Chapter 207

The secretary projected the agreement sent by Lance onto the large screen in the conference room.

William Yearwood clutched the printed copy, his knuckles turning white.

Melissa Lee stared at the screen, scanning each line of the contract with laser focus.

Her nails dug into her palms.

"Impossible..." she muttered under her breath. "How could it be missing..."

The other executives exchanged uneasy glances, some already wiping sweat from their brows.

The agreement was meticulously formatted, every clause clearly outlined—except for the most critical detail: the interview fee.

"Have we triple-checked Lance's contact information?" William suddenly demanded, his voice tight.

The secretary hastily handed over a phone. "Verified three times already."

Melissa snatched it and cross-referenced the number with the one in her own contacts.

Her face grew paler by the second.

"Call him," William ordered. "Now. Get this clarified immediately."

Julian Ashford took the phone, pressed dial, and activated the speaker.

"Hello?" Lance's lazy drawl came through.

"Mr. Yeager, this is Julian Ashford from Horizon Media. Regarding the agreement—"

"What? Not enough terms for you?" Lance scoffed. "Want me to add one where you pay two million dollars for the interview?"

William shot to his feet and grabbed the phone. "Mr. Yeager! This is William Yearwood, Chairman of Horizon—"

"Don't care who you are." Lance cut him off. "One condition: Evelyn Sinclair or nothing."

The line went dead with a decisive click.

Silence swallowed the conference room.

Evelyn lightly tapped the table. "In that case, my resignation is already submitted to HR."

She turned to Melissa. "Please expedite the approval, Ms. Lee."

Melissa's face drained of all color.