Watching Aryan walk away, Griffin asked, "Want me to have someone stop him?"


    "If he wants to leave, let him. He can''t afford the penalty fees. He''lle crawling back," Elodie replied, leaning back in her swivel chair, closing her eyes for a moment of rest.


    She never imagined Aryan would bail at such a critical time. He had promised her he''d rise to the top of their industry. Yet here he was, crumbling before they even got started. Griffin asked, "What''s our next move?"


    "We''ve got other talent. Divvy up Aryan''s projects among them. If he doesn''t want this golden opportunity, plenty of others do," Elodie said, stretchingzily. "I''m feeling a bit worn out. Pass the word around- tell everyone to gear up for a do-or-die effort. If we pull this off, I''ll make sure they''re well-rewarded."


    "Got it," Griffin nodded and left the office.


    Meanwhile, in the talent lounge, several artists were slumped over the table, exhausted. When Griffin walked in, one of them asked, "Bro, can we go home now?"


    Aryan''s departure had disrupted their schedule too, but they were stuck in this lounge with nowhere to go.


    Griffin said, "Aryan''s workload will be split among you guys, and it''s top-tier stuff. You''re gonna be busier for a while. Ms. Walker said if you can push through these next two months, the rewards will be worth it."


    "What? Two more months? Are you serious?"


    "I can''t take it anymore. I need to go home and sleep."Content ? copyrighted by N?velDrama.Org.


    "Bro, I haven''t had a proper sleep in two days, and there''s a touring up. Everyone knows how intense Aryan''s workload is. If it''s dumped on us, we''re done for!"


    The room buzzed withints.


    Griffin cut in, "If anyone wants out, you can pay the penalty fees and leave Reeves International. But think it through The resources you''ve got now are what top-tier artists dream of. Whether you can make it big or not depends on if you can handle this."


    The room fell silent.


    They knew Aryan had ess to resources only top-tier artists like Reece at his peak could get. But to grab those resources, they were practically risking their lives. If they overworked themselves to death, that money wouldn''t mean a thing.


    "Bro, can we at least get four hours of rest a day? Four hours is all we need! Seriously, we''re going to copse at this rate."


    "Less pay and more work, who''d be happy with that? Aryan went nuts, and we''re headed the same way!"


    Seeing the artists still grumbling,


    Griffin said, "To wear the crown, you


    have to bear its weight. If you''re not


    up for it, then all those years of training were for nothing. Thepany invested a lot in you,


    ānd


    you know it. If you want to leave Reeves International, then you''ve got to pay up for the recent


    endorsements and training costs within a year. And let''s be real... you don''t have that kind of money right now."


    Silence filled the room.


    Griffin was spot on. The training fees alone were three million each, but the penalty fees for their recent endorsements were sky-high. They didn''t have the money to pay them off, so they had no choice but to keep working for Reeves


    International.