Chapter 2Hard Launch, Hard Fall: Canceling My A-List Client

The CEO issued an ultimatum: fix this PR nightmare immediately.

But Cole was dead set on his official announcement. He changed his social media passwords, turned off his phone, and completely dropped off the grid.

Under the CEO's barrage of insults, I voluntarily offered my resignation.

The chaotic office fell dead silent for a second.

Then, the CEO erupted again.

"Your artist just blew a massive hole in this company, and you're telling me you're quitting?!"

I scoffed coldly.

In my past life, when Cole's fans were organizing a witch hunt against me online, the company was the first to cut ties.

They claimed I was just a temporary contractor, forcefully fired me without severance, and even had security beat up my elderly parents when they came to the headquarters to demand justice for me.

I took off my company ID badge, my tone even.

"I managed him for seven years. For seven years, I brought him up from an unknown trainee to the top. I never caused this company an ounce of trouble. He insisted on going public this time, and my hands are tied.

"If the PR department needs my help, I'll actively cooperate. But as for Cole Mercer, from this day forward, he has absolutely nothing to do with me."

My absolute resolve shocked my colleagues.

"But you spent years cultivating him! You finally made him an A-lister, how can you just walk away?"

Everyone knew the blood, sweat, and tears I had poured into him. The irony was, the only person who didn't see it was Cole himself.

I stayed by his side for seven whole years.

For seven years, I exhausted myself pushing him step by step from obscurity to the pinnacle of fame.

He said he was afraid of the dark; I left the lights on and slept on the studio couch to keep him company.

He said he had social anxiety; I drank until I was sick at networking dinners to secure sponsorships for him.

He said he was bad with words; I wrote all his sweet, fan-pandering posts to solidify his fanbase.

When he was about to go on tour, I meticulously supervised the audio engineers to cover up his atrocious live vocals.

These were my professional duties, and I never asked for his gratitude.

But in the end, it all became the very knife he used to stab me.

The CEO snapped: "Let her go! She's just a manager. I refuse to believe the company will collapse without her."

He was right. Nobody dies just because someone else leaves.

The same went for me.

Honestly, leaving Cole Mercer meant I was going to live a much better life.