“That’s what I’m afraid of,” another colleague whispered. “Everyone online is watching this showdown between Ms. Judson and Leopold. If her music is terrible, she’s going to get crucified online.”
Ursa held up her hands to quiet them.
“Let’s have a little faith in Ms. Judson,” she said, trying to sound more confident than she felt. “I’m counting on Starlight Media to succeed so I can get a fat bonus.”
The others fell silent. The release date wasn’t far off. They would all find out soon enough.
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After Ursa left, Larissa opened a group chat she hadn’t checked in a while: the Regal City Tattler. She tagged Milton Lester.
Larissa: [@Milton Lester: The two-month deadline for our bet is almost up. Starlight Media hasn’t gone bankrupt, and my new music is about to drop. Once it becomes a hit, my value will skyrocket, and the company will be more successful than ever. Have you picked out a leash? Are you ready for your walk?]
A few moments later, Milton replied.
Prodigal Prince: [Your new songs are going to flop so hard they won’t even make a ripple. Stop talking big. I, on the other hand, have already picked out your shoes. Hope you’ve been practicing. You’ll be licking them clean!]
He followed up with a picture of a pair of shoes covered in small metal spikes.
Avril chimed in.
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