The My Hollywood System
Chapter 102

Will is currently at his home in Beverly Hills. It had been a few days since he had stopped working and had only read a book or watched a movie.

Currently, he was in the theater room he had made in his home. On a 96-inch screen in front of him, a cowboy movie was played from a video projector placed on a table right next to the sofa where Will was sitting.

The film features a lone-wolf cowboy type who faces dozens of enemies alone in a shootout. Currently,****** the movie is underway with the main character of the movie cornered into a shootout in the alleys.

It shows how clever and unrealistic the main character continues to beat his opponents without hurting himself. He jumped from the ground to the trash and then metal stairs to the roof, keeping him alive from hundreds of bullets from his enemies.

There was even an unbelievable scene where the main character shot down 2 people with a single bullet. To Will, it looks like Hawkeye is a failed superhero if even a cowboy could do something like this.

*click*

Will turned off the projector and let out a long sigh.

As of now, he could not get an idea that he found would break normal standards and come out as something really good and worth watching. For the first time since he came to this world, he struggled with a movie, making him laugh at himself as he slowly realized how much help the system had.

Will drops his head to the side on the saw, noticing the photo in the frame hanging on the wall. It was a picture of Will and June they took on Valentine's Day. Even during that time, Will was so busy that he could only give an hour of his time for June.

“Bringing back memories, yes.”

June's voice came from behind Will as he looked back lazily. June stood up with 2 cups of coffee in her hand. Her hair was tied in a bun and she was only wearing a long white shirt, on top of************, giving her a sexy and alluring vibe.

June hands one of the cups to Will and sits next to him on the sofa as Will sips coffee.

"How many movies have you watched until now?"

June asked. Will was busy in the room without going out for days. The only time she moves is when she eats with him, takes out the trash, or when she exercises. Moreover, he even slept in this theater room.

“I really don't know. It's like 22-23, I guess? It's somewhere near that number, more or less. ”

Will said as he rubbed his eyes slightly and took a sip of his coffee. The room was dark, only a small bulb illuminated with dim lighting. June put her cup on the table and moved herself to where Will was sitting, taking her to the ground between her legs as she sat on the sofa.

He slowly massaged his head with gentle pressure and rubbed his temples with his fingers. Recently, June was preoccupied with Indie filmmaking. He eventually managed to bag several roles, as he himself, and his agent, combined John's efforts.

John has tried his best to get June some supporting roles in major production films but has so far been unsuccessful. June has told her to stop the role hunting for now as she will focus on indie films. And if his luck is successful, one of the movies might become popular.

“Virtuous how you can find amazing ideas so easily, but now you are having trouble with a movie. Feels a bit unreal.”

June said as her hand moved onto her shoulder and began massaging her with a sweet smile on her face.

He recently always did this every time he came back from home. Despite being tired from filming or something else, she did not forget to make coffee and massaged Will's head and shoulders. He would push her and tell her that it was okay to take the time for the next movie. It's been out of normal that he's come back with so many scripts over the last 1 and a half years.

Will's expression turned a little complicated as he found it hard to explain his thoughts in words. After a while, he said with a smile.

“You can say that this movie of mine will be special for me. I don't need to prove to anyone about my abilities with this film. On the other hand, with this film, I want to prove something to myself.”

June giggled at the bewildering words as she got off the sofa and curled into Will's arms.

“You don't need to prove anything to anyone. Oh, actually, there's something you need to prove.”

June said as she frowned sweetly at the end of her sentence.

"What?"

Will asked curiously while looking at June with his emerald green eyes.

"Prove that you love me!"

June giggled and stood up, showed her tongue to Will and ran out of the theater room, the latter immediately chasing after him with a laugh.

September 9th, 2011

J Hospital, Hollywood, California.

In room 2 of the 13 private wards, a prominent Hollywood figure was hospitalized a few days ago. It was none other than Foxstar's studio chairman, Spencer Miller.

His hospital room looked luxurious and clean, had a TV and there were fresh fruits placed on the table right beside Spencer's bed. The room had only 1 bed and several chairs were laid out around it, indicating that it was a private room for the rich.

Currently, 2 other people besides Spencer were present in the room, talking to Spencer who was lying on the bed held at an angle of 150-160 degrees.

Spencer's condition eventually stabilized and he recovered slowly, but his body looked weak and his age was clearly visible on his face. There were wrinkles all over his face and hands.

Some of the blood vessels in his hands were seen turning green and blue due to the presence of insulin.

"Huh, you almost scared me half to death."

One of the two men, who looked about the same age as Spencer, but was slightly healthier, said. Her expression was warm and she spoke to Spencer like an old friend. He is an old friend of Spencer and his name is Rahim Memon.

“So you survived? Ck. You are old enough, you should have just gone to heaven when your turn came. ”

Spencer said teasingly, but his dim, weak voice did little to lift the mood.

“What will we do about Foxstar? You have a big responsibility and everything is currently on hold. If everything goes like this, I'm afraid we'll suffer a big loss.”

Chester McBerry, one of Foxstar's shareholders and longtime friend Spencer asked. His eyes clearly looked concerned and he was talking about the thing that worried him the most.

“Doctor told me to retire. I am too old and my body needs rest in order to function properly. Sighs."

Spencer answered and Chester grew anxious as he said.

“You don't know, but there are many power struggles in the company at the moment. Not only that, many also want to retire in order to take over as chairman. If you retire suddenly, there will be competition for the chairman seat and the company will fall like this.”

Spencer clearly understood Chester's reaction. He was someone who wanted to get away from all these power struggles and just wanted to see Foxstar succeed.

“There's nothing we can do about it. We have worked very hard for the company to get to where it is now. And after the success of [Sherlock Holmes], the company is finally on the right track to reach the top six after a long time. It will all collapse if the company has a power struggle now.”

spencer said while reminiscing about the past when he and his colleagues worked hard every day and brought Foxtstar to six major studios.

There was a clear level structure even in the six major studios, where it was divided into the top three and bottom three. Foxstar has always been in the bottom three, fluctuating from fourth to sixth place over time. Two other studios that accompany foxstar in the bottom three are Z Studios and Kron Studios.

The top three consist of the best of Hollywood, consisting of Allen Studios, OP images and Mega Works. The structure is calculated based on how much profit the studio made over a financial year, and Allen Studio came in first this year, with images of Mega Works and the OP following it closely.

Now with the success of [Sherlock Holmes], there is a good chance that Foxstar could make the top three if they continue to follow this pace, but Spencer's sudden retirement will completely turn things around.

Rahim who had been listening from the sidelines finally followed.

“Spencer, don't you have children? Why do you act like you are alone in this world.”

Spencer chuckled at hearing it as he said.

“Yes, I will hand over the position of chairman to Colt. I'm just not sure if he'll understand the responsibility he's got.”

Colt Miller was Spencer's eldest son. He had studied at a famous management school and was one of the company's shareholders. It was natural for Spencer to give his chair to his son so that no one could take issue with him. He was just restless that the years of work he did at Foxstar would be worth it if something bad happened to him.

For now, he could only put his hopes on Colt and hope that his son would do something even if he couldn't do it.