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.”

third option, then?” Alessia’s voice was even,

his insults.

Fitch jabbed a finger at the table, eyes bulging as if they

patience snapped. “Lillian, get

them sent up right away,” Lillian replied, hurrying out to make the call. The conference room’s glass walls offered no privacy, she kept glancing back in, watching the drama

out, I won’t lose a thing–it’s your loss, not mine!” Fitch

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table. Fitch, oblivious to the storm brewing, kept

if on cue, Alessia’s fist shot

her knees beside him, frantically checking his face. Fitch stared up in utter disbelief, clutching his cheek as it swelled up

just finished her call, caught sight of the chaos, hung up in a panic, and rushed in–only to sigh and

Fitch howled, pointing at Alessia. “Do you have any idea how much my face is worth? I’m

welcome to wait for our lawyers from Libra & Associates to arrive,” Lillian replied, cool as ever. “Candace, please take Mr. Tillman to the hospital. When

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