When the performance ended, the stadium remained enveloped in total silence. The audience was completely immersed in the beautiful imagery painted by the soft notes and delicate melodies, unable to pull themselves back to reality.
Lawrence's hired agitators, who had tried and failed to cause a scene earlier, fully defected in that moment. They transformed into docile, captivated fans.
They had scored free tickets to a major event, so they figured they might as well just sit back and enjoy the incredible performances.
Besides, they had already argued with a few fans earlier, so technically, they had done some work. They hadn't taken the money for nothing. Even if their supervisors were watching, they had a solid excuse.
Seeing the absolute lack of disruption, Zachary pulled out his phone and dialed his team leaders.
He called several of them, but every single phone was turned off.
"These absolute bastards," he cursed under his breath. He immediately fired off a mass text to the group chat:
"Start working right now. The boss is angry."
Did they really think they could just pocket the cash and do nothing? No chance.
If Mr. Lance got angry, not only would they lose the rest of their payout, but they'd also be forced to cough up the advance money they had already spent.
Zachary wasn't even sure if those idiots would receive the message.
He tilted his head slightly, stealing a glance at Lawrence.
Fortunately, Lawrence seemed completely entranced by the music, a look of pure enjoyment on his face.
After a moment of thought, Zachary decided to get up and patrol the area.
Taking someone else's money meant you were tied to them, and eating from Lawrence's hand was never easy. If Lawrence snapped out of his trance and realized nothing had been done, all hell would break loose.
But as Zachary walked the perimeter, the entire stadium was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. He was fuming.
How was he supposed to explain this to the boss? Were they all completely useless? Taking the money and doing absolutely nothing
He wanted to drag a few team leaders out and tear into them, but the venue was so quiet that any sudden noise would draw immediate attention.
"If you're not going to watch the show, then get the hell out. Stop wandering around and ruining it for the rest of us."
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