Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 8

“April? Isn’t she Evelina’s agent? What does she want with you?”

“She wants to set up a songwriting session.”

“For Evelina? Wow, talk about dropping 100 grand right off the bat.”

“Uh–huh,” Lizetta nodded and casually blacklisted April’s number.

Yolanda couldn’t help but crack up, “Evelina’s got some nerve, with her mediocre chops!”

Lizetta dropped her bags off at Yolanda’s place and hopped a cab to Starlight.

The Dashiell Group, a hundred–year–old empire, was like an aging aircraft carrier showing its flaws, hard to turn around. Eight years back, Remington made some bold moves, carving out the Starlight Group from the Dashiell. Group, infusing it with fresh lifeblood.

Under his guidance, the Starlight Group rode the waves, gobbling up growth at a pace that left the Dashiell Group in the dust.

Nowadays, the Dashiell Group was still in the hands of Remington’s dad, Nathan, but it was Remington who was the star player at the helm of the Starlight Group, outshining his old man. They said he was the heir of the Dashiell Group, but it was pretty clear they were riding on his coattails now.

A year ago, Fiona, wanting to foster some marital bonding, had Lizetta join the Starlight Group’s president’s office as a lowly clerk.

The office was buzzing today, with secretary Lydia handing out wedding candies because she was pregnant and leaving.

Lizetta snagged some candy, offering her congrats. Back at her desk, she started typing up her resignation letter.

Lydia spotted this and blurted out in surprise, “Lizetta, you got a bun in the oven too?”

were on her, as usual. Beauties always got the

of admirers, till Remington caught sight of

fended off the suitors, though nobody

quitting for a

having

in shape sooner rather than

Lydia, ever so perceptive, got the wrong end of the stick,

capable; it’s just that

Lydia was gobsmacked.

bad breath on top of that? Girl, you gotta

kissing in the parking lot and thought the woman looked like Lizetta,

kissed, which somehow spiraled into the office joke that her husband had severe halitosis.

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found herself saddled with another rumor. She gotta hand it to

thought of Remington’s cold, aristocratic face and slapped this new label on

now? The Starlight Group doesn’t pay you to

see the stony–faced Remington, her smile freezing on her face.

true identity, had spoken up, and then glanced at the boss

was just like some drama’s

intervene when Remington spoke up, “Thanks for your

the room melted away, but the man’s frosty gaze was locked

a sec,” he walked