Angela's POV
Every platform. The same three lines.
Singer: Adrienne. Lyricist: Adrienne. Composer: Adrienne.
I put my phone down and laughed softly. Not with amusement. Just the particular sound that came out when something was so audacious it bypassed anger entirely.
Adrienne was bold. I'd always known that. But this was something else entirely.
If she'd negotiated a credits adjustment with Stoneclaw Entertainment, Gregory would know. Gregory would have told me. No such conversation had happened. Which meant Adrienne had simply listed herself as the creator without asking anyone — betting that the money she'd paid, or the name Jake carried, would make it stick.
Did she think Gregory wouldn't notice? Silvia asked. Or did she think it wouldn't matter?
Neither, I said. She just doesn'
