Scott could no longer sit still. He abruptly stood up, his expression darkening as he glared at me. But when I met his gaze, I subtly released a trace of Alpha's aura. The icy, domineering pressure made Scott stiffen. All traces of his earlier arrogance vanished as his face paled. He straightened up and said, "Ms. Sinclair, let me introduce myself. I'm Scott Raven. Three of the top songs on all major music charts right now are mine." Truth be told, Scott had only entered the entertainment industry a month ago. Yet in that short time, every single song he released had gone viral. He started at the very top. And that was precisely why he acted so arrogantly. But I'd seen too many talented werewolves in my time. Someone like him, who thought he was untouchable after a minor success, wasn't even worth my attention. Still, I put on an act of sudden realization and smiled. "Oh, I remember you now. What brings you here?" He pressed his lips together, clearing his throat before speaking slowly. "Ms. Sinclair, I came to propose a collaboration." I raised an eyebrow, amused. "If I recall correctly, our last collaboration fell through because you weren't satisfied with the terms." Scott scratched his head and explained, "It wasn't that I disagreed, Ms. Sinclair. Some things just require careful consideration. Actually, I'm here today because I want you to sign me." I blinked. I had wondered why he'd shown up unannounced, but this wasn't what I'd expected. "You want to join Starplay Entertainment?" He nodded. "Right now, I'm working independently—no contracts with any company. But given my current popularity, plenty of major agencies have already extended offers. Still, your company is my top choice. Sign me, and I won't just do the theme song—I'll produce an entire album for that drama." I smirked. "And you're so confident I'll sign you?" "Of course. What your drama needs right now is hype. If not for that lead actress, Starplay's flagship project wouldn't have been delayed this long, would it?" I genuinely didn't know who had given Scott such delusional confidence. A few hit songs and a sliver of fame, and he already thought he could look down on everyone?Anyone listening might think he'd won some lifetime achievement award that would sustain him forever. The entertainment industry was never short of fresh faces. Talented singer-songwriters like him were a dime a dozen. Scott was lucky—that was the only reason he'd blown up now. But once the next big thing emerged, who knew where he'd end up? "So you think you alone can save my drama?" I rested my chin on my hand, studying him. Scott clasped his hands together, leaning forward earnestly. "Ms. Sinclair, if you truly have an eye for talent, the profits I bring you will be immeasurable." I stared at him in silence. People like him had it too easy. He'd entered the industry and skyrocketed to fame overnight with a few songs. Many would kill for that kind of luck, yet it had fallen effortlessly into Scott's lap—making him underestimate the cutthroat competition lurking beneath the surface. He thought success would come with a mere snap of his fingers. With his current fame, countless agencies were vying to sign him. The only reason he'd chosen Starplay was because we were the industry's top name. His logic was sound. Too bad for him, he was dealing with me. "Well, Ms. Sinclair? You should consider it. An opportunity like this is rare," Scott declared smugly. "I turned down offers from many companies just to come to you." I couldn't help but laugh. I pressed my forehead and smiled at him. "Who do you think you are?" Scott's smirk froze. "Do you really think Starplay lacks singers like you?" I tilted my head. "With our current standing, who couldn't we sign if we wanted?" His face twisted. Leaning closer, he said through gritted teeth, "Ms. Sinclair, with my current popularity—" I cut him off. "Popularity? You think this level of fame will last forever?" "That's exactly why I need a powerhouse like Starplay behind me. You have the resources to keep me at the top." He stood abruptly. "I do have the resources to make you our top artist," I agreed, reclining in my chair. "But do you deserve it? Scott, you're overestimating yourself." His fists clenched at his sides, fury flashing across his face."Figures. A big-name company like yours wouldn't spare a glance for a small-time star like me." His attitude was almost comical. I truly didn't know where he got the audacity to act so superior. He was the one begging to join my company—not the other way around. "Maybe my 'small company' just isn't grand enough for someone of your stature. Weren't you just bragging about all those agencies fighting to sign you? Go sign with them, then," I said coolly, tapping my desk. "Scott, you're not worth it—and you certainly don't have the right to speak to me like this." "You—!" Scott glared, then let out a sharp scoff. "You'll regret this." With that, he stormed out.