Chart Toppers (Star Maker Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

right now, and Blake is their CEO.   They’re scraping to stay afloat under
his leadership.   He’s
desperate.   He’s run that company
into the ground since his dad appointed him two years ago.   He’s doesn’t know what he’s doing.   He’s been looking for a substantial
capital infusion for a while now, but no one is biting because of his shitty
reputation.   Blake probably conned
Dante into doing it.   I dunno, just
a thought.”
    She
sighed.   “Ok.   You confirmed my theory.   I plan to make Templeton pay me back for
this mess.”
    Lew
snickered.   “And how do you plan to
do that, Kitten?   How can I help?”
    She
smiled.   “I’ve got a few ideas,
Lew.   He’ll be sorry he did
this.   Bottom line, Blake Templeton
is going down, and it’s not going to be pretty.   No one crosses me and gets away with
it.   He’s going to pay.”
    Jonathan
and Lew exchanged a look, and Lew grinned.   “No doubt he will.”
    She
took a deep breath and stood up.   “Are we done for today?”
    Lew
stood up.   “Yes.   We’ll be in touch, Kit.   Call us if there are any new
discoveries.”
    She
nodded and forced a grin.   “Absolutely.”   She exited the
conference room and went on a search for Spencer.   She found him in one of the recording
studios in the control room listening in, sitting next to Giselle on the couch
looking perfectly comfortable, save the suit he was wearing.   He looked exactly like a record
executive and she was positive the artist with headphones on singing her heart
away in the live room was trembling in her boots wondering if A&R couldn’t
hear the hit single.  
    She
chuckled.   “Ok, Spence, we’re outta
here.”   She looked at Giselle.   “I’ll be in touch soon, G.   Are you up on all the changes?”
    Giselle
nodded.   “Yes.   I’m technically supposed to stay with
Daniel, but I shared with Jonathan already that I’d like to follow you wherever
you end up, if that’s ok with you?”
    Kit
smiled wide and winked.   “I’d love
that.   See you soon, G.”
    Spencer
trailed after Kit as she headed out to her car, lugging wrapped plaques of
mounted platinum records that Pete had supplied her with before they left the
building.   He tried to gauge her
demeanor but was unable to read her the moment she threw on her dark
sunglasses.   He looked over at her
once they were alone in her car.   “You ok?   What did they want
to talk to you about?   Why did I
have to leave the room?”
    She
sighed and shook her head.   “I
dunno, Spence.   They’re doing a
re-org, and I’ve lost my job as chief counsel.   They’re still paying me, and I get to
keep the car, but I’m on the payroll now as a consultant.   That can’t be good.   That’s probably their nice way of
starting the process to boot me out.”
    Spencer’s
blue-green eyes widened, shocked.   “You think so?”
    She
shrugged her shoulders.   “I don’t
want to discuss it.   All I want to
do is go home and drink a glass of scotch with my husband and not talk one
ounce of work.”
    He
nodded.   “Got it.   No more work talk.   Does that mean no talking about the pile
of platinum records that are in your trunk?”
    She
giggled.   “That’s a victory.   We can discuss that.   In fact, unload them when we get back.   Store them in my office.   I’ll grab one and throw it in Sully’s
Ferrari.    We have special
plans for that one.”
    Spencer
followed Kit’s instruction and had carefully stowed the platinum records out of
view when Sully caught a glimpse of him.   He stopped and did a double-take.   “How long have you and Kit been back?   Is she here?”
    Spencer
walked out of the office and into the hall, leading Sully toward the
entertainment room.   “We just got
back.   She’s upstairs changing.   Rough day of meetings, bro.   Be good to her.   She said all she wanted to do tonight
was drink scotch with you.”
    Sully
chuckled. “Ah.   One of those