Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 41

Stanton was practically buzzing with excitement as he addressed the room. “Look at that. Even this girl thinks I’ve got screws loose! What kind of shrink are you, not taking your buddy’s headcase seriously?”

Louie just stood there, silent

Knowing Cordelia’s easygoing nature, he didn’t immediately argue with Stanton. And sure enough, after a brief pause, Cordelia spoke up unhurriedly. “It’s not your head. It’s your playing that’s off.”

The room fell into a hush

As a world–renowned piano virtuoso, Stanton was not used to such criticism. It was the first time anyone had dared suggest his playing was flawless.

After a moment, Stanton asked, “What’s off?”

Cordelia shook her head. “I don’t know exactly.”

Stanton raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “Are you kidding me?” he thought inwardly.

Louie’s voice, ever calm, broke the silence. “Why would you say that?”

Standing straight as an arrow, Cordelia answered like a diligent student responding to a teacher’s question. “There was a part that just didn’t sound right”

Raised in an orphanage, Cordelia had never had formal training She had taught herself everything she knew about music

Unable to articulate Stantons mistake in technical terms, she offered. Let me play it for you.”

Stanton was about to snort dismissively at the thought of a young girl identifying an error in his performance, but Louie gently pushed him aside to clear the way to the piano “Go ahead”

Cordelia sat down, her hands finding their place on the keys. She didn’t play the entire piece from start to finish but zeroed in on the segment that Stanton had botched

As she played, the smirk on Stantons face faded, replaced by an expression of deep concentration and, eventually, amazement

Stanton had played this signature piece for years, habitually glossing over a wrong note that had become ingrained in his muscle memory. The tempo was so fast, the mistake so well–embedded. It was nearly undetected

When Cordelia finished playing. Stanton stood there, dazed, his mind racing “So, that’s how it is That’s how it

He stepped forward, eager to shake her hand. “Who are you?”

This girl who could detect such a subtle error on a single listening couldn’t be a nobody could she?

Cordelia stepped back, avoiding his grasp

is Cordelia. I was thinking of introducing her

Louie could finish his thought, Stanton stood

Louie was puzzled.

her? I should ask her for

was baffled. She just thought she could play the

out his phone “Cordelia, what’s your

to learn some music scores and piano

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of learning had attracted

and, after they exchanged numbers,

her a link to join a group chat.

name was

Louie’s in there,

couldn’t resist the allure of learning. So,

with a smile. “Join it. You’ve been too isolated. It’s good to

lit up, and she requested to join

called out, “Louie, you’re an

‘accept,’ and Cordelia was in the

the doc. He’s also an admin. That’s the math whiz, the

list of twenty

how one group chat could span so many professions. She asked,

as I am, I guess. Just your

nodded,

who couldn’t even nail every note certainly was

can mess with anyone else

The profile

the name – Nointerruptions.

chill, like a frosty “keep out‘

it, simply asking,

fuse. But don’t worry. He never chats. Don’t

curiosity

were indeed pseudo–big shots? No, except for Louie. He was

chatted, a message popped up in the group.

asked,

another message came

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