She expected disgust. Instead, Master reached across the table and turned her clenched fist over, gently, until her palm faced up. He didn’t hold it. He just exposed it.
Kylie’s hands curled into fists. "Staged. My manager thought it would humanize me. We rehearsed it three times in her living room. I used glycerin drops for the tears." mind under master – kylie quinn – confession
But what came out of her mouth was simpler. She expected disgust
"All of it." Her voice cracked. "The songwriting credits. The ‘spontaneous creative breakthrough’ in Ibiza. I didn’t write those lyrics. I bought them from a ghostwriter named Lena. And when she asked for more money, I had my lawyer threaten her with an NDA so broad she couldn’t even tell her therapist." He just exposed it
Kylie picked up the pen. Her hand only shook for a moment.
Master tilted his head. "Which part?"