The Woman From Hell
Chapter 2016

"Would a manager's signature be required to enter the archives?"

My obvious question was quickly greeted by defensiveness. She studied me before nodding. "Yes, except for those who hold a managerial position and above, everyone else would need a signature before entering the archives."

Turning my gaze slightly, I narrowed my eyes and faced her with a bright smile. "Look, I used to be a manager in Nectarine Entertainment, and I've been in the archives many times, so can I..." "How can I do that?" That girl immediately cut me off without even waiting for me to finish.

It was really disrespectful.

When I was feeling discouraged, the girl gave me an idea. "You can call President Reed about this. Verbal permission is still permission."

She was not wrong.

I fished out my phone and started a video call with Cindy on WhatsApp. A long time passed, however, and she did not answer. She really must be having a good time.

I gave up after several unsuccessful attempts.

Zedd had gone with her. I might be able to get to Cindy if I called him.

I did not seem to have his number. I rummaged through my contact list. I should have saved it.

Found it!

My eyes lit up as I dialed the number while waiting anxiously.

The call did not go through the first time, so I tried again.

Fortunately, he answered it.

Zedd's voice was obviously filled with confusion. He was confused about my call. "Wanda, why did you call me?"

There was quite a ruckus on his side. He was probably out having fun.

"Pass Cindy the phone." I cut to the chase.

"Ah, what?"

I glanced at the girl next to me before taking a few steps away for a moment. I said loudly, "Put Cindy on the phone."

At this volume, even if there was only one person around, I was a little embarrassed.

"Okay."

Thank goodness he understood.

It did not take long for Cindy to come to the phone. "Wanda, what's the matter? Be quick about it. I'm busy."

"Busy having fun? I'm at Nectarine Entertainment. I want to go into the archives and need your permission."

Cindy obviously did not know what

had happened to me and Theo. She was out having a good time with Zedd. She was a little displeased after she heard what I said. "Why do you even need my permission to

enter the archives? You can just go

in?

I motioned for the girl to start recording and asked again, "So, you're giving me permission to enter the archives, right?"

"Yes, yes. Just go in. Is there anything else?" she asked a little impatiently.

I did not mean to disturb them, so I said my goodbyes and hung up the call. Since they had gone off to have fun, it was better that I did not tell them too much about what was happening here. "Let's go. Come with me to the archives so that you can let the guards hear the recording."

With Cindy's still recording, I swaggered into Nectarine Entertainment's archives.

The room was huge. Looking around the place, one could see rows upon rows of shelves. On them, documents were arranged in an orderly manner. Each document recorded the history of different artists, including artists in their prime, past artists, and artists who had their contracts canceled.

Heather probably terminated her contract with Nectarine Entertainment.

I went straight to the section containing artists who had canceled their contracts and searched the folder from three years ago, but I did not see Heather's name.

This was not right. Could it be that she did not terminate her contract?

Thinking about this, I went to the profiles of artists who had not been terminated in the past three years and searched through them several times. Still, I could not find Heather's name. This puzzled me. How could this be? Suddenly, there was a voice at the door...