"They froze your graduation papers."
Dean Marcus stood in the center of the penthouse living room. He was sweating completely through his expensive suit. His breathing was heavy and erratic.
Ryan Parker sat calmly at the glass dining table. He took a slow sip of black coffee.
The morning sun illuminated the city below. The streets were still buzzing with the absolute chaos of last night.
Ryan had not just won the National Symphony Clash. He had completely decimated the entire foundation of the classical music industry.
He had bypassed the corrupted digital audio files Richard Murphy planted. He had commanded a hundred piece private orchestra with a single wooden baton. He had proven his absolute musical sovereignty in front of the global elite.
Richard Murphy had fled the VIP box in
