AFTER I AMAZED 158

Chapter 158

The title read, "Elegy for a Lost Love", a piece composed by a well-known artist, written in memory of his late wife.

The music had an ethereal, melancholic tone, haunting in its simplicity.

"I'm familiar with this piece," I said, lifting my gaze from the sheet.

Holt seemed pleased. "I've had many pianists play it for me, but none have managed to capture the feeling I'm looking for. Would you be willing to try? If you can evoke the emotions I seek, I'd like to hire you for the performance." The room seemed to still as his words hung in the air.

Before I could respond, Holt added, "I'd be willing to pay 10 million for it if you succeed."

The amount was staggering, to say the least.

It wasn't just a generous offer-it was an immense sum for playing a single piece.

"I'll do my best," I responded, though I couldn't shake the sense that his request would be no easy task.

"But I'll need to know more about the feeling you want conveyed."

Holt leaned back in his chair, his face thoughtful.

"The feeling," he mused, "it's not something I can put into words. That's what makes it difficult."

His vague answer only added to my unease.

This would be more than just a musical performance-it would be an attempt to capture an emotion that even he couldn't describe.

until now, seized the

Elizabeth, you might want to step down now. Better than

cold glance, refusing to

it, Mr. Holt," I said firmly, my voice

proving Andrew wrong, I

seemed satisfied

chequebook, writing out a sum. He tore the cheque from the book and handed it

I'm not pleased with the performance, consider it

accepted the cheque, trying not to let the weight of

the cheque,

pride and admiration evident

filled with warmth. "I've secured

hope your Luna wasn't too arrogant to boast about taking

she fails, she'll bring

to myself." I took the deposit and said

face twisted with barely concealed

and it was clear that Mr. Holt's focus was

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had once been his staunch ally, seemed drawn to the unfolding

forced to maintain his composure,

say, though the tension in his

meal that followed was a formal affair, filled with

the

eyes kept flicking between me and Leo, as though he

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