Showbiz: I Become an Animal Trainer After the Entire Internet Hates Me

"Smack."

The tablet hit the conference table, screen facing up. Three trending headlines glowed on it, casting Yang Mi's face in a greenish pallor.

#Yang Mi Drinks with Clients. Explosive.

#Yang Mi Bullies Newcomers. Trending.

#Yang Mi Acts Like a Diva. Trending.

"Mimi, the company has spent five years building you up. It hasn't been easy." Sister Zhou pushed the contract over. The pages slid a foot across the tabletop and stopped by Yang Mi's elbow. "Sign this addendum, and the company will take care of everything."

Yang Mi didn't reach for the pen. Her right hand gripped the cap, its plastic edge digging into the pad of her thumb and leaving a white mark. The cap was transparent, and tooth marks were visible inside, old and deep.

"Your cut drops from ten percent to five." Sister Zhou tapped the figure on the contract twice with her fingernail, making a sharp clicking sound. "You'll renew for five years. The penalty for breaking the contract is 120 million. It's perfectly reasonable. You're an A-lister now. That's what you're worth."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.