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I don’t answer and he continues.

“Your exit from HADEX. The scandals. The rumors and the same recycled bullshit they’ve been selling for years.”

I cross my arms.

"And?"

The corner of his mouth lifts.

“Then change the conversation, asshole.”

I let out a short laugh.

“How the fuck do I do that?”

“With noise.”

I stare at him.

Anyone can create noise.

Noise gets attention.

But something you own?

That creates impact.

For years, I convinced myself staying in my lane was the smartest move.

Keep my head down.

Make music.

Run my companies.

Ignore the criticism.

Let people talk.

Except that clearly wasn’t working.

The quieter I became, the louder everyone else got.

“Junie has a plan.”

I turn toward him completely.

Because Junie isn’t just my manager. She’s one of the architects behind everything I’ve built. Half my empire exists because she saw opportunities before anyone else even noticed them.

If Junie has an idea then it won’t be small.

“What is she planning?”

Zymon smiles.

“She thinks you need something bigger than music to separate yourself from all this.”

I narrow my eyes.