The My Hollywood System
Chapter 113
“Bravo Six, Going Dark!” A figure wearing SAS military uniforms said, while wearing night vision goggles.
“Aaa and Cut! That's a wrap, Robert's perfect shot! ”
The director of the film [A Bullet to kill] announced, and Michael "Robert" Elrod, who had just finished filming for the final scene of the film, nodded to the prop assistant, who was in charge of the film, who came and collected airsoft guns and military equipment from him.
Everyone who was a part of the movie started celebrating because they had worked so hard during filming. Robert quickly changed into a more casual outfit and bid farewell to the director and exited the Krown Studios facility.
Outside, there is an elegant and polished Rolls Royce Phantom with gunmetals waiting for it. Walking to the open backseat door, he saw that it was occupied by two people, one of whom he was very familiar with, he saw, and the other happened to be a famous director who happened to be working on a movie produced by Will's agent.
“Hello, Robert. Congratulations on completing the filming of [A Bullet to Kill]” Jeffery said as he gave a glass of chardonnay after Robert sat in the luxury car.
"What'sthis? Are we in a super secret spy agency, and now you're going to assign me my mission? Robert snaps.
"Something like that…." Jeffrey smiled mysteriously.
Shaking his head and rolling his eyes, he picked up a glass from Jeffery and smiled while peeking at the documents in the director's hands.
“Wait, seriously? It's better not to have action reports for me, and tell me you didn't send me to the islands.” He commented playfully.
The two men just looked at each other, chuckled, and then, Lucas told him, “We have a scene for you, in [1917], a cameo. This is from the British Commanding Officer, Colonel McKenzie, why don't you read it while we're driving?”
“So, I'm being sent to the islands, aren't I! Alright, surrender. What is Will working on now, Jeffery?” Robert asked, after finishing his chardonnay.
“Will has a new project that he has been working on for some time. But, for the time being, I think he takes care of some minor issues related to business. What do you think of the script?” Jeffery turned his attention back to the problem at hand.
Nodding to Jeffery, Robert read the script and then said, “Slightly tense, and arrogant huh? I have to polish my world history and military rank, I don't know the order, but I can do this, when?”
"Footing starts in December, we can pick it up first if you want." Lucas offered.
“I'll finish preparing this then, and you don't need to adjust your shooting schedule for me, but thank you for the cue, if there is another show for me, contact me, I will be there, no need. for special treatment.” He asserted while trying to remain humble.
“We will send you a contract for this, and you can do it with your team later.” Jeffery relaxed, enjoying the skyline of the city passing around them.
***
Upstairs in the Dream Vision Studios office building in Los Angeles, California, Will Evans is finishing up an entire company email he had to send the next morning when his secretary Alexia is buzzing in the office intercom.
"Sir, your Uncle Charles is here, and he's asking for a meeting." She's telling.
Sighing in her chair, while looking sadly at the work that was still pending for the day, she replied, “Send her, Alexia. Thank you." Thank you."
Turning his computer to take a nap, Will turned to look at the night sky of the city as seen from his office. He knew about what the upcoming meeting was. It was a bitter pill he had to swallow, knowing that his actions had put his uncle in place at his job. He's got some plans to fix it, and it all depends on this meeting.
Hearing the knock and the office door open, he turned around and looked at the man who had helped him through the beginning of his journey. He looked stressed and overworked. The lines and wrinkles that formed on his face clearly showed that. The man looked at Will and smiled, half-smiling.
“Thank you, Will. It's been too long we haven't met.” Charles commented.
"Yes, that, tell me, uncle, you're here about Tom's role in [500n Summer days], right?" will ask.
“Yes, Will, I. I know that we have said some very bad things to you and your company, and I'm sorry, but I think we can make concessions for five percent at the box office, My CEO will not accept less.” Charles took a breath.
“I don't like it, uncle. The CEO of your company blatantly insulted my credibility and tried to take more credit than he should have. But, I digress, uncle, I agree this meeting is for you, not the MCA. I know you stick with the MCA because of your loyalty and seniority at the company, but it doesn't give you a strong position, despite having worked there since my father and you started working together after film school, and I'm not' You'll never get it because of the nepotistic nature that became the basis of the top hierarchy of the company.” Will tell.
"Will, nothing can be done about the deal?" Charles admitted to ignoring Will's statements about his company and how it works.
Will sighed and said, “No uncle, I'm afraid we've thought of some profitable actors, Jeffery, having an entire list of actors waiting for the role, from at least two Big Six studios, he said, we are only approaching your studio for Reagan Norris, because even though he fits that position, it is more of a choice made because of our shared history and your involvement in the company.”
“I see, if that was the case, what would you do to me Will? With this, the CEO of my company has made a statement about 'Display fangs, and tigers and dragons and what not' and while he may be blinded by ignorance, his threat is no joke. Your company and my employer's company will be at odds in the future.” Charles showed.
“I don't know Uncle Ben, the only thing I know is that your company is run by parasites like the Collins family and your CEO's autobiography says that his biggest fear is 'seeing my grandfather's company fall, because of my own blood. ' That clearly implies that no one other than Collins would be responsible for running that company. Think of it as an uncle, but I'll look to move from there if I'm in your position. ” Will be revealed.
“It's not that easy, Will. I've worked there for most of my life, I can't just leave everything!” exclaiming Charles.
"And why not? What's there, what's left? All your colleagues since my father was alive, have moved on to bigger things, other companies. Only you are left and hanging there clinging to the last remnants of the past that are no longer visible! Will reprimands, and though it may be a bit rude, Will believes that it is necessary to be able to negotiate with his uncle. “You wasted there, Uncle. They don't value your work like everyone else. And if you ignore my company altogether, there are many better alternatives for you to find a job where your value and potential are priced appropriately.”
Silence followed Will's statement and Charles sighed as he stood up and said, “I. First, let me inform this news to my CEO and we will see how he reacts. Although I have no doubt it will be something big. Thank you for meeting me.”
“You are welcome in my office anytime, Uncle Charles. I'll see you soon." He promise.
Will watched as his uncle stood up and left his office. He wonders what else the future will hold for him, as he turns on his computer and resumes completing the company's pending whole email, before he could return home in June and forget about the day.
***
It was two days later and Will had just arrived at his office, having spent a very beautiful morning with June at his home.
She was just about to call Alexia over the intercom, for tea, when Amanda barged into her office holding what looked like a copy of a local Reuters Tabloid.
"Akan! You should see this" he demanded, slamming the paper on his desk.
“Quiet Safe –“ He tried to say, but disconnected.
"Read the headline Will!"
Taking a quick look at the Tabloid headline, Will knows exactly how Matthew Collins has decided to avenge his company, as it reads.
“Hollywood has its own Judas, Will Evans stabbed MCA from behind!”