Novel & Cerita Flop Starz

“I just wanted to say thank you for last night. The crowd was completely hooked. You’ve become a sensation. We’ve had so many inquiries about our ‘mysterious songbird.’” My stomach flipped. The last thing I wanted was attention—especially not the kind that could lead back to Lucas. “That’s... good to hear,” I said cautiously, already bracing for what he’d say next. “Good? It’s amazing! And I’ve got even better news. We want to give you a bigger slot. Think Saturday nights, prime time. Oh, and there’s a raise in it for you.”

She stuttered, and I could sense panic, so I pulled my cap off. "Jeremy Deluca..." She beamed, her eyes widened. "I'm a big fan, Mr. Jeremy... I... I watch all the Cheetahs' games, you're my favorite player." She squeaked, "you look even more handsome in real life. OMG!" As much as I was loving the praises, her loud voice was already grabbing attention. "Hey... Where can I... Where's Nadia Smith's office? She got newly appointed." I wore my cap back, dreading to be noticed by those ever-ready content creators and make-believe paparazzi.

She had posted a nine-photo collage of dinner. There was a picture of her with her parents and her third brother, all smiling warmly at the camera. He scrolled further and saw a promotional link for her company. She worked at Star Media, a news agency that covered everything—major national policy reforms, local community incidents, celebrity gossip, even a missing neighbor’s cat. If it was newsworthy, they reported it. Javi walked in with a stack of documents. “Mr. Sterling, here are the materials for tonight’s overtime.”

All of the international party set was here to celebrate Thalía’s twenty-ninth birthday, her third such party, if he recalled correctly. Suddenly, across the room, past the dancefloor and the colorfully painted wooden bar with Thalía’s hand-selected shirtless bartenders, Gabriel saw his rival—Mark Elderbrook. Gabriel glanced quickly at his wife, waiting for Calleigh to see the tall American tycoon. Instead, she was staring up at him with an angry frown, searing him with her violet-blue eyes. “Enjoying yourself?” she asked acidly. “Is this why you married me? So you could parade me at parties like your little doll?”