frosted-glass door of Julian F

n espresso while reviewing production budgets on a curved monitor. H

loosely to the leather sofa. "To what do I owe t

the desk, planted both hands on the wood, and leaned fo

d dangerous. "Decker Capital invested fifty million dollars into this p

aised an

ovided your team with our

ing to icy slits. "And your crew allowed a bitter ex-housewife working as a low-level PA to dictate casting

three full seconds. A sudden,

light clink, shook his head, and o

ossing it onto the desk. "You can't just fire crew members on a whim. The union regulations under IATSE and SAG-AFTRA

ing the document aside w

Every contract has a buyout clause.

ctually read the operating agreement your lawyers signed, you would know that Decker Capital is a non-voting financial partner. Cl

n's jaw

. Let's see if they're willing to turn down f

t a dry, humo

s. And as for your fifty million..." Julian leaned forward, his gaz

tian

ative producer had ever dared to call h

Christian asked, his voice dripping with condescending disbelief. "If I pull

uiet reverence. "Our director is the sole, hand-picked protégé of Eric Barnett. The moment Barnett's offic

rs against the mahogany surface

fered to cover your entire fifty-million-dollar tranche with zero creat

struck Christian lik

Manhattan. Issac Garner was Christian's generational peer-a man with dee

. The veins along his forearms stood ou

this film?" Christian hissed, his mi

ur capital, Mr. Decker, say the word. I'll have the wire return processe

rozen in the midd

His authority had no weight. He was completely outflanked by

athing into a measured, icy rhythm. He would not gi

r will participate in the live-stream audition tomorrow. But if she win

Julian said simply. "Have

e door, and stormed down the hallway,

pocket, dialing Armani before

t care what it costs or who you have to bribe. I want the complete background, real name, and per