Chapter 17
Chapter 17:
Millie blinked, sensing something was amiss.
Charles rarely called her by that name in private conversations.
“Is everything fine?” she asked, hesitant to rearrange her schedule. The doctor’s appointment was important.
“There’s been an offer on your new song,” Charles said, pausing for a second. “I’d like to discuss it with you in person.”
Millie scowled, puzzled. “You usually handle that. Can’t you decide?”
It wasn’t like him to bother her with these things. As CEO, he had bigger concerns, and she had always trusted his judgment on routine matters.
“This one’s a little… different,” Charles said. Then, after a pause, he added, “Vivian Simpson wants to buy it.”
Vivian?
Millie froze.
That didn’t make sense. Vivian was a floral designer. What did she need a song for?
Before she could ask, Charles continued, “It’s quite complicated. I said no at first, but she showed up at the office. She wasn’t alone. Brandon came with her. And they both insisted on buying the rights.”
Brandon had gotten involved too.
“Do they know it’s me?” Millie asked, her voice calm but probing.
She didn’t explain, but Charles understood. Millie meant to ask if Vivian knew that “Eva” was actually her.
“No,” Charles replied right away. “I’m sure of it.”
Millie didn’t speak.
Cars rolled by on the road nearby. She stared at the sky as clouds moved lazily across it. Then, with a quiet sigh, she made her choice.
She called the hospital first and pushed her appointment to later in the day.
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Then she let Charles know she was on her way.
“Come quickly,” he said.
After ending the call, Millie turned the car around. She stopped to pick up a few things, and then drove straight to Evans Entertainment.
She parked, pulled on a hat, slipped on large dark sunglasses, and covered the rest of her face with a mask.
The elevator chimed as the doors opened.
Wearing her Dior heels, she stepped out and walked into Charles’ office.
Charles saw her first. “Eva, you’re here.”
His eyes lingered briefly on her new look, brows raised, but he said nothing. He just gestured for her to take a seat at the other end of the long table.
Across from her sat Brandon and Vivian.
The moment Millie entered, Vivian rose to her feet.
“Eva, hello, I’m Vivian. You may know me.” She smiled softly, her voice weak and her body looking fragile.
“I truly love your song,” she said. “I’m hoping you’ll agree to sell it to me.”
Millie didn’t reply. Her eyes flicked to Brandon.
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