"I do not take students."
Ryan Parker looked down at the weeping classical icon kneeling at his feet.
Maestro Valerius gripped the hem of the tailored midnight blue suit. The old man was breathing perfectly clear air for the first time in a decade.
"I will sweep the floors of your studio," Valerius begged openly into the live microphones. "I will clean the acoustic panels. Just let me study your frequencies."
"You are a master composer," Ryan stated coldly. "You will not sweep floors. You will write your final symphony under the absolute protection of Parker Media."
Valerius bowed his head to the wooden stage in pure, unadulterated gratitude.
"You cannot do this," the Zenith CEO shrieked from the back wall.
The billionaire executive was completely trapped. Magnus Mace and fifty elit
