NovaCast Entertainment

Cassidy and Claire stepped out of the SUV like they owned the damn city. The vehicle was a beast—big, black, and the type that made valet guys rethink their life choices. Right in front of them? A towering, twenty-story skyscraper, all glass and steel, standing tall under the New York night.

The city lights bounced off its slick surface, making the whole place look expensive as hell.

Above the entrance, the building's name flickered in half-dead neon. Not that it mattered. Cassidy had already made sure the damn sign was coming down. The workers were at it, scrambling on ladders, stripping the letters like they owed her money.

And, well, they kind of did.

NovaCast Entertainment was on its knees, bleeding cash, and Cassidy? She was here to play her little games. The CEO needed millions, and she had them. But before she signed any checks, she had one tiny, petty demand—get rid of the agency's name. Wipe it off the building like it never existed.