Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Watching Aryan walk away, Griffin asked, "Want me to have someone stop him?"

"If he wants to leave, let him. He can't afford the penalty fees. He'll come crawling back," Elodie replied, leaning back in her swivel chair, closing her eyes for a moment of rest.

She never imagined Aryan would bail at such a critical time. He had promised her he'd rise to the top of their industry. Yet here he was, crumbling before they even got started. Griffin asked, "What's our next move?"

"We've got other talent. Divvy up Aryan's projects among them. If he doesn't want this golden opportunity, plenty of others do," Elodie said, stretching lazily. "I'm feeling a bit worn out. Pass the word around- tell everyone to gear up for a do-or-die effort. If we pull this off, I'll make sure they're well-rewarded."

"Got it," Griffin nodded and left the office.

Meanwhile, in the talent lounge, several artists were slumped over the table, exhausted. When Griffin walked in, one of them asked, "Bro, can we go home now?"

Aryan's departure had disrupted their schedule too, but they were stuck in this lounge with nowhere to go.

Griffin said, "Aryan's workload will be split among you guys, and it's top-tier stuff. You're gonna be busier for a while. Ms. Walker said if you can push through these next two months, the rewards will be worth it."

Two more months? Are

take it anymore. I need to go

a proper sleep in two days, and there's a tour coming up. Everyone knows how intense Aryan's workload is.

room buzzed

But think it through The resources you've got now are what top-tier artists dream of. Whether you can make it big or not

The room fell silent.

like Reece at his peak could get. But to grab those resources, they were

can we at least get four hours of rest a day? Four hours is all we need! Seriously, we're going to

happy with that? Aryan went nuts, and we're headed the same

artists still

wear the crown,

its

it, then all those years of training were for nothing. The