My fingers dance over the sleek surface of my phone. My focus is razor-sharp as I pour over profiles of potential new artists. I am in Liam’s office — the walls are covered with posters of Champion’s successful musicians.

The door opens. Liam strolls in and walks directly towards me. He places a kiss on my cheeks and asks, “How’s everything? You okay? Not feeling overworked?”

I smile at him, touching his cheeks gently. “I am very much okay, Liam,” I answer and place a quick kiss on his lips.

He beams. “It’s getting late now and my meeting is done. Want to head home? Lukas might be waiting for...