The practice room of SJ Entertainment was buzzing with activity, and a handsome young man stood at the center of attention. A swarm of people surrounded him, showering him with compliments and fawning over him like he was the center of the universe.

“Take a sip of water, Cole. You must be exhausted after all that practice," one person said.

“you have such an incredible voice, Cole. I heard the company is planning to help you release an album. You're so lucky!" exclaimed another adoringly.

“Hey, back off! Give Cole some space to breathe," someone else yelled, as they jostled to get a closer look.

"Cole, have you been working out lately? Your muscles are looking so toned," said another person, eyes sparkling with admiration.

The young man, Cole Dixon, wore a black outfit that complemented his slender and stylish figure. Holes in his loosely-fitted trousers added an edgy flair to his ensemble. A black metal necklace hung around his neck, and his curly hair flowed down to his jawline. Beneath his messy bangs lay a pair of green eyes that exuded a sense of mystery, like a character from a dark fairy tale.

Every trainee in the room knew that Cole was Donna's nephew and a new signee of the company who was highly valued and supported.

Despite his obvious talent, Cole had not made his debut yet. And the reason for his delayed entry into the company remained a mystery to everyone.

A red-haired young man in punk attire giggled as he approached Cole, eager to introduce himself.

"Nice to meet you, Cole. I've been honing my craft for two and a half years. Your dancing is impressive, to say the least," he said with a grin. He even broke into a little jig to show off his own moves, hoping for Cole's feedback.

The room erupted with noise as a few other extroverted individuals joined in, creating a lively and boisterous atmosphere.

Cole's smile faded as he observed the group of people around him. They were nothing but a bunch of ignorant fools! Though Cole feigned interest, he held a low opinion of these trainees who only sought his favor to secure their own chance to debut.

Cole had a keen sense of the hypocrisy among his peers. But instead of calling them out, he relished in their flattery.

Suddenly, the practice room doors flew open and a man barged in, his eyes wild with excitement.

"Have you heard the news? Sarah's agent is coming to select a trainee! I heard her name is Ariana something. If one of us is chosen, we'll be given a debut plan!"

The news about the debut quota sparked a flicker of hope in the trainees’ eyes. A chance to escape the dreaded fate of termination after three years of futile practice!

But then, an observant trainee picked up on the crucial words of the earlier announcement and voiced out what everyone was thinking.

"There is only one quota, which must be Cole's. He is exceptional, and he...”

He didn't need to finish his sentence. Everyone knew that Cole had the upper hand, being Donna's nephew. His place in the debut was all but guaranteed.

A moment of eerie silence descended upon the room, filled with envy and disappointment, as the trainees grappled with the reality of their situation. Yet, they forced themselves to put up a facade of happiness and congratulated Cole, while secretly cursing their luck.