MJ IMAGINES (World with Applehead) ON GOING

Corporate Tension

WARNING: mature content, R18+ scenes, please read at your own risk.

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"I really think this could be a good investment for you, Michael," one of the marketing guys said while presenting him with the music catalogs of different artists spread out neatly in front of him.

This wasn't the usual day for Michael. He wasn't in the studio wrecking his brain over melodies and lyrics, nor was he in the dance studio, where he would tirelessly move day and night in pursuit of perfection. Today was about strategy, ownership, and long-term control, an entirely different kind of decision sitting quietly on the table. In the high-rise office, the city sprawls beneath the glass windows, buzzing with ambition and quiet power. 

Michael occupied the center of the table, and you sat across from him, close enough to be considered beside him. Your fingers lightly folded in your lap, pretending to read through the documents in front of you, but your eyes kept flicking to him. Michael entered the world of investment as a strategic move to protect and expand the assets he had spent years creating. Michael was in his element, commanding the room with a calm confidence that made heads turn, his sharp mind dissecting every point the investors raised. 

Beside him, his manager John Branca and bodyguard Bill watched carefully, ensuring everything ran smoothly. You were here to support him, to be the quiet presence at his side, the one who believed in his vision no matter what. You sit quietly in the sleek office, watching Michael lead the meeting. Yet, there's something about the way he explains the catalog purchase that sets your instincts on edge. You glance around the table at the investors, businessmen, and his manager. 

Something doesn't sit right. You can't say exactly why, but a subtle unease prickles your skin. When the discussion pauses, you lean forward, facing him carefully but deliberately. 

"Michael," you say softly, "I think we should reconsider starting with this catalog. There might be better opportunities elsewhere." He raises an eyebrow, jaw tightening slightly. This is one of your husband's attitudes; he doesn't want to be interrupted, and what he says always goes.

"Y/N... I've done the research. I trust this decision. I don't think we need to debate it." He said as you meet his gaze steadily. 

"I know you trust your research," you counter, "but instinctively... this doesn't feel like the right start. Maybe there's something else we should consider." "The Beatles catalog? You really want to go with this?" you added, disbelief lacing your voice. 

"They are great artists, Mrs. Jackson, imagine it," John said, leaning forward towards you as if the vision alone could persuade you. "Every song, every copyright ownership, the royalties? Michael could secure an incredible deal with this," he said, and you ignored him for a moment, turning instead to Michael, who was watching you with a stern, unreadable gaze. "Michael, it's just that," you said carefully, trying to put the feeling into words. "I feel like this isn't the right catalog yet. I don't know... something about it feels off." 

 He lets out a low, amused hum. "Instinct, huh? Since when do you suddenly become a financial advisor?" Michael said that made you lean back in your chair, crossing your arms, eyes locked on his. "Since I married someone who thinks he can do everything himself. Maybe I like to make sure my husband doesn't get ahead of himself," you countered, and Michael just smirks, voice dropping.