"He signed with what?" J-Slick exclaimed, nearly falling off of his chair.
"Dreamy Entertainment, sir," his assistant said, casting his gaze to the ground.
"What kind of company is that? I've never heard of them."
"They're an older company," his assistant said.
J-Slick clutched his fists and banged them on the table, causing his very creamy coffee to spill over the glass material. "Do they have that much money?"
His assistant scratched the back of his head. "I'm unsure, sir. From what I've read, they're on the verge of bankruptcy."
J-Slick's face grew hot with every revelation. "Then, why?" he exclaimed. "Why did Zeno Han sign with an unknown company?"
His assistant could do nothing but purse his lips. J-Slick sighed and leaned against his chair, massaging the bridge of his nose.
"Well, you already know," he sighed. "I've never felt so humiliated in my life. I swallowed my pride just to get him on our side, but he took it for granted."
