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 pricing,

needed cash to float her company and sought out

solvent again, she reinstated her

on money, but on whether the singer

deep pockets couldn’t guarantee

release hit the

overseas noticed, and so did

assistant negotiate immediately upon discovering

new composition could

more fiercely,

the ballet stage like

did you

Maestro Shi’s

exquisite features bore a faint resemblance to

daughter, readily agreeing: “Of course. My Elizabeth gets whatever

lips curved

Dad.”

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We should head home, or

“Alright.”

as an attendant

Raymond remarked, “Perhaps it’s time to

at this. “I don’t want any boyfriend. I’ll stay

forever.”

Raymond murmured,

drifted to Karaville as she settled into the car. Unbidden, the image of

were to find a boyfriend, he should

Karaville.

forwarded by her assistant Betty, all seeking

Mr. Dylan Thomas. He wants to purchase it for his daughter, Dorothy Thomas–a

as 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

she spoke, Betty sent

I’ve sent you the video. See what

“Alright.”

Maureen clicked play. On the ballet stage,