17
My parents had returned from work and my brother had prepared dinner. Then, a knock came at the door. A bad feeling washed over me.
My brother opened the door to reveal Adam and Noah. He asked with confusion, “Who are you looking for?”
Adam offered a practiced smile.“I’m looking for Sylvia. Actually, we’re here to discuss a collaboration. Her audition today was exceptional. We’d like to offer her a contract with Fowler Entertainment.”
How ironic–the man who once sneered at “peasant talent shows” now stood in our cramped living room, a leather–bound contract in hand.
I stood up from the dinner table, not even glancing at the contract Adam offered, pushing them
out.
“No, thank
you. I don’t need it.‘
Noah stepped forward, desperation cracking his polished facade.“Sylvia, this contract guarantees you complete creative control! Adam drafted this for
you…”
“So what?” I retorted coldly.
Adam calmed Noah down, turning to my parents. He spoke softly, “You must be Sylvia’s parents. Please check this contract out. We own the make Sylvia a top star.”
top music company in the country. It can definitely
I had once longed to attend a music academy, only to be coldly refused by Adam. Now, he was proactively suggesting I enter his entertainment industry. They were resorting to any means to get my forgiveness, revealing their greed and selfishness.
Reading the contract, Sylvia’s parents gasped. Every clause was beneficial to Sylvia; the didn’t even seem to care about profit, promising to give her plenty of resources.
company
Adam saw their shocked expressions, a hint of disdain in his eyes.“I don’t think you need to refuse such a good offer.”
Noah added eagerly, “Countless people are desperate to join us. This is a once–in–a–lifetime opportunity.”
But
my
father smiled.“Sorry, Sylvia doesn’t want to, and we can’t decide for her.”
A wave of warmth surged through me. My parents always respected my decisions, unlike Adam and Noah, who forced me to do things I disliked.
So, I politely but firmly rejected them again.
It was New Year’s Eve, a time for family togetherness. But I received a strange text message. “Sylvia, Noah and I are downstairs.”
“You don’t want us to come up and get you, do you?”
