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,

lace beaming with joy too. He had never imagined that his life would have such a luming point. Truthfully, he had

he did not

well with the project. Xaver did not even bother to investigate the disappearance of Ron, and he even said that once the company

best ile made him smile like an icin most of the time. After he returned to his cubicle, he called Mr. Simpson Ir, and relayed Xavier’s

< you for your hard work, Mr. Price! Il you have time

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

thought in mind, he agreed

was the norm these days, so lan did not find it edd. He picked up the phone

a shillemale voice ringing loudly nearby. Hon date you not let me

had not heard that woman’s voice