Master of his heart

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“Ricardo, think it through, man. The boss has had his eye on you for ages. Ryan was keen on shipping you out before, but you wouldn’t have it. Now that Ryan’s gone, there’s a new guy in charge, worse than Ryan ever was. Who knows what he’ll do to you? If you don’t listen to me this time, no one will cover for you when the new CEO shows up.”

Ricardo’s brow furrowed, and he sidestepped the hand reaching out to him. “Director Keagan, keep it professional, please.”

Keagan was livid. Ricardo was a looker, no doubt about it, and over the years, he had managed to break him in, or so he thought. Ricardo’s little sister was sick at home, and in all three years, the company hadn’t paid him a dime. Since joining Stellar Stage Entertainment at sixteen, now at nineteen, he hadn’t released a single work. Plenty of female executives, and some male ones, were all waiting for him to fold.

But Ricardo was tough as nails.

Keagan sneered, “You’ve got a twenty–year contract with us, with seventeen years left. By the time you walk out of here, you’ll be thirty–five–way past the prime age for an entertainer. Do you really want to keep this deadlock with me? If you defy me, all I’ll need is a little pill, and once the new CEO arrives, you’ll be in his bed before you know it.”

Disgust flitted across Ricardo’s eyes. His fist clenched by his side. He’d been through this before, fending off those creeps, almost beating them senseless. After that, Keagan never tried to force him again.

“Director Keagan, do what you will. I can’t control my fists, and I don’t know what I’ll do to that trash. With that, Ricardo flung the door open and strode out.

tears. He was only nineteen, after all. Three years‘ wages added

trusted the wrong people and signed a twenty–year contract, only for them

true colors.

and making more money, Ricardo snorted. Stellar Stage Entertainment was like a neglected piece of land that Dorsey International had forgotten. He’d once thought his luck would change when someone from the

away from the grimy, twisted world

Perhaps he’d been wrong to judge Max by his cover, for the wealthy were experts at dressing

on with

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and collided head–on with the young man. He was solid as steel, making her nose throb, and she pressed it, half–expecting

her face from somewhere ‘Sorry,

eyes. Once the urge to cry subsided, she waved