I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 555

Horace ignored him, and the manager was left feeling awkward.

Just then, the doorbell rang. The manager, assuming it was a partner for one of the music shows, opened the door to find Wayne Taylor from MAC Media. MAC Media was a rising entertainment company that had emerged in the last two years. They’d launched a band that blew up, touring almost immediately, and several of their actors had shot to stardom, with scripts pouring in.

It might not sound like a lot, but one profitable artist could support an entire company, let alone several. And it was still a new company. The manager’s eyes lit up, and he immediately greeted him warmly. “Quick, please, come in.”

Wayne followed him inside. The manager quickly gestured for Horace to stand up and greet their guest. Horace rose. “Mr. Taylor.”

The manager, annoyed by Horace’s lack of social graces, hurriedly poured tea and said fawningly, “Mr. Taylor, what an honor. To what do we owe the pleasure?”

Wayne replied, “Nothing in particular. I was just passing by and heard that the singer who’s been gaining some buzz lately lives here. I was curious to meet him.”

“Yes, that’s my artist! He’s definitely been getting some attention. Mr. Jason Lee was just here a moment ago. What a coincidence to run into you now. It must be fate.” The manager’s smile widened. Just as he was about to introduce himself and offer to handle negotiations, Wayne said, “I’d like to speak with Mr. Spencer alone.”

The manager’s smile froze on his face. “Oh, uh, of course. Well, then, I’ll be on my way. You and Horace have a good talk.”

He grabbed his coat, gave Horace a slight push on the shoulder, and whispered a reminder to seize the opportunity. Breaking into the acting world wouldn’t be bad either; versatility was key these days, he didn’t have to stick just to singing.

Horace nodded.

The manager left with a brilliant smile, and the door clicked shut.

Wayne, who had been stern and imposing, suddenly broke into an obsequious grin. “Mr. Spencer, why are you living in a place like this? It seems a bit small.”

Horace looked down at the file on his device.

Wayne noticed several reports on the table detailing data and production plans for various music programs and looked puzzled.

“Are you planning to go on these boring shows again? Last time was for Ms. Jones. Is this time for her as well?”

“I really don’t get it. From the day you returned to the country, we were no longer in a position where Steven could just push us around. Yet you’ve been playing the victim, acting like some defenseless rookie, intentionally letting him give you a hard time. You even let him stir up a storm and ruin your reputation. Why? Does Ms. Jones have a soft spot for the tragic hero type?”

“It’s not about him being unable to push me around,” Horace said, slowly lifting his gaze. The usually gentle smile on his handsome face was now sharp and fierce. “I’m going to win. I’m going to take back everything that belongs to me.”