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Mitzi cleared her throat.

He glanced at his manager. The woman shook her head. The movement was barely perceptible, but he’d caught it.

“I was ready to move on,” he answered, then tossed Mitzi a look that said WTF.

“To work on new music?” Vance pressed.

The man was fishing for information.

He schooled his features. “Something like that.”

“With a new label?” Vance continued, needling away.

Who was this guy? The pop version of Nancy Drew?

“Excuse me?” he growled.

“I heard rumblings that you may be out. I figured it was a mutual parting,” Vance replied, feigning concern. “And hey, Mitzi Jones, I’m glad I ran into you.”

Mitzi raised an eyebrow. “Are you?”

The woman could spot a poser a mile away.

“You’ve got a great reputation,” Vance gushed. “You’re always welcome on my management team if your situation changes.”

What the actual hell?

“That’s kind of you, Vance, but I have a job,” she answered smoothly.

“Yeah, sure,” the pop fool replied, eyeing the contents of the trash can.

This asshole.

He resisted the urge to remove the sign and hit Vance over the head with it.

“How’s the writing going?” Mr. Twenty Questions continued, not missing a beat. “Have you been in the studio to lay down any new tracks?”

What was he digging for?

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” he began in a tone that projected the opposite sentiment, “but what I do musically is none of your business.”

“But it has been a while, hasn’t it? When was the last time you put out something new?” Vance mused. “It’s been years, right?”

Landon held the man’s gaze, but he couldn’t correct him.

“The offer’s always there to collab,” Vance stammered, shifting his stance. “I’d be happy to throw you a bone.”

This sucker just asked for it.

“A bone?” he seethed, getting in Vance’s face. He was ready to punch this Auto-tuned asshole into next week. Landon Paige might be a heartthrob crooner on the stage, but years spent bouncing around foster care placements had taught him how to fight.

“Landon,” Mitzi warned, resting her hand on his back. “We have the meet and greet.”

Forget the meet and greet.

He didn’t budge. He wouldn’t be the one to back down.

Vance took a step back. “I didn’t mean to hit a nerve, man. You’re a pop god. Everyone knows it. ‘Heartthrob Warfare’ is a classic. I loved that song when I was a kid.”

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