[EMY]
"We will not hand over our slot for the competition."
The room fell silent for a moment.
Mr. Park didn't look surprised at all. In fact, he simply nodded slowly as if he had expected that exact answer from the beginning.
Greyson, however…
That polished business smile he had been wearing since the start of the meeting?
Gone.
Completely gone.
It vanished so quickly it almost felt like someone had wiped it off his face with a cloth.
"What?" he said, clearly taken aback.
Then his brows pulled together in confusion. "Why?"
He turned to Mr. Park. "Mr. Park, Galaxy Entertainment doesn't have the talent to compete in this competition. Entering would just be a waste of time and resources."
His voice remained polite, but the earlier warmth had completely disappeared.
"You've sold your slot to us in the past," he continued. "Why not do the same thing again?"
I raised a finger casually.
"Ah."
Greyson paused.
