Chosen Mate Of The Beastmen Empire

Of The Bea 420



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That ancient phone's battery was shot-unplugged all night, it was teetering on dead. Before Nyx could get a word in, it beeped twice, screen went black, and shut off. The yelling cut out instantly. The huge suite fell into an awkward silence.

Lancet looked at Nyx, his face a mess of emotions. He knew he'd misjudged her. Feeling bad and wanting to fix it, he offered, "I'll get you a better agent ASAP. If you want out of your company, I'll set up a studio for you."

"As for those threats, don't sweat it," he added. Truth was, he didn't even know who this "Mr. Williams" was.

There were many Williams in business and politics, but none of them could flex in front of Seafarion. Trying to snatch someone from Seafarion, that Williams guy didn't have the juice.

Nyx finished signing the confidentiality contract, grabbed her copy, and nodded at him. "Thanks for the help."

A company that raised a pimp like her agent was obviously a cesspool-sticking around was pointless, and bailing meant a fat penalty fee. Someone cleaning up this mess for her would be ideal.

Before ditching the company, Nyx planned to swing by one last time-pack up her meager stuff from the shared dorm. Oracle Entertainment was a small outfit, run by some rich kid playing around. No business sense-just wanted to pick girls and party with other sleazy bigshots.

They had two semi-known stars propping it up-third-tier at best. The rest were nobodies, scraping by worse than streamers or influencers. No resources, no cash to break contracts-most artists saw no future, gave up, and holed up in the dorms, wasting away.

Nyx used to be one of them. Most faces in the apartment were familiar, and a few swarmed her the second she showed up. "Nyx! You're back?"

"What went down yesterday? Mr. Haidt took you to see Mr. Williams?"

"Was it Hurricane Tech's Mr. Williams? Isn't he with Jane? Why'd he switch to you all of a sudden?"

The company was tiny-gossip spread like wildfire overnight.

Hurricane Tech's Mr. Williams was a big-shot in Broskel, "dating" one of Oracle Entertainment's stars, Jane Dorma. ing, sure-but yone knew it was a sugar-daddy deal. One after money, one after looks-hardly a stable relationship at all. So, Mr. Williams eyeing the younger, prettier Nyx wasn't a shock.

"You stayed with Mr. Williams overnight?" someone asked, sizing her up, testing the waters.

Not all of them were ambitionless flops. Plenty were just stuck without a break, dreaming of snagging a rich backer to shoot to the top. If Nyx hooked Mr. Williams, she was about to replace Jane as the new star.

Nyx faced a mix of concern, curiosity, and jealousy from all sides and shook her head. "Nope."

She looked so chill the jealous stares faded a bit. No point lying about something like that.

"Yeah, makes sense. If you'd landed Mr. Williams, Mr. Haidt wouldn't be raging today."

"So it didn't work out? Mr. Williams met you and wasn't impressed?" "Oof.

"You didn't piss him off, did you?"

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"Mr. Haidt's been stomping around looking for you since morning, cursing up a storm-he's pissed. Watch out later."

They were chattering away when a door got shoved open hard, slamming the wall with a loud "bang." Seeing the worn-out woman inside, the hallway went dead quiet.

J-Jane."

She was their senior, way more popular than them. Awkward as it was, after a beat, they forced out greetings. Jane didn't bother glancing at them-just glared at Nyx with pure spite.

What a young, gorgeous face-eighteen and fresh as hell. No wonder one photo had Mr. Williams hooked. She'd pulled every trick to keep her sugar daddy, but this kid acted all high-and-mighty like she didn't want him-making Jane look desperate and pathetic.

Since last night, the company chat had been buzzing with gossip like flies. She'd smashed her phone but still couldn't sleep.

Closing her eyes, she felt mocking stares piling on-everyone ready to kick her while she was down. She'd stayed up all night, too scared to leave her room, until Nyx-the one who'd stolen her man and screwed her over-showed up. Then she couldn't hold back.

"Playing innocent, huh?" Jane sneered, sizing Nyx up. "Think I can't tell if you slept with him?"

She'd been around the block-nothing got past her. Nyx's legs were trembling a bit-had to have worked hard last night. She was all pure on the outside, but probably wild behind closed doors.

"Mr. Haidt's mad-bet you didn't satisfy Mr. Williams, huh?" she said.

Maybe Williams liked Nyx's stubborn innocence, but once he had her and the fantasy broke, he wasn't happy. Thinking Nyx might've busted her ass all night for nothing, Jane couldn't help gloating.

She was about to keep taunting when she spotted someone coming and dialed it back, nodding at them. "Hey, Mr. Haidt

He wasn't her agent, but she always played nice with Mr. Haidt, the industry's big- shot pimp—she didn't want to cross him. Might need him later to bounce back, hook her up with a new rich guy.

Mr. Haidt usually grinned at big names like Jane, but today he blew her off like she wasn't there. He stormed in under everyone's nervous stares, kicking up a breeze, heading straight for Nyx. He stopped, panting hard.

Seeing his huge hands and Nyx's slim frame, folks winced-nobody wanted to watch her get slapped silly, Mr. Haidt's temper was no joke-he'd hit people before.

All eyes locked on them, tension thick as hell. Only Jane looked eager, not caring she'd been ignored-just wanted Nyx to crash and burn.

Staring at that ugly, hateful mug, Nyx squinted and cracked her wrists. She sized up her current strength-turning this agent into the "Dead Pighead" from her phone wasn't going to be an issue.

But Mr. Haidt plastered on a greasy smile. "You're back! Where'd you go last night? I couldn't reach you-worried me sick

kid

No smackdown, no yelling. His tone was downright friendly-nicer than he'd ever been to Jane.

Half an hour ago, he'd been set on teaching Nyx a lesson, but then Seafarion called him up personally-said Nyx got bought out, wasn't his problem anymore.

Nyx was out of the company. Thirty million in breach fees wasn't chump change- nobody just pulled that out of nowhere. Dylan Haidt was dead certain Nyx was a broke nobody-no way she'd coughed up that cash herself.

She'd downed spiked booze last night and didn't come back-maybe stumbled into some big shot's lap by dumb luck.

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Someone dropping thirty mil cold for a girl after one night, either they had serious clout or were totally smitten with Nyx.

Either way, it was enough to make Dylan tread carefully-she wasn't a little fish he could mess with anymore.

To thrive in this biz, you had to read the room-Dylan was a pro at playing the wind. He acted like he'd never cussed her out on the phone, pulling a concerned big-brother vibe.

Nyx raised an eyebrow. She marveled at Dylan's shamelessness-and at Lancet's speed. He'd sorted her mess out that fast. She wondered if she should still beat up Dylan. She was here already-might as well.

Going legal took time, and since the crime didn't stick, the punishment wouldn't be harsh enough to cool her anger. Violence was bad, sure-but damn, it felt good.

She rubbed her fists slowly, ready to swing, when someone bolted from the hallway's end. "Dylan! Dylan!"

The guy practically tripped over himself getting to Dylan, whispered something frantic in his car.

Dylan's face dropped. "What'd you say?"

He yanked out his phone, glanced at it, and took off before Nyx's fist could land- running like the devil was after him. Dylan came and went in a flash-everyone was clueless what happened. They turned to Nyx and saw her opening her door, packing up.

"Where are you going?" someone asked.

The dorm was a shabby twenty-square-meter room, mostly empty. Nyx just tossed her odds and ends into a bag, rolled up her bedding, and she was set.

She packed while answering, "I'm out of the company, so I'm moving out."

"You quit?"

The hallway erupted.

"How're you paying the breach fee?"

"You quitting the biz? That cuts the fee, but it's still thirty mil otherwise."

"Even quitting's five mil! Where you getting that cash?"

"You really didn't snag Mr. Williams?"

Now they all doubted Nyx was straight with them.

"If she didn't land Mr. Williams, why was Dylan kissing her ass?"

"Besides him, who'd cover her fee?"

"Who would give her a place to crash?"

"Nope, Nyx said, cool as ever. "They tried something illegal-I'm heading to report

it later."

But before she sued Mr. Williams, it looked like Mr. Williams would be finished.

A scene popped into her head-Seafarion with his icy pretty-boy face, swirling a wine glass, dropping the classic CEO line. "The Williams Group is no more." She nearly cracked up right there. Watching Nyx go from stone-cold to giggling, bragging about suing Williams and Dylan, they figured she'd lost it.

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In this line, if you stayed a nobody too long, your head got messed up-happened

all the time.

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So is the quitting real or fake? Maybe Nyx snapped, and the higher-ups decided

to shelve her-kicked her out of the dorm too, they thought.

As for Dylan's nice act, probably just him playing it safe-didn't want to set off a

loose cannon. It was never wise to piss off a person with nothing to lose.

A bunch of them started looking at her with pity-some even helped pack her stuff.

"Thanks," Nyx said, glancing up at the few kind faces, meaning it..

They waved it off. "No need-don't mention it."

"Where

you moving? Got a place?"

"We can't help much."

A sweet girl driven nuts by this grind-it was damn shame.

All packed-three boxes total-Nyx pulled out her phone to call a moving truck to

her new spot Lancet set up. Then a smooth, mature woman's voice cut in. "Nyx

here?"

Everyone turned-gasps all around.

"Marilyn Bond!"

"It really is Marilyn!"

"Holy crap!"

Nyx looked over-a tall, short-haired woman, sharp and polished, maybe early

forties. She blanked for two seconds, then pulled the info from her memory. Marilyn Bond, legendary agent.

Everyone in the biz knew her-she'd worked with top stars and actors. Even if you

didn't know her face, you'd heard the stories. Seven years back, her daughter got sick, and she'd quit to care for her-dropped off the map since.

Tons of folks tried dragging her back-none pulled it off. No one'd have thought she'd pop up at a dump like Oracle Entertainment.

They couldn't believe their eyes-felt like a dream. They weren't even worthy of brushing up against a big shot like her. "Over here," Nyx said, raising a hand. "Hi" If she had to guess, this was probably the new agent Lancet nabbed for her. Marilyn's eyes landed on her, sizing her up subtly, her expression softening. I'm Marilyn-just joined your studio. I'm your new agent.”

She stepped aside, waving over two young folks behind her-a guy and a girl.

Guy's name was Gavin, girl's was Helly-Nyx's

new assistants.

Til handle the luggage, boss-you rest," Helly said. She wasn't tall, but damn

strong. After greeting Nyx, she hoisted two big boxes like nothing and headed

out.

Gavin was a beat slower and grabbed the last box awkwardly and hustled after

her.

The gawking artists couldn't keep up with the whirlwind-watched Nyx get whisked

off in a fancy van with her crew, peeling out. Even when the exhaust faded, they were still dazed.

"Why's some retired fossil coming back now?" Jane's shaky voice snapped them

out of it-they turned to her. "It's been ages

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-who knows what connections she's got left? Just a name, that's it!"

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