Behind The Spotlight

[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 120

Being tall with long legs and spending years in the gym, Collin was healthy and could run for hours if he wanted to. Years of disciplined exercise had given him stamina, and his long strides allowed him to cover distance quickly.

It didn't take long for him to catch up to the woman. His heart raced slightly, not from exertion, but from the tension of the situation.

"Please, just listen to me."

"Ahhh—!!"

The woman screamed as Collin touched her shoulder. Her sudden reaction drew the attention of passersby, who stared at the scene with suspicion and curiosity. To them, Collin appeared like a potential stalker.

"Wait, wait—! I'm not a bad person. I'm just a talent agent." He raised his hands in a calming gesture, hoping to convey that he meant no harm. As the crowd slowly gathered, Collin quickly explained himself and handed his business card to the woman.

The dark-skinned woman glanced at the card before looking back at Collin. She remained cautious, assessing whether he could be trusted.

"I'm a talent agent at Apex Network Talent. Just give me a few minutes to explain."

"Hey miss, is this guy bothering you?" one passerby asked Chantal Beaumont, coldly staring at Collin. The conversation was in French, and Collin caught a few words, realizing they likely misunderstood the situation.

"I'm not a bad person. I'm a talent agent," he said in French, doing his best to explain. Though his grammar was slightly off, she could at least understand the essence of his words, and it seemed to calm her slightly.

Chantal studied the business card. It looked expensive and professional, with thick paper, a refined logo, and golden lettering. She still had no idea what Apex Network Talent was, but the card gave the impression of legitimacy.

"Is he bothering you?" the concerned citizen asked again.

Chantal stared at Collin for a few seconds, then shook her head. Her eyes flickered between curiosity and wariness as she evaluated whether he was genuine.

"No, he's not bothering me. Thank you for your help," she replied in French.

Collin sighed in relief as the people dispersed, grateful that the misunderstanding hadn't escalated further.

"Thanks. I know you're probably skeptical, but I don't have bad intentions. I'm Collin East from Apex Network Talent. The reason I want to talk to you is that I'm interested in signing you. I'm captivated by your voice, and I want to make you a star." He softened his tone, hoping she would sense his genuine admiration for her talent.

He extended his hand for a handshake.

Chantal frowned and didn't take it. She was still skeptical.

"You're not a human trafficker?" she asked in English, her French accent thick.

"What? Of course not! Do I look like one?" He was stunned.

"Human traffickers often use handsome men to lure young women."

"What?" Collin was speechless. He had expected skepticism, but not such extreme concern.

"Human trafficking is a real problem in Europe," she explained.

Indeed, even countries known for elegance and culture had dark corners few wanted to acknowledge. Sex trafficking was a crime that persisted for decades, and it would remain unsolved in many places.

No wonder Chantal was so defensive. Her caution wasn't paranoia, it was survival instinct.

Collin hadn't anticipated such a reaction. He quickly realized that some countries had unique dangers.

'Well, to be fair, kidnapping is also a problem in the U.S. I've heard cartels are involved in human trafficking,' he thought, deciding that transparency was his best approach to earn her trust.

"First of all, I'm not a human trafficker. Do you know Axel Gunner? He's promoting his movie in Paris today."

Chantal shook her head.

"Erm, have you watched Face: Swap, Week On A Cruise Ship, or The Accidental Wedding Crashers?"

"I watched The Accidental Wedding Crashers."

"That's great," Collin smiled. "Axel, my client, is one of the actors in that movie. He's the tall guy."

"Tall guy? You mean the one who made a wedding speech in the movie? That scene was hilarious."

"Yes, that's him. I'm his agent."

Her guarded expression softened slightly, showing she was intrigued.

"Then, have you heard of Lawrence Terrence?"

"The name rings a bell."

"He plays Jacky in Passionate Island. I'm his agent too."

"What? Really!? You're not lying!? I love Passionate Island! I love it!" The young woman began fangirling, her excitement breaking through her initial caution. She had even cried while watching the movie.

"I swear to God."

"This isn't some Modus Operandi?"

"Modus what?" Collin asked, confused.

"You're not lying and using some trick to kidnap me?"

"You still don't believe I'm a real agent?"

"Well..." She laughed awkwardly.

Collin realized this would require patience. He decided to step back and let her think.

"Look, it's up to you if you believe me or not. I don't have bad intentions. I just saw something in you and believe I can make you famous. I'll be in Paris for a week. You can call me if you're interested. My contact info is on the business card."

He slightly regretted not pressing further but knew pushing too hard might drive her away. Patience was often the best strategy with new talent, especially someone cautious who hadn't even introduced herself.

"Well then, I have something to do. Call me if you want to become a star."

Collin excused himself and walked away.

Chantal Beaumont watched him leave. She studied the business card, uncertain whether to keep it. Her mind raced with skepticism and intrigue, wondering if this stranger could really offer the career she dreamed of.

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Collin reached the train just in time. He felt a pang of regret for not signing a deal with her, replaying the encounter in his head and analyzing every word, gesture, and reaction. He hoped Chantal would contact him. Missing a talent of this caliber would sting professionally and personally.

Every instinct in his body screamed that she could become a future star. And, of course, the potential stardom and money were tempting as well. Yes, it was always about money. No one could fault him for that.

After disembarking at his stop, Collin walked a few minutes to the building he had come for: Diore.

Diore was a French luxury fashion house renowned for producing high-end goods. Its flagship store gleamed with polished marble and gold, reflecting decades of elegance and prestige. The brand was famous for its fragrance, makeup, skincare, and men's products.

Collin's goal was to form a deal for his clients with the brand. He had studied their campaigns, analyzed which celebrities had worked with them, and prepared detailed proposals to impress the executives.

He intended to pitch Lawrence, Axel, and Jennifer as ambassadors of this prestigious luxury brand. The thought of pairing his clients with Diore's image excited him.

Collin prepared his voice recorder before entering Diore's headquarters, double-checking the battery and microphone to ensure every word would be captured clearly.

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[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 121

"So, Mr. East. We are indeed interested in working with Lawrence Terrence. We believe that his image and status as a superstar actor make him a perfect fit to be an ambassador of Diore. However, he has already signed partnerships with other brands, which could potentially create conflicts if we are not careful."

At the moment, Collin was facing the executives of Diore. He kept his composure as he listened, maintaining the practiced calm of someone who had negotiated countless times before. This was a huge deal, one that could elevate Lawrence to a new level of stardom and further secure Collin's own reputation as an agent capable of closing high-profile contracts.

"Lawrence still hasn't signed any shoe deals with any brand. He's interested in working with Diore as a shoe ambassador. If Diore plans to launch a new shoe line in the United States, Lawrence can represent it. He's even willing to adjust his schedule for major promotional campaigns to ensure its success." Collin explained smoothly.

"That means Lawrence must wear our shoes whenever he's in public."

"Absolutely. He understands the commitment that comes with being an ambassador. He's ready to uphold it in every public appearance, interview, and even casual outings where cameras might catch him."

That was how the industry worked, and Collin knew it well. Many celebrities struggled with such commitments, but Lawrence had the discipline to follow through.

The executives exchanged glances and nodded. One of them, however, remained silent, watching Collin intently.

"If Lawrence is interested in becoming Diore's U.S. Ambassador, we will gladly work with him. His fame is strong, and his image perfectly embodies the bold yet elegant branding we want in America. We have a new shoe product line we're promoting in the U.S., and we hope Lawrence Terrence will be the face of that campaign."

The product line was essentially a single model available in multiple variations, different colors and designs, similar to how iPhones were released with multiple shades/color of the same base model. Lawrence would endorse the entire line, his influence drawing attention from fashion-conscious youth across America.

"I'm glad to hear that. I'll make sure Lawrence lives up to the expectations you're placing on him," Collin replied, elated.

"Unfortunately, we are not interested in working with Axel Gunner and Jennifer Randon. Axel's recent scandal could harm our brand. As for Jennifer, she's not famous enough and doesn't fit the image we're aiming for."

"I see. Though I will say, both of them have tremendous potential if given the right projects." Collin kept his smile even though he was gritting his teeth inside. He didn't appreciate hearing his clients belittled. At this point, he saw them as his own family, and insults toward them felt personal.

"Now, let's discuss Lawrence's salary. We are interested in signing him for two years. How about $500,000 per year?"

"My team would appreciate it if you increased that to $700,000. Lawrence's fame in the United States is undeniable. Even casual moviegoers who rarely pay attention to actors know his name. His face is instantly recognizable across the globe, on magazine covers, gossip headlines, and countless fan-made posters. You've surely heard of his movie Passionate Island. His performance was praised as one of the finest of his career. Furthermore, his most recent film, Trapping the Parents, grossed over $427 million globally last year while also receiving critical acclaim. That level of success speaks for itself."

The executives listened without interruption, occasionally scribbling notes, as though comparing his statements to their internal research. After about an hour of back-and-forth negotiation, they settled at $600,000 per year for two years. It wasn't quite what Collin asked for, but it was still a strong deal and proof of their confidence in Lawrence.

Satisfied, Collin shook hands with them.

As the executives left one by one, Collin found himself alone with a man wearing a thin, fashionable scarf that probably cost more than what an average worker earned in months.

The man approached him.

"So you're an agent now, huh?"

"Yes, Your Great Ericson."

Your Great Ericson was a famous fashion designer and a major shareholder of Diore. With his creative brilliance and financial influence, he wielded considerable power within the company.

He had legally changed his name to "Your Great Ericson" and demanded people address him that way, as though the title itself were part of his brand and identity.

"I see. What a surprise to find you standing in a position of power rather than on a runway."

Your Great Ericson scanned Collin from head to toe, sighing regretfully. His voice was unique, smooth yet sharp, like silk cutting through glass.

"It's such a waste that I never got the chance to fuck your ass. I still want to take you to my bed. Tell me, I'll raise Lawrence's salary if you agree, and I can make sure his career skyrockets beyond your imagination."

Collin stiffened. He and Your Great Ericson had history. Years ago, when Collin worked as a model, Ericson had taken an immediate interest in him. He had offered Collin a chance to become Diore's ambassador in exchange for a one-night stand.

"Even now, you're still a great specimen. You remain one of my deepest regrets. What I can't understand is how someone so poor had the audacity to reject me. Was it because of your dead friend? Your only saving grace is your face, but you're still a lowlife. Funny, you're a perfect specimen but also a pathetic creature. How did it feel when I kicked you off the runway? Bad, right? That's how I felt when you rejected me."

Your Great Ericson chuckled darkly, his words dripping with twisted triumph.

Collin clenched his jaw but kept his smile steady. Just like before, his answer remained the same.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested, and I never will be."

"Well, I shot my shot. If you'd agreed back then, you'd be one of the top male models in the world right now. You'd be living in luxury, commanding respect everywhere. You have what it takes. You're basically perfect. But you're ruined by a lowlife brain that doesn't understand how this industry works."

Ericson sighed, though it sounded more arrogant than regretful.

Collin remained calm. He knew he was blessed with his looks, but he had never regretted choosing dignity over cheap fame. To him, integrity was worth more than any contract.

"Well then, see you later, Collin. We both know our paths will cross again. Heh, perhaps your client Lawrence Terrence will be more… open to a business deal with me." Your Great Ericson grinned and walked away, his smugness making Collin's fists itch.

Collin nearly lost control, his protective instincts toward his clients almost driving him to punch the man, but he held himself back. A single outburst could jeopardize everything. Instead, he patted his chest, where his small voice recorder was hidden in his pocket.

'Just as I expected, that guy still can't control his mouth. And now he's handed me the leverage I needed.'

Collin smirked coldly. He hadn't expected to meet Ericson, but he had prepared a recorder just in case.

"Sorry, but my clients will be ambassadors of Diore, and you're going to help me. You mocked me years ago. Now it's my turn to laugh at you."

Two days later, Diore expressed interest in signing deals with Axel Gunner and Jennifer Randon. The two were shocked but overjoyed.

The entertainment industry thrived on manipulation and blackmail. Everyone knew it, even if no one admitted it openly. Collin was simply playing the same game. And to be honest, it felt good. He had no guilt whatsoever about blackmailing Your Great Ericson.

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[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 122

"Are you sure you're doing this the right way?" Quincy Jennings frowned at Collin, a mixture of concern and disbelief in his eyes after the two had left the Diore building.

"About what?"

"About blackmailing a rich person. I'm asking if you're doing it right because one wrong move could ruin everything you've worked for, and there's no undo button in this game." The entertainment lawyer emphasized.

"Are you worried about me?"

"Well, if something happens to you, the team might dissolve, everyone's careers could be affected, and I might lose my job. As you can imagine, that would be disastrous."

"That's sweet, Quincy. I like your honesty. Don't worry. Your Great Ericson won't touch me. I know what I'm doing, and I've planned for every possible outcome in this negotiation." Collin reassured him.

Two days ago, Collin had recorded his conversation with Your Great Ericson, capturing every word. Since then, he had devised a calculated plan to leverage the recording, ensuring maximum influence.

"Now I know why you invited me to Paris. You're playing with fire, Collin. Fire can hurt you if it's not handled carefully, it could burn everything you've built." At first, Quincy had thought Collin simply wanted to sign a deal with Diore.

"You don't have to explain it to me."

Collin smirked as he recalled Your Great Ericson's livid expression. No one could deny that the designer had spoken those diabolical words in his unmistakable silky voice and sharp tone.

Being a fashion designer, such a recording could destroy his image and humiliate him in front of his peers and board members. He had no choice but to negotiate with Collin, as his reputation and career depended on it.

Both sides signed an NDA to ensure the recording would remain private, safeguarding Collin's leverage. Your Great Ericson kept the original recorder, but Collin probably had a copy as a precaution. In exchange for signing the deal, Your Great Ericson agreed to help Collin's clients become ambassadors for Diore, guaranteeing high-profile opportunities.

Collin was satisfied. The outcome exceeded his expectations.

"That guy won't hurt me. I know that. Even if he tries, I can counter his moves." Collin explained to Quincy.

"I don't know where your confidence comes from. You can't know exactly how people think or what they might do when cornered."

"I know how people think, and I've studied him well enough to predict his responses."

Collin had a sharp instinct, and he knew Your Great Ericson wouldn't commit crimes or risk everything for personal vendettas. The designer's pride was a vulnerability Collin could exploit.

-- Your Great Ericson.

-- Safe Player (Yellow).

-- Fake Bravado (White).

Based on these talents, Collin concluded that Your Great Ericson wouldn't act outside legal boundaries. Why these behaviors were considered talents was beyond Collin's understanding.

"Quincy, I assume this isn't your first time handling high-stakes NDAs and leveraging sensitive information."

"Well..." Quincy didn't elaborate.

It was true. He had managed countless NDA contracts and negotiations requiring discretion. He had even helped a famous older actress coerce a man into signing an NDA in exchange for money, ensuring he wouldn't reveal her sexual assault, a highly sensitive case with potential legal consequences.

This was one of the milder cases he had handled. Quincy understood how ruthless Hollywood could be and didn't blame Collin for blackmailing a luxury brand executive to secure a deal. The industry often rewarded cunning over morality. However, Quincy still disapproved of Collin's methods, they were dirty, dangerous, and open to future retaliation.

"Just like I said, Your Great Ericson won't do that. I'm a man of my word. Both of us are bound by the contract, and I won't break it." Collin said firmly.

Later that day, Axel Gunner successfully signed a deal with Diore to become the U.S. ambassador for their clothing line. His contract guaranteed that all public appearances, photoshoots, and promotional events aligned with the brand. He would earn $500,000 per year over a two-year term. Axel was both surprised and delighted, impressed at how Collin had secured a product deal despite his precarious situation. He realized once again how competent his talent agent was.

Jennifer Randon received a contract as well, thrilled by the opportunity. She would earn $300,000 per year over two years, officially becoming an ambassador for Diore's luxury bags upon Collin and Quincy's return to Los Angeles. The opportunity elevated her profile significantly, and she felt immense gratitude toward Collin.

Lawrence's contract increased to $1 million per year for three years, ensuring he remained the centerpiece of Diore's promotional campaigns. Diore's U.S. representatives handled legalities, payments, and obligations for Jennifer and Lawrence.

As for how Your Great Ericson convinced the executives to approve deals for all three actors, Collin didn't know and didn't care. He was already satisfied that his clients had secured contracts. These deals solidified Collin's status as a top-tier agent. By standard practice, he would earn a 5% commission, which amounted to $270,000. Modest compared to his clients' earnings, but to Collin, the feeling of closing such a significant deal was exhilarating. The thrill of negotiation, power, and watching dreams materialize was addictive.

Three days into his seven-day stay in Paris, Collin spent most of his time exploring the city, soaking in its culture, architecture, and rhythm. He visited the train station daily, hoping for a call or message from the woman he wanted to meet. Each day, he left disappointed, silently questioning whether he had misjudged her interest.

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"You're still staring at that business card. Just like I said, if you want to meet this so-called talent agent, just take me with you. We can set up a meeting in a public place so he won't do anything bad if he's a kidnapper or has hidden intentions."

Isabella said this to Chantal. She was Chantal's friend and often offered advice on important decisions.

"I don't know if I can trust him. He's too handsome, and his polished demeanor makes me even more skeptical. Besides, it's surprising that an agent showed up to sign me on the spot. I'm not sure he's telling the truth." Chantal studied the business card in her hands, unsure if she would keep it or discard it.

"You said you wanted to be a famous singer. That talent agent saw potential in you and believes in your abilities. You might regret it if doubt prevents you from taking this chance."

"..." Chantal bit her lip, torn between caution and ambition.

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Behind The Spotlight Chapter 123

Isabella was right. Chantal's dream had always been to become a famous singer, a dream she had held in her heart since childhood. That very dream was also one of the reasons her parents had cast her out.

When Chantal turned 18, her parents decided she could live on her own and kicked her out. They felt no guilt about it, convinced she had no future compared to her younger sister, who collected awards every year and embodied everything they valued. To them, Chantal's dream of becoming a singer was nothing but foolishness, a waste of time.

Since then, Chantal had lived with her friend's family in a small yet warm home. She was grateful to Isabella and her parents for taking her in without judgment, only kindness. Chantal worked as a waitress on weekdays to cover her expenses, singing only on weekends at the train station.

"If you want to meet this talent agent, then take me with you. I'll be ready to call the police if he tries anything shady."

Isabella could see Chantal's hesitation about whether to contact the talent agent, so she gave her friend a push.

"I want to prove to my parents that I'll become a famous singer."

"That's the spirit. And once you're famous, don't ever help them. They kicked you out last year, and they never truly supported you."

"T-That sounds kinda bad."

"What do you mean bad? Your parents are the worst. Tell me, have they ever celebrated your birthday?"

"..." Chantal fell silent. Her parents had never done anything special for her. They had provided food and shelter for 18 years, but never a heartfelt gift, never a sincere hug, never a word of encouragement. Most of the time, she had survived through part-time jobs.

"I'll call him."

"I'll be by your side."

Chantal found a phone booth and dialed the number on the business card. Her voice trembled slightly when someone answered.

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The two women sat at a table in a café of their choice. It was one of the most popular cafés in the neighborhood, always bustling with customers.

Today, it was about 70% full, which reassured them. They were confident the talent agent wouldn't try anything reckless, especially since the café was located right next to a police station where patrol cars flashed red and blue.

Chantal kept glancing at the entrance, nervously stirring her cup of coffee.

"He's here," Chantal whispered to Isabella.

"Where?" Isabella asked.

"The tall, handsome guy at the door."

"Oh my God, Chantal, he's hot!" Isabella squealed. Chantal silently agreed, though she tried to keep her composure, unlike her overly excited friend.

That was precisely why Chantal had been skeptical of Collin. He was too handsome to be a talent agent. With his sharp jawline, neatly tailored suit, and confident demeanor, he looked like someone out of a magazine. With that face, he should have been an actor or a model.

Collin scanned the café and spotted Chantal sitting with another woman. He had even postponed his return flight today because Chantal called him yesterday, on what was supposed to be his last night in Paris. It cost him time, but he didn't regret the decision.

"Hello, I'm Collin East, a talent agent."

"I'm Chantal Beaumont."

"I'm Isabella Salome."

"It's nice to meet you, Chantal and Isabella."

Collin already knew Chantal's name, he had seen it through his golden vision when she performed at the train station, her voice unforgettable. That performance was the reason he wanted to sign her. Still, he acted as though it was the first time he had heard it.

"So, Collin, are you really a talent agent? Or are you a kidnapper? Just so you know, we're near a police station, so don't try anything."

Isabella tried to sound tough, but her cheeks flushed. The man in front of her was far too attractive. Every time he smiled, her heart skipped a beat, making it difficult to maintain suspicion.

"I'm not lying," Collin replied calmly, glancing at his watch.

"If you don't believe me, I'll introduce you to someone to prove it. My client should be here in a few minutes."

The two women exchanged confused looks, but their doubts evaporated when another tall man entered the café.

This time, they recognized him.

They didn't know his name, but they had seen him in a film, The Accidental Wedding Crashers. Lawrence Terrence had starred in that film too.

"Let me introduce my client, Axel Gunner. He's starred in The Accidental Wedding Crashers, Week on a Cruise Ship, and Face: Swap."

Out of the three movies, the women only knew the first one, they had even watched it at the cinema.

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Axel Gunner. Erm… I'm here because Collin wanted to prove he's not a kidnapper." Axel looked a little puzzled but played along, his friendly chuckle easing the tension. Collin had just closed a Diore deal for him, so Axel had no problem helping his agent today.

"Wow, you really weren't lying... Chantal, this guy is real!" Isabella exclaimed.

Chantal was also stunned. It was impossible to fake an actor, especially one whose face they had seen on the big screen. On top of that, Axel radiated that unmistakable celebrity aura, a magnetic presence that made people turn their heads.

"Do… do you know Lawrence Terrence? I'm his fan." Chantal asked, her voice tinged with excitement. Isabella leaned in too, eager for the answer. Both were fans of Lawrence.

Axel chuckled at their enthusiasm and pointed toward Collin.

"If you're interested in meeting Lawrence, then you're in luck. Collin is his agent."

The two women turned to Collin. He cleared his throat and got straight to the point.

"Chantal, as I said before, I want to sign a partnership with you. I can make you a superstar."

"..."

Chantal was speechless, this time from pure shock. She hadn't expected a real talent agent to be interested in her. Her heart pounded in her chest. On top of that, this agent managed two famous actors. Clearly, he wasn't an ordinary agent.

If anyone could help her achieve stardom, it was him. After all, Collin had made Axel and Lawrence famous.

"I want to hear more about it."

"Alright."

Collin smiled and began explaining. With calm assurance, he introduced himself and his agency, describing how ANT operated, the resources they provided, and the opportunities available. Aside from actors and directors, ANT also managed music artists and sports players, with an impressive track record.

Collin was confident he could make Chantal famous within a year or two. All she had to do was trust him and sign a deal.

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[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 124

Three days after Collin met Chantal Beaumont for the first time, he had already created a plan for her stardom. The agent wasted no time drafting multiple strategies in his notebook, carefully considering every possible angle.

"My first plan is to let you compete in The Singing Voice."

"You can do that?" Chantal was surprised, her eyes widening and her accent thickening in a way that made her words even more charming and authentic. The disbelief in her tone was unmistakable.

She had heard of The Singing Voice. In fact, the show was also broadcast in France, though dubbed in French except for the singing parts. Chantal often dreamed of participating in it, imagining herself turning all four coaches' chairs, hearing the audience cheer, and feeling the thrill of proving herself. She dreamed of winning the competition, becoming a successful singer, hearing her songs on the radio, and seeing her face printed on posters.

She never expected Collin to be able to place her on that show without her going through the usual struggle of sending tapes, and begging for auditions like so many others.

"My client is the host of The Singing Voice."

"Jennifer Randon?" Chantal was even more shocked, almost falling back into her chair. She knew exactly who Jennifer Randon was, she had watched her on the show.

"That's right." Collin nodded with calm confidence.

"I can attest to that. Jennifer is my friend, and we are both Collin's clients," Axel testified, his words carrying assurance.

"Wait, this is too much of a coincidence. Are you telling me that not only Axel Gunner and Lawrence Terrence, but also Jennifer Randon, are your clients? Are you telling me you're really that great of an agent?" Isabella butted in, frowning at Collin. Her skeptical eyes narrowed, as if trying to see through him. She found it hard to believe that this agent truly represented so many successful clients.

"That's why Miss Beaumont here is lucky that Collin took an interest in her," Axel replied with a knowing grin.

"I know you're still skeptical. At the end of the day, it's Chantal's decision whether she wants to work with me or not," Collin added. His tone was both gentle and firm, showing he wasn't trying to force anyone.

Chantal was touched that her friend was worried about her. Isabella held her hand, silently reassuring her with a comforting squeeze. Chantal felt, maybe for the first time, that someone truly believed she was worth fighting for. Still, she was eager to hear more of Collin's proposed plan.

"What's your other plan?" she asked.

"The second plan is the usual one. I'll find a record label that can help you break into the music industry. Don't worry, I'll meticulously check every record label that meets your criteria. You probably haven't heard of it, but ANT has worked with many record labels."

Chantal listened intently, absorbing every word Collin said. She and Isabella exchanged a look, and in that shared silence, both women understood this was a turning point.

Having nothing and being a nobody, Chantal knew this opportunity might never come again, the kind of chance that only appeared once in a lifetime. Besides, with Axel Gunner as living proof that Collin was not some kind of trafficker or scammer, she felt this meeting could very well determine her future.

Should she decline and find her own way? Should she continue singing at the train station, earning a few hundred francs each day, her voice echoing against the cold stone walls as strangers passed her by? Should she wait for another talent agent to discover her? Was that even possible, or was she only fooling herself?

Or should she take Collin's hand and fight for her dream?

She bit her lip and made her decision.

"Collin, please make me a star."

When she said that, Collin couldn't help but smile, not the polished smile of an agent sealing a deal, but a genuine one that carried both relief and determination.

"I will make you a star," Collin replied, shaking hands with the young woman.

"You don't have to worry. If there's anyone who can help you become famous, Collin is the best choice. You might not understand now, but you'll see later. Collin East is famous for being the hidden ace of ANT," Axel assured the two women.

Isabella and Chantal looked at Collin, who only shrugged his shoulders. Honestly, he still had no idea why he was called the so-called hidden ace of ANT, a title that felt both flattering and burdensome. In his mind, he was just doing his job.

The fact that this title had begun spreading through the company was alarming, but Collin didn't know how to stop it.

Every agent in the company had heard about Collin's story. They knew he managed four promising clients and helped build their careers from scratch. Yes, Collin was shy about the way his story had spread, and the whispers in the hallways often embarrassed him.

'The story started getting out of control around the time I saved Jolyne Robs. I swear, they used me as the frontman.' Collin sighed. His story had been exaggerated to cover up Jolyne's kidnapping incident.

Collin and Chantal made an agreement. He would provide her with money to prepare her documents since she needed to travel to the United States to pursue her career. She was free to take Isabella with her if she wished, knowing that having a friend by her side would make the transition less frightening.

Later that day, Chantal and Isabella discussed it seriously. That evening, Isabella's parents returned home and the family gathered to watch television.

When the commercials came on, a promotion for Face: Swap appeared. The cast of the movie was being interviewed. Isabella and Chantal saw Axel's interview on the red carpet and even caught a glimpse of Collin in the background.

The two young women stared at each other. After that, they didn't hesitate anymore.

Chantal explained everything to Isabella's parents, who were happy to hear she had something promising ahead. Isabella also told them she wanted to go to the United States to help Chantal. Her parents agreed, but only gave her a year to live with her friend. After that, Isabella would have to find her own way.

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Collin returned to the United States while Axel stayed in Europe. The actor still needed to go to Italy to promote the movie before returning to America.

Collin made an international call to Chantal and was satisfied to hear that she was already sorting her documents. Her voice sounded excited, full of hope. As for Collin, he had his own preparations to make.

He needed to find her a safe and comfortable place to stay. He also had to research the record labels ANT worked with, narrowing down which ones would be best for a newcomer like Chantal.

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Just like that, August arrived, and with it came the premiere of Bride Runaway.

August 1, 1998. Friday.

Lawrence Terrence and Jolyne Robs stepped onto the red carpet, holding hands. Both smiled at the cameras, looking sweet together, though they kept just enough distance to suggest they were "just friends." It was a careful balance, affection mixed with restraint.

But the truth was, they weren't friends at all. They hated each other. Still, because this was the red carpet for Bride Runaway, they had to maintain the façade, hiding sharp daggers behind practiced smiles.

 

[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 125

The two actors stepped onto the red carpet in formal attire, Lawrence in a suit and Jolyne in a gown that shimmered under the flashing lights. Lawrence's tailored suit fit him perfectly, sharp lines enhancing his figure, while Jolyne's dress flowed like water around her. She held Lawrence's arm as they walked close together, their practiced smiles making it seem as if they were truly close, when in reality, they could barely stand each other.

Their fans screamed their names with wild excitement, voices blending into one overwhelming roar that echoed down the carpet. Some fans held banners, others waved posters with their pictures. Photographers captured their every movement, the flashing lights nearly blinding them as dozens of lenses clicked in rapid succession. They posed for the cameras, their smiles kept in place, every tilt of their heads carefully calculated to create the perfect angle for magazines and newspapers, to look good from every direction.

When they reached the next spot, a female reporter stood waiting, microphone in hand, smiling brightly at the chance to interview two of Hollywood's stars.

"Jolyne, I'm a big fan. I just want to say you look stunning in that dress."

"Thank you." The actress returned the compliment with a graceful smile, her tone soft and polite.

"And you, Lawrence, such a young man, but full of charisma."

"I practiced in the mirror." Lawrence joked with a playful smirk, drawing laughter from both the reporter and Jolyne.

The reporter began professionally, asking safe questions about the film, their roles, and their experiences on set... until she touched on Jolyne's abduction incident.

"We know about the tragedy you experienced. I just want to ask—" she hesitated before continuing, "is it true that you flirted with Producer Perberto, and that he believed you were romantically interested in him, which led to your kidnapping?"

In short, was it your fault that you almost got kidnapped, Jolyne Robs?

Jolyne's expression faltered, her lips trembling slightly while her eyes dimmed with hurt. For a moment, the strong and confident actress looked like a fragile girl. The question cut deeply.

Lawrence's frown was immediate and sharp.

"Next question. That question lacks professionalism. I can't believe you even thought of asking it," he snapped coldly.

"Well, I mean—" the reporter stammered with a nervous laugh.

"If you have nothing sensible to say, then we'll leave now. I see you lack professionalism. How insensitive can you be? Jolyne was kidnapped, and you're blaming her? Is your brain even working?" Lawrence's words were harsh, his tone filled with scorn.

The reporter was left speechless.

Lawrence and Jolyne walked away. The actress smirked, amusement flashing in her eyes at how easily Lawrence played his role as the protective co-star.

"That's impressive. If you didn't deliver, I would've slap her."

"I didn't do it for you. I did it because PR told me to."

Before the red carpet, both Lawrence and Jolyne had been briefed in a hotel suite by their publicists, who walked them through possible scenarios and potential questions. The abduction incident was at the top of the list. Their PR teams predicted that reporters might ask offensive questions.

Together, their teams decided to turn the risk into an opportunity. Lawrence would step in and protect Jolyne if anything offensive was asked. That way, Jolyne could avoid saying something that might damage her reputation. She had a history of lashing out at the media, and Lawrence's job was to contain her temper before it ruined the night.

Just as predicted, the interview was broadcast on TV. Jolyne's hurt expression gained sympathy, while Lawrence's protective response earned admiration. The perfect narrative had been created. Their fans loved them even more because of it.

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Bride Runaway told the story of a bride who had fled from dozens of weddings. During her latest attempt to escape, she stumbled and was saved by a young and handsome journalist whose curiosity was instantly piqued by the mysterious woman.

Driven to uncover her story, the journalist began investigating and learned that she had run away from wedding after wedding. He decided to write an article, but with incomplete information, his piece painted her in an unfair light.

The runaway bride challenged his claims. The journalist then traveled to her hometown, only to discover there was far more to her story than he first believed. She was innocent, misunderstood by society.

As they grew closer, the two slowly fell in love. And this time, the bride didn't run away from the wedding.

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"Phew… thank God."

Jeremiah sighed in relief as he studied the opening weekend performance of Bride Runaway from his office, papers stacked high around him. For weeks, he had feared suffering the same fate as Taylor, the executive who was fired.

The black man in his thirties read the data received from the Cinema Alliance with trembling hands, double-checking the numbers again and again.

From August 1 to August 3, which was Friday through Sunday, the box office gross of Bride Runaway surpassed $44 million.

It was a satisfying performance, a clear success, especially for a romantic comedy in a competitive summer box office season.

Recently, Jeremiah had faced intense scrutiny for the scandal surrounding the production. Many blamed him for what happened to Jolyne Robs, which tarnished his reputation as one of the best producers at Wash Dismay Studio, a reputation he had spent more than a decade building. Even the Chairman had expressed his disappointment.

As the producer, Jeremiah had no choice but to shoulder the criticism. It was his responsibility to maintain peace during production and ensure no scandals erupted. Unfortunately, he had failed. Jolyne's abduction had become a massive story, one that nearly ruined everything.

He had worked tirelessly to fix the problem, even resorting to collaborating with ANT to mitigate the damage.

Thankfully, his hard work paid off. Bride Runaway was a clear success. For now, at least, Jeremiah could breathe easier. Surely he wouldn't be kicked out of the company… right?

Suddenly, his phone rang. The call was from Chairman Greg Marinero.

"Sir." Jeremiah answered nervously, his throat dry and heartbeat quickening. Sweat dampened his palms as he waited for the Chairman to speak.

"I saw the opening weekend numbers for Bride Runaway."

"Yes, sir. It grossed over $44 million after three days in 3,158 theaters across North America."

"Hm. You did a great job. Keep it up."

"Yes, Chairman!" Relief flooded Jeremiah. The Chairman's praise loosened the tension that had been weighing on him for months since the kidnapping incident. He had even resorted to pills just to sleep at night.

"However, I don't want a repeat of what happened last time. Work harder and don't make any mistakes."

"I promise, Chairman. That was the last mistake you'll ever hear from me."

"Alright. Your bonus will be given once the movie finishes its run. Work hard and intensify the promotion. If you have to, use Jolyne's abduction incident to attract attention. I want this movie to make more money."

Chairman Greg Marinero ended the call. For him, everything was about money. The film industry, in his eyes, was nothing else.

It was unfortunate that the studio had to increase Jolyne Robs' box office share, but in exchange, Wash Dismay shamelessly used her story to promote the movie. The result spoke for itself: the film earned more than anyone predicted.

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[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 126


Because the performance of Bride Runaway had been a success on its opening weekend, Wash Dismay Studio intensified the movie's promotion with an even more aggressive campaign.

Almost every television channel aired the trailer repeatedly, sometimes two or three times within a single hour, ensuring that no one could escape hearing about the film. Newspapers were just as relentless, covering the movie, its cast, and related stories to make a strong statement.

The production showed no concern for respecting Jolyne's recent abduction incident. It was shameless, but in the film industry, such ruthless tactics were common, just another way to create hype. They repeatedly recycled old articles and footage, refreshed audiences on past news, and even generated new headlines linking her trauma to the film's release.

Of course, they didn't blame Jolyne or tarnish her reputation. Every news article sympathized with her, portraying her as a strong, resilient woman who continued working despite everything. Wash Dismay Studio simply wanted publicity for Bride Runaway. Since Jolyne had already signed a better contract, ensuring her reputation remained intact, she professionally went along with the studio's promotional strategy.

And their method worked. After ten days of screening, the film grossed $93 million at the North American box office.

The cast appeared on talk shows and interviews one after another, hopping from television studios to radio stations. Jolyne and Lawrence, in particular, were featured together on many programs.

"Bro, why are you staring at my client like you want to kill him?"

Collin frowned as he noticed Arnold glaring at Lawrence. The two agents stood in the corner of the Saturday Night Show studio, where the atmosphere buzzed with energy from the live audience. They were watching Lawrence and Jolyne perform a comedic skit that had the crowd roaring with laughter.

"Because I want to beat your client," Arnold said, clenching his fist.

"Arnold, you're crazy. You rarely talk about your client, so I assumed your relationship with Jolyne never happened." Collin lowered his voice so only Arnold could hear, sneaking cautious glances at the nearby staff.

"But after seeing your reaction tonight, bro, I think you need to chill. Tell me, you didn't break up with your girlfriend because of Jolyne, right?"

Collin wasn't naive. He realized there was something between Jolyne and Arnold, but he hadn't expected it to escalate to the point of jeopardizing Arnold's career.

"You didn't break up with your girlfriend, who was a teacher, because of Jolyne, right?" he repeated, his tone sharper this time.

Arnold remained silent.

Collin sighed. He now knew the truth. That silence said it all.

"Did the executives know about this? You know relationships with our clients are strictly prohibited. We even signed contracts regarding this."

"I spoke to the CEO. I told him that Jolyne would find another agency if she ended our relationship. The CEO agreed, but we have to keep our relationship a secret," Arnold admitted.

"Am I hearing this correctly? You just threatened the CEO, Lila Seraphina?"

"So what?" Arnold's white talent shimmered faintly.

"So what, my ass. You don't even know if this relationship will last. What if Jolyne falls for someone else? Actresses often develop feelings for their male co-stars. What will happen to your professional relationship as her agent if you two break up?"

"That's why I'm thinking of punching your client."

"You're insane," Collin sighed deeply, rubbing his forehead as if trying to massage away a growing headache.

"I just pray this decision of yours doesn't end badly."

The two agents stayed quiet after that, watching the Saturday Night Show live in the studio while the audience continued cheering.

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The next day, Collin presented two scripts to Lawrence. Since the actor would finish promoting Bride Runaway in another month, it was time to line up another project that could continue his streak of successful films.

His short cameo in Wyatt's comedy film had been completed in just a day and barely felt like work.

Lawrence picked up the two scripts, reading them carefully with furrowed brows, his concentration fully on the pages.

"The first is from Director Thomas Summerbelt. He wants to work with you again."

Director Summerbelt had returned to the industry after a long hiatus, and his comeback had already attracted attention from critics and studios alike.

"Don't tell me he's working with Sonya-Collapse Studio?" Lawrence asked. There was no mention of the studio in the script.

"I'm also confused about that. Sonya-Collapse Studio expressed interest in working with him and even recommended Producer Harper to collaborate for the second time. However, Director Summerbelt did a 180 and chose 20th Centaur instead."

"Thank God," Lawrence sighed with relief. After working with many production teams, he considered Producer Harper one of the worst in the business.

If he were ranking producers, Jeremiah would be first, Harper dead last.

"Is there something I don't know?" Collin asked.

"You weren't in Bora Bora, so you haven't heard what the producer did, he just fucked around, quite literally" Lawrence said bluntly.

"I thought that was just a rumor," Collin replied, surprised.

"It's real. I can confirm it. I was there."

"So working with 20th Centaur is the right choice then."

"If Summerbelt had worked with Sonya-Collapse and Harper, I'd never work with him again." Lawrence shrugged, exuding self-assurance. His filmography was filled with blockbusters, giving him the freedom to be selective.

"I'll take Director Summerbelt's script," he confirmed. He trusted the director's talent and believed their collaboration would produce something remarkable.

As for the second script:

"It's from Whiner Bruh Studio. They're interested in working with you. I met the director, he seems great."

Collin didn't mention that the director had a reputation for making horror blockbusters. He had yellow talent.

"I've heard of him, but isn't he a horror director? Why is he venturing into romance?" Lawrence frowned as he scanned the story. Though it seemed promising, he doubted a horror director could deliver a successful romance.

"That, I don't know," Collin admitted honestly. Perhaps the director was branching into a new genre to broaden his creative range.

"I'll go with Director Summerbelt's script. This movie will release next year, right?"

"If the schedule works out."

No one could predict the future, after all.

"I want to do one movie per year. Anything more will take a toll on me." Lawrence now valued balance between career and personal life and was no longer eager to overwork.

"Alright."

"Collin, I want at least $15 million. If you can secure a box office share, even better."

"I'll keep that in mind."

Lawrence's salary as the male lead of Bride Runaway had been $15 million with no box office share. He secretly envied Jolyne, who had earned a share, especially as the film's success grew. Every additional million reminded him of the money he wasn't making.

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[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 127

Producer Harper was livid as he realized that Director Summerbelt had no intention of working with him again. Fury boiled inside him, threatening to consume him entirely.

"That fucking bastard! I helped him when he filmed Passionate Island, and now he's acting like he doesn't know me. Fuck!" His voice echoed sharply and venomously through the office, scattering papers across the floor in his manic rage.

Sonya-Collapse Studio had encouraged him to convince the director to work with them again and had been very clear about how much they expected him to succeed. The studio was even ready to pay Harper $1 million bonus if he convinced the director, a generous carrot dangling in front of him.

Harper had thought the job would be easy and considered it done, smugly assuming that Summerbelt owed him a debt of gratitude. But things hadn't gone his way. Director Summerbelt had no intention of working with him again and made that point bluntly.

Instead, Summerbelt signed a deal with 20th Centaur, one of Hollywood's major studios.

Harper slammed his fists against the table, groaning in pain as he realized he had overestimated the strength of his hands compared to the solid desk. He hadn't broken the table, he'd broken a bone in his hand. He bit down on his lip to suppress a scream. It was both stupid and humiliating.

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Just like Lawrence, Axel Gunner also received a script.

Face: Swap had now grossed over $282 million at the worldwide box office. Touchpebbles Pictures was satisfied with the performance and no longer held a grudge against Axel. In Hollywood, money forgives everything.

With this success, Axel had salvaged his reputation. One production studio considered him worth hiring. Like Lawrence, all of Axel's films had been box office hits, proving that his appeal wasn't a fluke. The previous scandal wasn't enough to derail his career.

Collin received the script as well. He met the director and was a bit disappointed that the director had no glowing talent in filmmaking. Still, he encouraged Axel to audition, knowing that the production team was genuinely interested in the actor.

"I tried auditioning for movies this month, but no one cast me. Fortunately, I received a script where the production clearly wants me," Axel said, flipping through the pages with a hint of excitement he hadn't felt in months.

Like Face: Swap, the script was an action movie filled with car chases, explosive gunfights, and physically demanding sequences. It was mid-budget, and the production team wanted Axel as the protagonist, a validation he hadn't felt in a long time.

Collin felt some guilt. He had encouraged Axel to audition for projects with more talented directors, listing all the "best" directors and hoping one would recognize Axel's value.

Yet, for various reasons, Axel hadn't been chosen. Perhaps the directors didn't find his aesthetic suitable, or maybe it was due to his history of breaking contracts.

Still, one production team deemed Axel worthy, and that made him happy. Someone finally recognized his hard work.

"I can look for more projects if you're not interested in action movies," Collin offered. He thought a film with a top-tier director could better showcase Axel's talent.

"No, it's fine. I want this project. The script has over-the-top scenes, but I like it. Besides, I was a soldier, I know how to handle firearms," Axel said gratefully. Deep down, he had feared the day no one would cast him again.

"I promise to get you the lead role," Axel assured him.

"They'll hold an audition next month."

Collin nodded as he saw the bright yellow talent above Axel's head flicker, still alive and burning.

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September arrived, and Bride Runaway had grossed over $132 million at the North American box office after 30 days of screening. Its international release schedule promised even greater profits.

Face: Swap had grossed $302 million worldwide. The movie was losing momentum and probably wouldn't reach $400 million, though it had already surpassed expectations. Still, it was a box office success. With a production cost of $55 million, industry insiders called it one of the most profitable projects of the season, the revenue was 5.4 times its budget.

That month, Lawrence secured a role in Summerbelt's project. Negotiations were tough, taking Collin three days to reach an agreement with the 20th Centaur producer. The days were filled with back-and-forth calls and endless coffee meetings until they finally reached a middle ground.

Lawrence was satisfied with $17 million upfront, plus a 3% North American box office share. Finally, he could enjoy the perks of a major star with box office shares.

Director Summerbelt's movie centered on a female boss and her employee. The female boss was about to lose her working visa and needed to marry to avoid deportation. She convinced her employee to marry her. The film's title was The Boss Proposal.

Axel Gunner also passed his audition. Collin's negotiation was faster because the production had a mid-budget; asking for a huge salary could have cost Axel the role. Axel secured $1 million, the highest salary in the cast except for the director.

His action movie was about an agent who lost his memory and didn't know why the CIA was hunting him. Determined to regain his memory and uncover the truth, he had to survive. Axel became the protagonist of The Born Identity, based on a novel.

With all his clients safely placed in the industry, Collin realized he didn't have much to do. His work consisted of visiting studios, checking on clients, and occasionally attending negotiation meetings. Overall, life was good, and he finally had time to breathe.

Still, he felt it was time to hire a secretary. A capable secretary could help manage his schedule and reduce his workload, preventing burnout from juggling multiple stars.

Fortunately, after consulting Lila, he learned the company would cover the secretary's salary, a relief since Collin disliked unnecessary expenses eating into his commissions. He was thrilled because he didn't like sharing his money unless it was with his family, whom he prioritized above all else.

Collin was now waiting for Chantal to arrive in the United States to begin a new chapter in her life, and possibly in his career. He also planned to set up a hiring meeting to find a talented secretary to ease his workload.

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[Author's Note: I know Director Summerbelt and Producer Harper have first names, but I don't want to confuse readers, so I stuck with single names only. Thanks a lot for your support, it's the biggest motivation for me to keep writing.]

[Also, do you want Chantal to compete in the singing competition or sign a proper record label instead? I prefer the record label since singers who win competitions usually don't have lasting careers.]

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Behind The Spotlight Chapter 128

"Your name is Johnny Joeystar. Tell me, Mr. Joeystar, what is your talent related to being a secretary?"

"I'm a hard-working person. I'm good at handling paperwork; furthermore, I love horseback riding. I also have a star birthmark on my back."

"Okay," Collin nodded, though he secretly felt disappointed. After conducting many interviews, he realized that most of the time, he could discern a person's talent simply by asking about it and observing the words that might appear above their heads.

However, this method was not foolproof. Last time, when he interviewed someone for his clients' personal assistants, nothing appeared above the candidate's head when asked about secretarial skills. But when the candidate accidentally tripped and did pushups to make it less embarrassing, the words "Bodybuilder" appeared in white above his head. The talent wasn't related to the original question, only revealing itself when the candidate engaged in something connected to their true skill.

Collin concluded that asking candidates questions specifically about secretarial work could help him identify the right person without wasting energy or going in circles during interviews.

Today, Collin focused on questions related to being a secretary. So far, three candidates had promising talents, though all were white talents. Collin wanted at least a yellow talent for his secretary, someone capable of easing his workload and managing everything from scheduling and filtering calls to organizing contracts and handling bothersome visitors.

"Thank you, Mr. Johnny Joeystar. I will call you later if you get the job."

"Alright."

Once Johnny Joeystar left, Collin crossed his name off the list. He had no reason to hire someone whose talents weren't related to secretarial work. And what did Johnny mean by a star birthmark on his back? Was that a Jojo reference?

'The atmosphere is too serious. Perhaps the next candidate will lighten things up with a joke.'

Collin stood and called in the next candidate.

This candidate was a man with a strong posture and a convincing face. Collin felt something strange about him, yet there was an aura that immediately inspired trust even before he spoke, it was complicated.

"Hello, I'm Goodguy Loyalty."

Collin reviewed his resume and was impressed by his neatly written work history.

"You worked at the Pord Car Brand as the assistant to an executive?"

"That's right, sir."

Pord Car Brand was a renowned American automotive company with a long heritage. Among all the candidates, Goodguy Loyalty had the most impressive resume.

But a polished résumé didn't always reflect the truth.

"So, what are your talents related to secretarial work?"

"I'm attentive. I have excellent communication and organizational skills. You won't need to worry about menial tasks anymore. And every day, I'll prepare your coffee with just the right balance of sugar and cream, if you prefer."

Goodguy Loyalty spoke confidently.

Collin's expression darkened.

'I was right, this guy is dangerous. No wonder my instincts were alert at first glance. This man's talents revolve around deception. And that name... who even names their child Tried? Especially with a surname like Cocksalot.'

Above Goodguy Loyalty's head, several talents appeared:

-- Tried Cocksalot

-- Corporate Spy (Yellow)

-- Ultimate Deceiver (Yellow)

-- Friendly Appearance (Yellow)

-- Aura Farmer (Yellow)

'When I said I wanted someone to ease the atmosphere with a joke, I wasn't expecting this. He introduced himself under a fake name and is actively using multiple talents to manipulate the situation. He's deceiving me right now, in my office.'

Collin was impressed in the wrong way. One thing was clear: he would not hire this man. He was far too dangerous.

"Alright, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Loyalty. I'll call you later if you get the job."

"I'd be happy if you hired me. My wife is pregnant, and I really need this job to support her and our child, sir."

"Alright, you can leave now."

Goodguy Loyalty, no, Tried Cocksalot, left the room. Collin called in the next candidate. The stark contrast of the names was quite a joke.

This time, a woman in her forties entered. Collin reviewed her resume and saw that she had worked as a secretary in a paper company for fifteen years.

"First, Mrs. Lucia Sarah, why did you leave your last company?"

"I didn't leave; the company went bankrupt."

"Then what talents do you have related to secretarial work?"

"My talent? I can remind you about your schedule every day, manage your paperwork, prevent unwanted visitors, and ensure your day runs smoothly without interruptions."

"...You're hired."

"If someone you dislike comes, I can talk to them instead, wait, what?"

Lucia was surprised. She hadn't expected to be hired immediately.

"Your expected salary is $35,000 per year. No problem, you're hired."

"T-Thank you, Mister..."

"Just call me Collin, Collin East."

"Thank you, Collin."

"I should be the one thanking you."

Collin grinned as he shook hands with the middle-aged woman. He hired her because her talents were exactly what he was looking for.

-- Lucia Sarah

-- Multitasker (Yellow)

-- Jack of All Trades (Yellow)

-- Strong Memory (White)

Unlike Tried Cocksalot, Collin felt no danger from her, only reliability and quiet competence.

"For your first task, please tell the candidates waiting outside that the secretary has been hired and they can leave."

"Alright."

She stepped outside and calmly informed the waiting candidates.

 

[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 129

"This is the United States..."

Chantal and Isabella stared at the streets of California with wide eyes, struggling to process the overwhelming atmosphere around them. They had expected something extraordinary, futuristic skyscrapers, neon billboards, maybe even flying cars or robots. Instead, what they saw was simpler, yet refreshing. Their first impression of California wasn't bad at all, especially with the blue sky looking so much clearer than back home.

"At least it looks cleaner than rat-infested Paris," Isabella muttered, her lips curling slightly as she recalled the unpleasant nights of walking past overflowing trash bins in Paris's narrow streets.

The two spoke in French, it was easier to express their excitement and worries that way without strangers overhearing.

"Collin said someone's waiting for us."

"Yeah. Let's look around first before we panic like lost tourists."

Soon, they noticed a white woman in her forties holding a cardboard sign that read: Collin East's secretary. Miss Chantal, I'm your contact.

Isabella immediately approached her, firing off questions one after another in a sharp, suspicious tone as her eyes scanned the woman for any sign of deceit. After confirming that the woman was neither a kidnapper nor a scammer, Isabella gave Chantal, who stood a few steps behind with her hand gripping her luggage handle, a reassuring nod.

"I'm Lucia Sarah, Collin's secretary," the woman introduced herself. "If you have questions, feel free to ask. For now, let's head to the ANT building. Collin is waiting for you. He can't meet you personally just yet since he has a meeting today. Also, have you eaten?"

"Yes, we ate on the airplane. The meal was filling."

Collin had given them money for business class tickets, so the two young women had enjoyed complimentary non alcoholic wine, dessert, and comfortable seats. They weren't hungry at all.

"I know you're still skeptical about me," Lucia continued, "so how about we take a taxi instead?"

"I'm fine with that."

"Me too."

They pulled their luggage along as Lucia hailed a taxi. After some effort fitting everything into the trunk, they set off. The ANT building was well known in Los Angeles, so the driver didn't need directions. He even nodded knowingly, mentioning how often famous people visited.

When they arrived, Chantal and Isabella were stunned. Los Angeles seemed full of beautiful and handsome people, so much so that it felt unreal, like stepping into a fashion magazine where everyone looked styled for the spotlight. Especially in Hollywood, it seemed as if anyone on the street could be an actor or a model.

"Let's go inside. No need to be nervous," Lucia said with a soft chuckle, recognizing the awe in their eyes.

If anyone was nervous, it was Chantal. Her palms were damp with sweat, her heart pounding as doubts whispered inside her. Would this choice change her future for better or worse?

At the reception, Lucia introduced them. The receptionist confirmed the meeting with a professional smile. Collin East's reputation within the company had risen lately, especially after saving Jolyne Robs from an abduction attempt, a story that had spread like wildfire across the office. Combined with his streak of successful clients, Collin's status was stronger than ever. Some colleagues even whispered about the agency possibly offering him shares as a partner.

"C-Chantal, look, it's Tommy Yatch!"

Isabella gasped, pointing at the actor emerging from the elevator in a sleek black suit that probably cost more than her entire wardrobe. She nearly rushed forward for an autograph, but froze when she noticed the stares of disdain around her.

This was the ANT building, where seeing celebrities was routine. Employees treated it as ordinary, and disturbing a star was seen as disruptive. Security had already begun moving toward Isabella when she raised her voice.

Tommy Yatch, in particular, was infamous for his temper with fans. Tabloids loved writing about his fiery outbursts whenever someone approached him without warning.

Realizing her mistake, Isabella blushed furiously and clutched Chantal's arm. Chantal, equally starstruck, had simply frozen in place. Both women looked down in shame, wishing they could disappear.

Tommy Yatch glanced their way, his eyes filled with disdain as though brushing off an annoying fly. Surrounded by bodyguards, he left the building, leaving the two women even more embarrassed.

They silently promised themselves never to make a scene again.

"Come on, let's head to the elevator," Lucia said gently. "Don't worry, Tommy Yatch is just like that. Not all celebrities have bad attitudes. Still, I recommend staying calm here. Security won't hesitate to escort you out if you cause a ruckus."

"We'll keep that in mind," Chantal muttered, her cheeks still flushed.

Lucia led them to the floor where Collin's office was located. By now, the two were convinced Collin hadn't lied, he really was a talent agent.

As they neared the office, someone exited, and his presence immediately drew every eye. Blonde hair, brown eyes, and features so delicate they could be mistaken for a woman's. His angelic face radiated charm.

"Good morning, Mr. Terrence," Lucia greeted politely.

"Oh, hi Lucia," Lawrence replied with his signature smile, the kind that melted hearts in an instant.

"And these two are…?"

He glanced at Chantal and Isabella, who stood frozen, jaws dropped as though they'd just seen a miracle.

"This is Chantal and Isabella," Lucia explained. "Chantal is Collin's new client, and Isabella is her friend."

"Ah, so you're Collin's new client. That means he saw something in you. You're lucky to have him."

"I-I-It's nice to meet you, L-Lawrence," Chantal stammered, her face burning red. Isabella couldn't even manage words, only a weak nod.

"Nice to meet you too. Well then, I'll excuse myself. I have something to attend to."

Lawrence knew this wouldn't be the last time he saw them. After all, Collin had signed one of them. He waved before stepping into the elevator, leaving behind a faint trace of expensive cologne.

"Guys, stop drooling. I'll have to call the janitor if you make a mess," Lucia teased, smirking as the two quickly regained their composure.

"I-I'm sorry…" Chantal whispered.

Today had been overwhelming for both women. Meeting two superstars in a single day felt like something out of a celebrity magazine.

"Sir, Miss Chantal and Miss Isabella have arrived," Lucia announced after knocking on Collin's door.

"Let them in. Thank you, Lucia. I'll take care of them," Collin replied.

Lucia excused herself with a small bow and returned to her cubicle near the elevator. There, she worked among other assistants and secretaries in a constant hum of phone calls, typing, and shuffled paperwork. For her to have a better workspace, Collin would need to move up a floor, an upgrade that required more deals, more talents, and greater influence in the company.

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[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 130

"So it's true that you're Lawrence Terrence's talent agent." Isabella was amazed and slightly overwhelmed by the thought that they were actually meeting someone so influential in the entertainment industry. She hadn't expected that the agent they met in Paris was the real deal, someone with genuine clout and connections that could make or break careers.

"You're still skeptical of me? I'm disappointed."

"I mean, I can't help it. I'm worried about my friend and her safety in a completely foreign country, far from home. I don't want her to get into something dangerous or be taken advantage of by anyone with ill intentions. Why do you think I came with her to this country? She knows no one in the United States. She has no one to talk to or rely on in emergencies. Besides, it just feels too much like a fairytale to believe that everything will work out perfectly."

Isabella couldn't say that Collin was too handsome, or that his presence made her heart skip a beat. To her, the man seemed straight out of a fairytale, like a prince charming who had stepped right out of the pages of a storybook. That was why she thought of it as a fairytale. Such perfection and success could hardly exist in real life. And usually, fairytales had dark origins or twists that shattered the illusion of happiness.

"I guess that's understandable." Collin found her reasoning valid and nodded slightly, acknowledging the caution in her voice.

"What about you, Chantal? Do you think I'm a fraud?"

"No. But I didn't expect you to be this successful..." Chantal admitted while looking around. Collin's office was small, but the pictures hanging on the wall reflected years of success and numerous milestones.

He had photos from The Accidental Wedding Crashers, posing with the cast and production crew at premieres and behind-the-scenes moments. He was the producer of that film, after all.

There were posters of every movie his clients had worked on, meticulously framed and displayed on the walls to showcase their triumphs. There were also photos of him standing next to each of his clients, a testament to the people he had guided and the talent he had nurtured. And in 1998, professional photo editing wasn't as common as it would later become, so Collin's pictures were almost certainly real.

Chantal had already been convinced when she met Axel the first time, but meeting Lawrence today solidified her decision and left her with awe at how far she could potentially go.

She didn't regret signing the deal or trusting Collin with her career ambitions. She wanted to be a star, and nothing else mattered at that moment.

Collin was satisfied with Chantal's reaction and felt a small sense of pride at her enthusiasm. Honestly, he didn't care much about Isabella's suspicions. To him, she was just additional baggage, albeit well-meaning baggage. As a talent agent, Collin knew his priorities, and he always focused on the clients who truly mattered.

Still, he was glad Isabella had accompanied Chantal to the United States. Her presence provided comfort and support, so Chantal wouldn't feel lonely or overwhelmed by the challenges of moving to a foreign country. She at least had someone to lean on if things went wrong.

"I know you guys are tired and need to rest. Come with me, I'll take you to your apartment."

"Apartment?"

"That's right. What, did you think you'd be living on the streets or in some cheap, uncomfortable place?"

"I mean, we thought we'd have to live in a boarding house with other people," Chantal admitted, feeling a mix of relief and surprise at the thought of having privacy.

"Nah, I need you to live in a comfortable place with proper amenities and space. I want you to stay healthy, mentally and physically, so you can focus on your career and well-being. If you need help, don't be afraid to call me at any time, day or night."

He led them out of the building at a casual pace. Now that Collin was finished with his meeting with Lawrence, he was free to leave early without getting caught up in unnecessary questions or office politics. Staying at the office was boring and repetitive anyway. His clients were the busy ones, not him.

He had already secured projects, arranged schedules to avoid conflicts, and wasn't actively seeking commercials, endorsements, or sponsorships at the moment, he had closed several deals for them just a few weeks ago.

He had free time to drive around, clear his mind, and maybe even enjoy the Los Angeles cityscape. And if management asked why he left early, he could easily say he was assisting his new client with settling in.

He drove the two women to an apartment complex a bit far from the agency. It was the least expensive option in a safe neighborhood of Los Angeles, where walking outside at night felt secure and the surroundings were clean and comfortable.

Isabella and Chantal were impressed when they saw the place where they'd be living and immediately felt relieved to have their own space.

"How much is the rent here?"

"I already paid half a year's rent in advance to secure the apartment and avoid any issues."

"How much?"

"I paid $4,200 for six months, including utilities and basic maintenance fees."

"That's a lot... That's 24,000 francs when converted," Isabella muttered, shocked at how generously Collin was spending money on them.

"You already paid for our tickets and my documents, and now this..." Chantal was speechless. Gratitude mixed with guilt and anxiety, was she really worth the investment? Could she truly live up to Collin's expectations and make all of this worthwhile? Suddenly, she felt the pressure to perform well and prove herself.

"This is my investment in your talent, your career, and your future. Within six months, we'll work hard to build a successful career for you. As for the money I spent on you, I trust you'll repay me once you're famous, right?"

'Please say yes,' Collin thought.

"I will! I promise I'll pay you double, no, triple! I'll work as hard as possible and exceed your expectations," Chantal said with determination. She couldn't just dismiss his generosity, she truly appreciated the investment he was making in her future.

"Really? Well, since you said so, I'll send you the receipt for every penny I invest in you. Once you get your first paycheck, everything will be documented. After that, make sure to keep your promise and don't let me down."

"Yes." Her accent grew more noticeable as she spoke passionately.

"Also, here's money for this month to help you settle in and handle initial expenses. Be sure to budget wisely. I recommend cooking instead of ordering food, it's cheaper and healthier. Oh, before I forget, my first plan for a blind audition on The Singing Voice won't work. The roster is already full for this season, and no additional slots are available."

Chantal's face fell with disappointment. She felt a pang of worry that her first breakthrough might be delayed.

"Don't worry, it's not the end of the world. I have a second plan that's just as promising, maybe even better. I'll look for record labels interested in signing you and launching your music career. I already have a solid list and even contacted a few to begin discussions. For now, rest for two days, recover from your trip, and get ready for what's next. Always look neat and professional, and don't stay up late."

"Thank you, Collin," Chantal said sincerely, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"Thank you," Isabella added with a soft smile, relieved they would be cared for.

Collin excused himself with a confident stride. Instead of returning to the office, he went straight to his apartment.

What he didn't mention was the conversation he had with Jennifer. Behind the scenes, there were complications with The Singing Voice. As the show's host, Jennifer didn't recommend Chantal auditioning, for strategic reasons that could impact her career.

Their conversation went like this:

"Collin, I'm legally not allowed to say anything negative about The Singing Voice, but I must advise caution. I don't recommend her auditioning. Do you know who the grand winner was last year?"

"His name was Renee Denver, right?"

"That's right. Have you heard a song from him in the past few months? Or seen any promotion of his work?"

"No."

"Exactly. The record label he signed with after winning didn't promote his album properly. It hindered his career. The label that partnered with The Singing Voice sabotaged him."

 

[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 131


After talking to Jennifer, Collin further understood the importance of having a trusted record label that genuinely supported Chantal and would not sabotage her for their own interests.

He knew that talent alone was not enough to succeed in the entertainment industry. Luck, timing, and connections played equally critical roles. Lawrence had attended auditions and been rejected even though he was talented and capable of delivering outstanding performances. Talent was just one factor to consider, not a guaranteed ticket to success.

In Chantal's case, she had the voice and appearance to attract attention from producers and record labels.

Collin crossed out the idea of auditioning her for The Singing Voice. He had confirmed from Jennifer that the show was not enough to make someone a successful singer and that relying solely on competition wins was risky.

'At least the winner received $1 million, so it wasn't a total loss. I wonder what happened for him to get sabotaged. However, what we're looking for is not a quick way of earning but a steady revenue and a sustainable, long-term career. If Chantal has a successful career as a music artist, then it's better,' Collin thought as he made mental notes of his next steps for her career.

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The next day, Collin didn't visit the two young women because he had pressing business matters to attend to. He let Chantal and Isabella get used to Los Angeles and familiarize themselves with the surroundings, stores, and transportation.

Collin visited the studio where Frightening Movie was being filmed to check on the progress and oversee any issues. The project was expected to wrap up this month, so timing was critical for the production schedule.

When he reached the studio, Collin was surprised to meet Vanessa Yajiro. The two had very different beliefs regarding professionalism.

"How are you, Collin? I heard you signed another person? Are you looking for an actress now that Jennifer chose the hosting career?" Vanessa greeted him with a mischievous gaze. Her eyes carried a hint of lust that made Collin slightly uncomfortable.

"Perhaps." Collin didn't answer directly because he wasn't sure if Vanessa was someone he could truly trust.

Their transaction last year had been a win-win situation for both sides. Jennifer became the host of The Singing Voice while Vanessa's new actor landed a role in Frightening Movie, which boosted his career.

This was also the reason Vanessa was at the studio, to personally observe her client's performance. She wanted to know how he was doing and ensure that his career trajectory continued to rise.

"Do you think this movie will be successful? I want my client to have a great debut role. If this movie succeeds, he'll gain attention from studios and potentially secure bigger roles."

"I trust Wyatt. He's good at directing comedy films and has proven himself."

"Considering his last two comedy films were box office hits, I can trust your opinion."

Vanessa nodded with a calculated smile. This was also why she had agreed to form a contract with Collin. She believed Wyatt's talent in directing comedy films was solid.

"Well then, I'll take my leave. By the way, Collin, I heard you're out of the office almost every day, and some executives are starting to notice."

"It's for on-site visits to ensure the clients are properly managed."

"I know. Everyone uses that excuse, but yours is getting out of hand and could attract unwanted scrutiny. I recommend you lie low for a while and be more discreet in your movements. Some of the executives are looking for an excuse to kick you out and take your clients. As much as you'd like to avoid corporate politics, you'll get caught in it whether you like it or not. The industry is full of schemers. That's just how it works."

"... Thank you for reminding me. I'll be careful about my actions and keep that in mind."

Collin knew that his rising status in the company inevitably sparked jealousy among his peers.

"See you later."

Vanessa bid farewell and walked away gracefully, leaving Collin to his thoughts.

Collin remained near the set, observing the actors and crew. He decided to approach Wyatt during lunch break to discuss potential issues. The director and agent talked about the usual matters. Collin mostly asked about Wyatt's situation and whether he needed help with production or negotiations, so Collin could fix problems quickly before they escalated.

Afterward, Collin found Zara Lauren interacting with the cast and keeping the energy light and professional. This young model seemed to be doing well, considering her limited acting experience. Collin heard from Wyatt that Zara's performance was decent and showed potential for growth. If she continued to pursue acting with dedication and guidance, she just had to keep the momentum and build her reputation gradually. Perhaps she could try auditioning for movies after her role in Frightening Movie.

Of course, her agent would have to prepare and guide her carefully to avoid mistakes that could harm her career. As long as she had a capable and committed agent, Zara could survive in the industry and possibly even thrive.

Zara noticed Collin and waved nervously, smiling as she approached him. His commanding presence made her uneasy.

"Hey, Collin. You're here for Wyatt?"

"Yeah, just to see how he's doing."

"Collin, I don't know exactly what happened years ago, but I want to say sorry. I heard that..." Zara trailed off awkwardly. She wasn't close to Collin or his late friend and had only limited interactions with them.

"Thank you, Zara. You're quite late in hearing the news, but I appreciate it."

"I heard that next month is his..."

"Yes, I'll visit his grave next month to pay my respects. You don't have to be concerned... At the end of the day, life is not easy."

The conversation turned awkward after that, neither of them knowing how to continue.

"So how are you and Lawrence?"

"We're doing fine overall, although some moments are challenging... But I feel like Lawrence is losing interest in me. Collin, do you think Lawrence is cheating on me?"

"You're really asking his agent about that? And expect me to give you a straight answer? What do you think my answer will be?"

"I don't know. I was hoping for guidance, even if indirect." Zara forced a smile, trying to hide her nervousness and insecurity. She needed Lawrence to maintain her position in Hollywood since her career depended heavily on him. She was still an outsider with little influence of her own.

"You should know that I'll always prioritize my client over any stranger, no matter the circumstances."

"I see..."

Even if Lawrence was cheating behind closed doors, Collin would never snitch or betray his client's trust. He would be the last person to do so.

"Zara, I'm reminding you to know your position and understand the hierarchy and rules of this industry. Your career as an actress depends on us. Don't start an issue that could backfire on you." His gaze turned cold.

"O-Of course. Why would you think I'd do that?" She was startled by his sharp tone and piercing gaze.

"Haha, I'm just joking, but it's important you take this seriously. I know you won't do that." He laughed out loud to lighten the mood and show that he wasn't hostile.

"I have a new client who came from Paris with promising talent and potential. Do you mind helping her and her friend explore Los Angeles and get accustomed to the city?"

"... I'll try."

Zara Lauren was a Frenchwoman, just like Chantal and Isabella.

Collin, however, was uncomfortable when Zara used his deceased friend as a way to gain sympathy. To him, it felt manipulative and opportunistic. When he said he appreciated her concern, he was lying inside.

Because of that, he couldn't help but lash out slightly, frustrated by emotions he usually kept buried. As for Zara and Lawrence's fragile relationship, Collin knew it wouldn't last long. To him, it was acceptable to treat her like the stranger she really was.

 

[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 132


After two days, Collin found a recording booth in a reputable studio in the heart of Los Angeles, its walls lined with platinum records and old photos of legendary artists. Chantal was present to sing a few songs. Collin planned to make copies of the recordings and send them to record labels as carefully prepared demos, ensuring each one was labeled and ready to impress. If the record labels found Chantal's voice remarkable, they would contact him.

"What do you think? She has a nice voice, right?"

Collin asked the music producer who was handling the recording. Both men watched from the control room through the pristine glass that separated them from the vocal booth.

The control room, with its glass window, allowed them to see the padded vocal booth where singers performed. It was also where the music producer adjusted the sound, effects, and mixing of the music.

The producer gently bobbed his head in rhythm, his foot tapping discreetly against the floor while Chantal sang in the booth.

As for Isabella, she sat quietly in the corner of the control room, her hands clasped on her knees, eyes darting curiously. Collin had advised her to behave and remain silent since one wrong word could ruin the professional atmosphere.

The studio Collin rented belonged to a major record label known for scouting hidden gems and turning them into household names. The music producer he was speaking to was one of the shareholders of the label, a man with both power and influence.

Collin used this chance to promote Chantal with every ounce of persuasion, determined to ensure her talent was noticed.

"She's amazing. I think she'll be a famous singer," the producer agreed.

The record label, Velvet Harmony, was a major force in the industry with more than 100 artists across various genres, rock, pop, ballads, and even experimental music. Out of these, seven were household names: two rock bands, three female singers, and four male singers who dominated the radio.

It was no surprise that Collin was interested in Velvet Harmony. Partnering with them meant access to powerful marketing, prime venues, and wide distribution networks. Having seven successful artists was a clear sign of their strength. But Collin also noticed the other side, over 100 artists who had failed to find success. Not every voice, no matter how beautiful, could survive the brutal industry.

When Chantal finished, she stepped out of the booth, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling with nervous excitement. She shyly smiled at Collin and the producer.

"Collin, right? How about we talk about this seriously?" Milo Finn suggested with a grin, clearly implying he already had a plan.

Collin asked Chantal and Isabella to step outside, allowing the discussion to turn toward negotiations.

Once they were alone, Milo spoke with a tone that was both flattering and calculating.

"Chantal has potential. Her voice is so soothing that I feel like I'm floating."

"That's right. But that's not all she can do. She can sing rock and pop too. Her voice adapts to different genres, and that versatility is one of her biggest strengths. You should hear her sing other songs, they're electrifying," Collin added.

"You're right. From what I see, you're interested in signing her with our label. I support your choice. I'd be happy to work with someone as talented as Chantal. Voices like hers are rare. She might even surpass some of our top names."

"I'm happy to hear that."

"We'll pay your client $1 million and handle her first five albums. Of course, we'll own the rights to all songs in those albums. We can negotiate royalties, but we'll also take a share of her concert tours and merchandise."

Collin studied his words carefully. The deal sounded lucrative but was also restrictive. This was only the first round of negotiations, so he expected to push back and bend the terms in Chantal's favor.

The so-called $1 million wasn't really payment, it was an advance the label would recoup from album sales and royalties. Until they earned that money back, Chantal wouldn't see a cent. In reality, it was a loan disguised as an offer.

"That's a great offer, Mr. Finn. But I want assurance. I want it written in the contract that your label will promote her albums seriously."

"I like that we're talking business. I know you're worried about her not getting proper support. I have a way to fix that problem."

Milo leaned closer, eyes narrowing as though he was about to reveal a secret.

Collin leaned in.

"You see, the owner of Velvet Harmony is interested in young girls. It's a shame Chantal is already 19, but we can work around that by involving her friend Isabella. If Chantal and Isabella spend a week with him on his private island, I can guarantee Chantal's career is set. Velvet Harmony will make sure she becomes a star. I rarely extend this kind of arrangement, but Chantal is too talented to let go. So, are you in?"

Collin sat upright, his jaw tightening in suppressed anger, eyes cold as steel. Disgust roiled in his stomach. Agents were expected to be shameless and money-driven, but there were limits, and this crossed them.

Without shaking Milo's hand or wasting another second, Collin stood.

"I have to apologize, Mr. Finn, but I'll have to decline your offer."

"It's such a shame, Collin."

He left the building with a stiff expression, fury simmering beneath the surface. Chantal and Isabella looked at him with hopeful eyes, waiting for news.

When they reached the car, Isabella was the first to ask.

"How was it? Did they agree to sign Chantal?"

Collin gave them his most handsome smile, the same mask he always wore when hiding his emotions.

"They're interested in signing Chantal, but I'm looking for more offers. We can't put all of our eggs in one basket."

He didn't want to tell Chantal that the label's interest came with a filthy price. Crushing her confidence or exposing her to that darkness so early in her career could be devastating. Instead, he left it at that Velvet Harmony was interested, but he wanted a better deal.

The car rolled down the street as Collin gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white, silently vowing never to let anyone harm his clients.

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[Author's Note: I feel like I'm painting the industry badly, but I can't say it's pure either. Being famous usually comes with a price and consequences. I'm not just talking about casting couch situations, people only see the glamour but not the darkness behind it. Since chapter one, I've wanted to show the ugly side of the industry too. Please don't forget the Epstein files and Diddy's parties, people need to be reminded. Thank you again for your support, you can read more on my Patreon.]

 

[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 133


Collin stared at the recording device on his table, a frown deepening as he contemplated the implications of what he had captured. Yes, Collin had recorded his negotiation with Milo Finn. However, he knew this recording was a hot potato that could easily backfire if used carelessly. The conversation alone wasn't enough to convict Milo or create serious legal trouble, its contents were too weak to serve as reliable evidence against someone with money and influence.

As for Milo's boss, whom he claimed was interested in young girls, Collin had to plan carefully. Acting recklessly could ruin everything.

For now, the recording would remain hidden in his room, untouched until the right moment arrived. It was more of a mental reminder of the industry's ugly truths. Collin had learned from other agents that holding weapons for leverage in negotiations or power plays was a common tactic.

Blackmailing Velvet Harmony with this tape was not feasible. The evidence wasn't strong enough, and rumors about the label's boss suggested a dangerous, untouchable man. Collin wasn't about to put himself or his family at risk.

'I'm not starting a fire,' he thought, 'but if someone else does, the tape might help a little. Unfortunately, I don't have solid evidence, and I won't endanger myself or my family.'

Despite his anger at the corrupt and powerful, Collin prioritized the safety of his loved ones over personal vengeance. Jeff Stain, the boss of Velvet Harmony, was rumored to be a rich financier with ties to influential figures in politics and entertainment. He was allegedly untouchable, a friend of the U.S. president, and his power shielded him from accountability.

'I heard this guy is close to Papa Daddy, the rapper who allegedly had connections to Two-Pack and Big-Small's deaths,' Collin thought, simmering with rage at the injustices of wealth and influence.

After a few minutes, he forced himself to exhale and focus on what he could actually control. He hid the recording tape in his locked cabinet where no one would think to look.

Later, Collin found his mom and sister talking quietly. His heart warmed at the simple comfort of family normalcy. He reminded himself to focus on what he could accomplish without endangering his loved ones. The world was cruel, yes, but if a future existed where these people faced justice, he would do his best to see it happen. For now, he had to gather strength and information before taking any risky actions.

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That day, a record label unexpectedly called Collin. They wanted to meet the singer from the music tape he had sent, hoping to see her potential firsthand rather than relying solely on the recording. This was the fourth label he had approached, carefully selecting only the most reputable ones. Collin was still looking for the best option to ensure Chantal's safest and most effective path to fame.

However, when the label's decision-makers met Chantal, their excitement waned almost instantly. Even Isabella and Collin noticed the subtle change in their expressions.

The executives requested to speak to Collin alone, asking Chantal and Isabella to leave.

"Yeah, about that, Collin… we don't think we're interested in your client," one executive said awkwardly, his gaze shifting nervously between his colleagues.

"Is there a reason? She has a nice voice, and I know you were impressed by it."

"You're right, but seeing her in person… well, she is…" The older executive hesitated, clearly unwilling to speak openly.

Collin's expression hardened as he realized the truth.

"So it's because she's black, isn't it?"

"No, of course not! Definitely not because of that, right guys?"

"Yeah."

"I don't see color."

"I'm not racist. My friend is black."

The executives fumbled for excuses, their discomfort evident.

"I'll excuse myself then. Once my client becomes successful, you'll regret this decision," Collin said sharply. Protective instincts over Chantal had flared, and his words came out before he could stop them.

One executive scoffed at his audacity, but Collin ignored them as he left. Working with a record label whose prejudice could sabotage Chantal's career was unthinkable. Now he fully understood the importance of finding a label that valued integrity and genuine promotion. He sighed, carrying the weight of the situation as he exited.

Outside, he found Isabella and Chantal talking to a stranger, a man whose casual presence carried a hint of calculated interest. He had slipped them business cards and moved quickly, avoiding attention. The two women exchanged confused, curious glances.

"What was that?" Collin asked, narrowing his eyes.

"N- nothing," they answered in unison.

"What did he give you? Let me see."

"Well… it's—"

Chantal averted her gaze, and Isabella tried to come up with an explanation. Collin's instincts screamed that this was more than a casual encounter. His tone deepened, heavy with authority.

"Chantal, give me the card."

Reluctantly, her trembling fingers handed it over. Collin read it. It was from a talent agent at AAC, Atlas Artists Collective.

"What's the meaning of this?" His veins throbbed with anger.

"The guy approached us, saying he heard Chantal's music tape. He's interested in signing her, promising fame and opportunities. He said he has ways to make her famous. We should listen to him," Isabella explained.

"Even you? You're included too?"

"Yeah, he said it would be better if I helped Chantal. He mentioned introducing us to Jeff Stain and Papa Daddy. He said two Frenchwomen with different skin colors were exotic and could impress his connections. I've never met Jeff Stain, but I know Papa Daddy, he loves hosting parties," Isabella added.

Collin closed his eyes and took a deep breath, suppressing his rage and running through all possible dangers.

"Collin, I'm sorry. It's my fault. I told Chantal we shouldn't tell you yet."

"You knew what he meant by introducing you to those people, didn't you?"

They averted their gazes, their discomfort clear.

"Answer me."

"We do have an idea, but—"

"Then why the hell did you accept the card!?"

Collin's voice echoed sharply through the studio, and both women stiffened. Even Chantal's lower lip trembled as tears threatened to fall. Staff glanced over at them, curious and concerned.

"I'm sorry…" Chantal sobbed, voice breaking as tears slid down her cheeks.

Realizing he had let anger take control in public, Collin decided it was best to leave before things escalated further.

"Let's go to the car first. We're making a scene," he said urgently, glancing back at them.

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[Author's Note: We received a disconnection notice on our electricity today, so I decided to offer a 50% discount on Patreon to earn some money enough to pay the bill. I apologize, life is tough for us lately. The first 10 subscribers will get 50% off for the first month or first year.]

 

[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 134


Isabella and Chantal followed Collin meekly, their steps slower than usual, as if they carried an invisible weight. They knew they had made a mistake and felt guilty, so guilty that they didn't dare look him in the eye, afraid of what they might see in his expression.

They had never intended to sign a deal with the talent agent from AAC. They only wanted to gather information, test the waters, and see how others valued Chantal's talent. That was why Isabella had told Chantal to stay quiet, thinking it was harmless curiosity rather than a betrayal.

They had been in America for a month, and Collin had made sure they lived comfortably with decent meals, safe lodging, and a steady routine that eased the transition. They appreciated it deeply because they knew how tirelessly he worked behind the scenes, chasing contacts, arranging meetings, and sacrificing sleep. Yet Isabella had thought they could secure better deals by consulting another agent. The fleeting, horrifying thought of selling herself crossed her mind, but she quickly dismissed it, it would be a last resort only if all other paths truly closed.

Still, she hadn't expected Collin to react with such raw anger and intensity. She clenched her fists on her lap, her throat burning, forcing herself to hold back tears. Chantal, however, weakly sobbed, repeating her apologies in a trembling whisper.

When they reached the car, the two women kept their eyes down, ashamed like children caught stealing. They knew they had done wrong, and words alone might not be enough to make amends.

Collin started the car and drove slowly, using the motion to calm himself. In the rearview mirror, he saw them struggling to maintain composure. He sighed, a long, weary exhale carrying frustration but also compassion. They were still young, but old enough to understand that careless mistakes could destroy them if they weren't careful.

"You guys are still young, so you probably don't understand," he said, and the women sniffled, pausing their sobs, listening intently to the weight behind his tone.

"I had a friend. He was scouted by our agent before me, and he had more experience, but we were the same age. We were both 19."

Looking ahead at the road, Collin decided to share a story he had never told openly before, a wound he had kept buried.

"Our agent helped us get modeling jobs. I thought…" Collin shook his head weakly, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. The women waited, sensing the pain behind his voice.

"One day, we got the same offer. All we had to do was have sex with an old rich woman, and we'd be successful. It wasn't even a man, it was just an old hag. I didn't accept the deal, but my friend did."

"Since then, his career took off. He became a magazine cover model and the ambassador of a clothing brand. I was honestly happy for him… Eight months later, he jumped off a building. He was only 20 years old."

"…"

The two women were speechless, their throats tightening as they processed the cruelty of what they had just heard. Collin's expression remained cold, but they could hear the wavering in his voice.

"He couldn't endure the shame and guilt. He was a good guy, no, a great guy. He helped me navigate the modeling industry. And then he was gone."

"Collin, I'm sorry… I'm so sorry," Isabella sobbed loudly, covering her face with her hands. She had been wrong. It wasn't a simple transaction, it was selling yourself to the devil, a contract with no undo button.

"I know you have doubts about me, but I will make sure Chantal becomes a star. I have four clients, and they are all successful. I have no reason to fail," Collin said steadily, his chin lifted with quiet determination. For the first time, he took pride in his title as the hidden ace of ANT.

When they reached the apartment, Chantal and Isabella apologized once more. Their words were soft but genuine, heavy with remorse. Collin smiled slightly and bid them farewell, but the shadow of lingering depression in his eyes didn't go unnoticed.

From that day on, the two women behaved responsibly, following Collin's rules and learning from their mistake. They realized his strictness came from painful experience.

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Another month later, October 1998.

Bride Runaway had grossed $318 million worldwide, an astounding achievement that cemented its place as one of the year's top hits. Lawrence and Jolyne further proved themselves to the industry; their box office appeal was undeniable, and Hollywood had no choice but to take them seriously. Producer Jeremiah redeemed himself with the film's success, his reputation gradually recovering after the kidnapping incident.

During this month, Lawrence attended rehearsals and script readings for The Boss Proposal, immersing himself in the role with professionalism.

Ellie Bridget had auditioned for the movie but didn't meet the director's criteria. The role required a Latina actress for an immigrant Boss. Ellie had hoped to revive her declining career by acting alongside Lawrence. Lately, her fame had been fading, and opportunities were scarce.

Even Madison Morgan, Collin's ex-client, auditioned, but her youthful appearance disqualified her in the second round. Frustrated yet determined, she resolved to work harder.

Face: Swap had finished its North American screening, grossing $172 million, a respectable sum. Its international performance was slowing at $244 million, bringing the worldwide total to $416 million, exceeding expectations.

Touchpebbles Pictures was pleased. Their previous grudge against Axel Gunner was gone, and they even expressed interest in working with him again, showing how profit often outweighed pride in Hollywood. Collin wasn't sure if they were serious, as the industry was full of empty promises. But once The Frightening Movie released and became a box office hit, Axel's status would rebound, possibly higher than before.

Wyatt and Jennifer were also extremely busy. Wyatt spent late nights in post-production perfecting the film, while Jennifer tirelessly hosted The Singing Voice, smiling through exhaustion. Ratings remained high, and families continued to watch the show together, sharing laughter. Jennifer took pride in knowing her efforts brought joy to viewers.

Meanwhile, Collin searched tirelessly for a record label for Chantal, leveraging every contact and resource available. Almost every label was interested, captivated by her unique voice and presence. Her talent and charisma met and exceeded their criteria.

However, Collin remained unsatisfied. His instincts told him some labels had hidden agendas. Even major companies often masked darker intentions. One producer even had a talent for "Career Sabotager," a sinister skill that could destroy a client's future.

Collin knew he had to say no despite tempting upfront offers. He wasn't seeking short-term profit. His goal was to ensure Chantal thrived, building a career on solid ground, free from exploitation.