Year Two (Kingmakers, #2)

by Sophie Lark

I’ve been hustling since I was twelve years old, saving up every penny in pursuit of my ultimate goal. I want to be an actual Kingmaker. The appointer of stars. Creator of music, fashion, and cinema. I don’t want to be Justin Bieber—I want to be Scooter Braun. I have no desire for celebrity. The real power is the man behind the curtain. The producer at the epicenter of global culture. I want to find a hundred Iggys, and I want to drop a thousand albums. I want to produce the next Avengers franchise. And I want to control the billions of dollars of endorsements and ads attached to all of it. There’s one crucial factor of this dream: I have to do it on my own. I’m building my empire without a penny of my parents’ money. I want to stand on top of the mountain without a single asterisk next to my name. The American Dream is to be a self-made man.