Dannie Kim was a Korean-English singer who was signed to Columbia Records. She always dreamed of meeting at least one of her idols in life. Everyone who had ever asked her who she was talking about was always shocked to figure out who it was. It was...
a/n: a little bit of a shorter chapter today, but it mainly focuses on the whole record label drama...
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** Dannie's pov **
"My team and I have compiled everything that we need to make sure that you get everything." My dad spoke professionally as we were now in front of all of his colleagues.
Everything. They would hopefully be able to get me everything that I had ever done that was owned by Columbia Records. "Are you sure?" my voice was barely audible as I flipped through all of the paperwork in front of me.
One of my dad's partners cleared their throat, "Yes Ma'am. From everything that you gave us and everything that we have found there is no evidence or reason for termination. The information that was in the original packet of termination papers were completely falsified.".
What had they found?
Almost as if my father had read my mind he came and stood next to me,"Besides the wrongful termination, your manager Monica had been stealing money from you for quite a while. It seems that with every job that you did that she would manage to sneak a portion of your pay in with hers." I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was having a hard time saying everything.
She had been stealing from me?
"I-I just don't understand why she would do that. From what I was told she was getting paid more than most managers were." I admitted.
It was true. Ever since my music really started picking up on the charts I had been adamant that she get a pay increase. She had been there for me through everything it was the least that I could do to try and repay her. But all this time she had been stealing money from me.
Thinking back on everything that I had told the group of lawyers there was one thing that I was curious about, "Did you find any cases of her spreading rumors or anything?".
The presence of my words made my dad tilted his head with a slight raise of his brow, "Why? Has she done that to you in the past?" his once professional tone was now replaced with a protective fatherly tone.
"At one of the last photoshoots that I have done, staff members came and told me that she had been telling them that I was an awful person." I carefully admitted.
My dad looked across at his team before back to me, "Love, we will look into everything a bit more and then I will call you, okay?".
There was no way that I was going to argue or suggest something else so all I did was nod my head. My hands quickly gathered everything that they had given me, along with everything that I had taken in with me, before hurrying towards the door.
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** time skip **
Lando was away from London busy preparing for the Brazil GP and other racing things leaving me completely alone. Well not completely alone. For the last two hours both Flora and June have been sitting on facetime with me. Ever since I had officially started dating Lando, June had become severely obsessed with the sport. More importantly the lone American, Logan Sargeant.
Not going to lie I was completely shocked that Logan was the driver she was going to become obsessed with. If anyone I would have expected Charles or Pierre. She lowkey had a thing for people who spoke French.
"I can't believe that you were holding out on me Dannie!" June yelled with a heavy breath at the same time.
My head shook in amusement, "Well how I was supposed to know that you would have picked the single American who probably doesn't speak a lick of French!" I exclaimed hoping my new neighbors couldn't hear me that bad.
Right as she was about to respond I was getting a call from my father. This could only mean one of two things: they hadn't found new evidence against Monica, or that there was substantial evidence against her.
Lightly running a hand through my hair, "Uh-hey, my dad is calling me again. I have to go." I spoke with a slight nervous stutter.
In seconds both of my friends were saying goodbye and hanging up the call. Answering the accept button on my dad's call I don't think I could have ever prepared for what I was going to hear next.
"Honey, you might want to sit down for this. It is going to be difficult to hear." My father's words were the first thing I heard once the call connected.
Even though I was already sitting down my body let out an involuntary hum of agreement before letting them start speaking. For the next twenty minutes they explained over ten different ways that my manager had done something to try and harm me in some way. The biggest and most unbelievable were the reaching out to my birth parents, and leaking my whereabouts on that one ill-fated day in New york with Josh.
She had caused everything.
In an attempt to garner me more media publicity she had organized some of the worst people in my life to either talk to me or ambush me in person. The worst part was that she knew every single detail of what they had done to me. She knew every single detail and still decided that it was a good idea.
What had I done to deserve this?
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