching his cheek as

sight of the chaos, hung up in a panic, and rushed in–only to sigh and step back out to

how much my face is worth? I’m suing you all! I’ll take this

report, you’re welcome to wait for our lawyers from Libra & Associates to arrive,” Lillian replied, cool as ever. “Candace, please take Mr. Tillman to

beat. Tristan, apparently unbothered by the commotion, fished out a pack of tissues from his bag