?<strong>Chapter 699:</strong>


    Fannie recalled the previous unpleasant incident when her boss had sabotaged her during a contract discussion with Judie.


    “What? Hoping to cash in on this too?” she responded coolly.


    “No.” The bossughed, trying to deflect. “I’m just curious about how many slots you managed to get. It could be a good opportunity for our other artists if you have extras.”


    “Just two,” Fannie replied casually.


    “I’m thinking of giving one to Judie.”


    “Ah, but with Bobby supporting her, she doesn’t really need the help, does she?” Fannie remarked, sensing an ulterior motive.


    The boss quickly shifted the conversation, his tone less rxed now. “And the other slot? Who’s that for?”


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    “Still undecided.”


    Rubbing his hands together eagerly, the boss suggested, “Here’s an idea, Fannie. We’ve invested a lot in Selma, but she’s not catching on as we hoped. How about giving her a spot on the show and pairing her with one of our male talents for some extra publicity?”


    Fannie felt a wave of revulsion at his maniptive proposal.


    “This is Amy’s tform,” Fannie said firmly. “Don’t you think she might cklist us if we exploit it like that? If Selma is truly talented, she’ll make it on her own. She’s already gaining traction with her lead role in that web series. Overexposing her on a variety show isn’t wise.”


    “But the schedule lines up perfectly!” he argued, his voice rising with enthusiasm. “After she wraps up filming, she could use the variety show to boost her profile. It’s an ideal n.”


    Before Fannie could counter, the office door burst open. Judie entered, brandishing her designer bag without bothering to knock.


    “Boss, Fannie promised this slot to me from the beginning. If Selma is interested, she shoulde to me,” Judie dered, her tone sharp and demanding.


    The boss, visibly sweating, stammered, “Yes, of course.”


    “But with your talent and beauty, sometimes it’s generous to support those who might benefit more from such opportunities.”


    “Do I not need support, then?” Judie turned to Fannie, her eye makeup enhancing her look of vulnerability, as if tears were imminent.


    “Look, Fannie, I’ve just finished school and haven’t done much yet. Even though people know who I am, it’s all because of Bobby’s help. I need to show that I’m more than just a pretty face supported by a man!”


    Her words were full of determination, but her pitiful attitude didn’t win Fannie’s sympathy.


    “Fine, there are two slots: one for you and one for Selma.”


    Both Judie and the boss were pleased with the resolution. During lunch, Judie approached, wearing her sunsses.


    “Fannie, is it okay if I join you?”


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