After Divorce

Chapter 58 Once a Street Punk

After hearing Harold’s words, Sylvia and the other two sat in silence. This was new territory for them – Sylvia just came here to have fun, a break from the daily grind. She couldn’t help but laugh at the idea. If she didn’t have a job, maybe, just maybe, she’d consider such an enticing offer.

“Sir, I think you got one thing wrong,” Sylvia finally spoke. “Outshining Bulk isn’t a walk in the park. First off, matching his talent is a tall order, and don’t even get me started on his looks – he’s got universal appeal. Plus, each of his songs has its own composer, and you know the legend he works with. So, to match Bulk’s achievements, you’ll need a team even stronger than his. Do you have that?”

Harold beamed, “Of course, our boss is Bulk himself!”

This revelation threw the three women into deeper silence.

Seeing their confusion, Harold was puzzled until Sylvia burst into laughter.

“If you work for Bulk, then any collaboration between us is even less likely. First, Bulk would never let me enter showbiz. And second, maybe you should get to know his family tree a bit better.”

Harold was lost. “I’m sorry, I’ve only been on the job for a week. I don’t understand what you mean. Could you explain?”

Sylvia smiled. “You might want to ask your seniors at the company. I’m sure they’d love to

on.” clear things up for you. Thanks for the chat today, but I’ve got my own career to focus on.

As the party disbanded, each went their separate ways. Sylvia, who used to rock through all- nighters with ease, felt dizzy heading to work after just one late night.

“Why am I so tired after getting home before ten? I can’t seem to find the energy,” Sylvia pondered out loud.

Juliet, feeling sluggish herself, replied, “Right? But hey, we got a partnership to talk about today. You ready?”

Sylvia nodded with surety, “Don’t sweat it. We’ll land this deal. The CEO and I he’ll do me this solid. Plus, we’re their best bet.”

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This new company they planned to partner with was just getting off the ground, and folks were wary due to the CEO’s shady past. So the alliance was a shocker. Juliet kept asking why, but Sylvia played coy, telling her to wait until they met him.

Arriving at the conference room, the CEO from the new company was already waiting. Their past hiccups in business meant trust was low, and survival was at stake. Just keeping the company afloat was a struggle, let alone managing a staff dependent on their paychecks.

After an anxious hour, Sylvia strolled in, apologizing for the delay caused by a road accident. Her tardiness signaled how much they valued this partnership.

“No worries at all,” their counterparts assured. “Now, shall we dive into the partnership details?”

Settling down opposite them, Ward from the new company suddenly recognized Sylvia. Shocked, he recalled how she used to be a little street punk, and now here she was, engaging in corporate dealings.

Sylvia noticed Ward’s realization and chuckled, “Long time, huh? You went from street punk to CEO. I believe in your company’s potential, which is why I’m here. But we need better terms if you want to make this contract happen.”

Ward, staking his fortune on this, pleaded his case. He promised meticulous work nobody else could match, vowingly only top–tier products, given his own family’s background.

He looked at Sylvia earnestly, all cards on the table, in this high–stakes corporate gamble.