Behind The Spotlight Chapter 133
Collin stared at the recording device on his table, a frown deepening as he contemplated the implications of what he had captured. Yes, Collin had recorded his negotiation with Milo Finn. However, he knew this recording was a hot potato that could easily backfire if used carelessly. The conversation alone wasn't enough to convict Milo or create serious legal trouble, its contents were too weak to serve as reliable evidence against someone with money and influence.
As for Milo's boss, whom he claimed was interested in young girls, Collin had to plan carefully. Acting recklessly could ruin everything.
For now, the recording would remain hidden in his room, untouched until the right moment arrived. It was more of a mental reminder of the industry's ugly truths. Collin had learned from other agents that holding weapons for leverage in negotiations or power plays was a common tactic.
Blackmailing Velvet Harmony with this tape was not feasible. The evidence wasn't strong enough, and rumors about the label's boss suggested a dangerous, untouchable man. Collin wasn't about to put himself or his family at risk.
'I'm not starting a fire,' he thought, 'but if someone else does, the tape might help a little. Unfortunately, I don't have solid evidence, and I won't endanger myself or my family.'
Despite his anger at the corrupt and powerful, Collin prioritized the safety of his loved ones over personal vengeance. Jeff Stain, the boss of Velvet Harmony, was rumored to be a rich financier with ties to influential figures in politics and entertainment. He was allegedly untouchable, a friend of the U.S. president, and his power shielded him from accountability.
'I heard this guy is close to Papa Daddy, the rapper who allegedly had connections to Two-Pack and Big-Small's deaths,' Collin thought, simmering with rage at the injustices of wealth and influence.
After a few minutes, he forced himself to exhale and focus on what he could actually control. He hid the recording tape in his locked cabinet where no one would think to look.
Later, Collin found his mom and sister talking quietly. His heart warmed at the simple comfort of family normalcy. He reminded himself to focus on what he could accomplish without endangering his loved ones. The world was cruel, yes, but if a future existed where these people faced justice, he would do his best to see it happen. For now, he had to gather strength and information before taking any risky actions.
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That day, a record label unexpectedly called Collin. They wanted to meet the singer from the music tape he had sent, hoping to see her potential firsthand rather than relying solely on the recording. This was the fourth label he had approached, carefully selecting only the most reputable ones. Collin was still looking for the best option to ensure Chantal's safest and most effective path to fame.
However, when the label's decision-makers met Chantal, their excitement waned almost instantly. Even Isabella and Collin noticed the subtle change in their expressions.
The executives requested to speak to Collin alone, asking Chantal and Isabella to leave.
"Yeah, about that, Collin… we don't think we're interested in your client," one executive said awkwardly, his gaze shifting nervously between his colleagues.
"Is there a reason? She has a nice voice, and I know you were impressed by it."
"You're right, but seeing her in person… well, she is…" The older executive hesitated, clearly unwilling to speak openly.
Collin's expression hardened as he realized the truth.
"So it's because she's black, isn't it?"
"No, of course not! Definitely not because of that, right guys?"
"Yeah."
"I don't see color."
"I'm not racist. My friend is black."
The executives fumbled for excuses, their discomfort evident.
"I'll excuse myself then. Once my client becomes successful, you'll regret this decision," Collin said sharply. Protective instincts over Chantal had flared, and his words came out before he could stop them.
One executive scoffed at his audacity, but Collin ignored them as he left. Working with a record label whose prejudice could sabotage Chantal's career was unthinkable. Now he fully understood the importance of finding a label that valued integrity and genuine promotion. He sighed, carrying the weight of the situation as he exited.
Outside, he found Isabella and Chantal talking to a stranger, a man whose casual presence carried a hint of calculated interest. He had slipped them business cards and moved quickly, avoiding attention. The two women exchanged confused, curious glances.
"What was that?" Collin asked, narrowing his eyes.
"N- nothing," they answered in unison.
"What did he give you? Let me see."
"Well… it's—"
Chantal averted her gaze, and Isabella tried to come up with an explanation. Collin's instincts screamed that this was more than a casual encounter. His tone deepened, heavy with authority.
"Chantal, give me the card."
Reluctantly, her trembling fingers handed it over. Collin read it. It was from a talent agent at AAC, Atlas Artists Collective.
"What's the meaning of this?" His veins throbbed with anger.
"The guy approached us, saying he heard Chantal's music tape. He's interested in signing her, promising fame and opportunities. He said he has ways to make her famous. We should listen to him," Isabella explained.
"Even you? You're included too?"
"Yeah, he said it would be better if I helped Chantal. He mentioned introducing us to Jeff Stain and Papa Daddy. He said two Frenchwomen with different skin colors were exotic and could impress his connections. I've never met Jeff Stain, but I know Papa Daddy, he loves hosting parties," Isabella added.
Collin closed his eyes and took a deep breath, suppressing his rage and running through all possible dangers.
"Collin, I'm sorry. It's my fault. I told Chantal we shouldn't tell you yet."
"You knew what he meant by introducing you to those people, didn't you?"
They averted their gazes, their discomfort clear.
"Answer me."
"We do have an idea, but—"
"Then why the hell did you accept the card!?"
Collin's voice echoed sharply through the studio, and both women stiffened. Even Chantal's lower lip trembled as tears threatened to fall. Staff glanced over at them, curious and concerned.
"I'm sorry…" Chantal sobbed, voice breaking as tears slid down her cheeks.
Realizing he had let anger take control in public, Collin decided it was best to leave before things escalated further.
"Let's go to the car first. We're making a scene," he said urgently, glancing back at them.
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