Sweet Subterfuge

‘Mr. Seymour, Mr. Cine of Eagle Entertainment just caled to ask you were free tonight. He wants to treat you to dinner,”

“Mr. Seymour, Mr. Clayton of Holos Media sert you an invitation to attend his daughter’s wedding on Saturday, and he hopes that you will attend.”

“Mr. Seymour. Mr. Simpson Jr. of WinterSky Entertainment wants to invest one hundred million dollars in our movie. He says that if you fret that it is encugh, he can add more to ”

Ever since Xavier met with Stephen, lan was constantly running over to Xavier’s office to inform him of one thing or another. Compared to the previous months, he was doing this a lot more than usual.

Xavier In a cigar that he had been saving up for a very long time, one leg resting on the knee of his other. He had a lock cl absolute self- satisfaction on his face as he puffed on his cigar.

“Tell Mr. Simpson Jr, that our project requires, at the very least, a starting investment of two hundred million dollars, and there are limited spots. First come, first served” he said unhumedy, his tone smug. It was a major contrast hom the way he was begging people to Invest in his movie like a loser a few days ago,

had never imagined that his life would have such a luming point. Truthfully, he had already witten up a new resume in preparation to be

he did not need

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he was very polite to lan. ‘Thar < you for

else’s eyes and the only person who Xavier had high regard for. Now that fan was flattered by so many bosses, he was a little euphoric from it all and had the thought of expanding his connections. To have an extra friend would mean that he would have

that thought in mind, he

up. This was the norm these days, so lan did not find it edd. He picked up the phone and said “Hello? very

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had not heard that woman’s voice cllen, he was