Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption novel Chapter 8

"April? Isn't she Evelina's agent? What does she want with you?"

"She wants to set up a songwriting session."

"For Evelina? Wow, talk about dropping 100 grand right off the bat."

"Uh-huh," Lizetta nodded and casually blacklisted April's number.

Yolanda couldn't help but crack up, "Evelina's got some nerve, with her mediocre chops!"

Lizetta dropped her bags off at Yolanda's place and hopped a cab to Starlight.

The Dashiell Group, a hundred-year-old empire, was like an aging aircraft carrier showing its flaws, hard to turn around. Eight years back, Remington made some bold moves, carving out the Starlight Group from the Dashiell Group, infusing it with fresh lifeblood.

Under his guidance, the Starlight Group rode the waves, gobbling up growth at a pace that left the Dashiell Group in the dust.

Nowadays, the Dashiell Group was still in the hands of Remington's dad, Nathan, but it was Remington who was the star player at the helm of the Starlight Group, outshining his old man. They said he was the heir of the Dashiell Group, but it was pretty clear they were riding on his coattails now.

A year ago, Fiona, wanting to foster some marital bonding, had Lizetta join the Starlight Group's president's office as a lowly clerk.

The office was buzzing today, with secretary Lydia handing out wedding candies because she was pregnant and leaving.

Lizetta snagged some candy, offering her congrats. Back at her desk, she started typing up her resignation letter.

Lydia spotted this and blurted out in surprise, "Lizetta, you got a bun in the oven too?"

All eyes were on her, as usual. Beauties always got the spotlight.

Since Lizetta started, her looks had drawn a slew of admirers, till Remington caught sight of her desk buried in roses and was in a funk for days.

Declaring herself married had finally fended off the suitors, though nobody knew she was hitched to Remington.

"Nope, I'm quitting for a different reason."

"So when are you guys planning on having kids? Makes sense, you're still young."

"I'd love to start early, get back in shape sooner rather than later, but oh well." Lizetta kept typing away, casually responding.

But Lydia, ever so perceptive, got the wrong end of the stick, "Your hubby's shooting blanks?"

"Not exactly, he's quite capable; it's just that it's all for naught."

Lydia was gobsmacked.