“Mr. Dunkley, I will not let you down. I’ll let the cultural arts entertainment industry in Southland City see the light of a new dawn again!”
“Right, Mr. Dunkley, you've agreed to write 30 songs for our agency. I have to give you the proper remuneration.”
Jonah glared. “What remuneration? I don't need it! Mr. Mayo, I’m writing songs for you, but it's not for the money. So you don't need to insult me with money.”
"Uhm..." Thomas smiled awkwardly.
Insulting him with money?
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