No Mercy, No Forgiveness

Betty added.

“No need.”

Maureen refused outright. She wasn’t short on money right now.

“Alright then, I’ll talk to the client. Boss, have you run into some trouble lately? Why haven’t you released anything new?”

Betty asked curiously.

Her boss Maureen was a real workhorse, famously creating three hit pieces overnight that earned industry–wide acclaim.

Even the music icons who performed those pieces asked to meet her privately, but she turned them all down.

She’d say, “As long as people enjoy the music, there’s no need to hunt down the creator behind it.”

Trouble…

Maureen pondered her assistant’s words, her gaze shifting to Geoffrey emerging from the kitchen, covered in dust.

The man stood tall with a reserved aura, yet he’d lost his memory overnight, gone blind, and completely changed personalities.

He was trouble indeed.

Maureen came back to Small Town this time mainly to accompany Zoe in her hometown during her final days.

She didn’t want Zoe to have regrets before passing, but never expected Geoffrey and the Sutton Family to latch onto her like this.

Maureen pulled her thoughts together and told her assistant Betty: “Release the next song at Christmas.”

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She’d finished composing it, but a few imperfect spots had stumped her on revisions.

“Got it.”

Betty tapped her keyboard: “Posting it across all platforms now.”

“Mm, okay.”

Since gaining fame, whenever Maureen released new work–unless for old friends–she’d preview it online first. Companies and singers would then bid for it later.

usually handled

Maureen needed cash to float her company and

solvent again, she reinstated

money, but on whether

even deep pockets couldn’t guarantee her

hit the

noticed, and so did everyone

assistant negotiate immediately

this new composition

many others coveted it more

descended from the ballet stage like a

did you see

Maestro

features bore a faint

agreeing: “Of course. My Elizabeth gets whatever her heart

lips curved

Dad.”

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is over. We should head home, or

“Alright.”

linked arms with Raymond as an

the car, Raymond remarked, “Perhaps it’s time to find you a boyfriend once we’re

want any

forever.”

girl,” Raymond murmured, eyes brimming with

thoughts drifted to Karaville as she settled into

boyfriend, he should

Karaville.

the emails forwarded by her assistant Betty, all

it for his daughter, Dorothy Thomas–a renowned ballet dancer who particularly adores your

accompaniment. I’ve watched her performances; they’re truly exceptional. Mr. Raymond Thompson is also quite wealthy. I’m certain entrusting the composition to her would be

Betty sent Elizabeth’s dance video

the video.

“Alright.”

receiving it, Maureen clicked play. On the ballet stage, a woman twirled like