"Mr. Cirrus, these are the resignation requests." The stack of documents landed on his desk as the manager's voice cracked like thin ice.
Wesley's eyes scanned the sea of signatures on the pages. They ranged from greenhorn trainees to A-list celebrities who had been with the company for years. Nearly half of his damn talent roster wanted out.
His hand slammed the report down on the desk with a c***k that made the manager flinch backward.
"Explain this to me right now," he demanded.
His smoldering gaze pinned the cowering man in place.
"Last month you were standing in this office bragging about our unshakable artist loyalty," he continued. "So what is this exactly? A mutiny?"
The manager shrank like a scolded child caught stealing cookies.
"It's Lyra, sir," he said quietly. "She swoo
