Behind The Spotlight

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Behind The Spotlight Chapter 48

The audition ended after a long and exhaustive process. The production team began finalizing their choices based on performance, screen presence, and chemistry. It had been a tiring day of hard work. They had to sit through one performance after another, which left their bones aching from hours of inactivity. The audition wrapped up in the late afternoon.

After some discussion and a brief round of deliberation, they finally reached a consensus they could all agree on.

Led by Director Summerbelt with renewed purpose, they officially selected Lawrence Terrence as Jacky without any further doubt.

For the female lead, they chose Ellie Bridget as Rosey after narrowing the list down to several finalists. Ellie Bridget was a well-known name in the industry. Considered a B-list actress who had starred in a few films and made numerous TV guest appearances. However, she had never landed a leading role despite years of persistence. This would be her first time as the main actress. An opportunity that could completely change her career trajectory.

The production team had initially wanted to cast Jolyne Robs as Rosey due to her greater fame and box office pull, but the actress was currently too busy promoting her latest film and attending international premieres.

"Since we've got our male lead and female lead locked in, how about I recommend Kayla Martin as the supporting actress? She can play Rosey's younger sister. She's a model, but she can clearly act. She's also amazing at sucking coc-- never mind. Besides, her screen time is short, so there's little risk involved," said Producer Harper, not forgetting his earlier arrangement with Kayla Martin.

Although he failed to secure the female lead for Kayla, she still walked away with a meaningful role and a stepping stone. With the cast heading to a tropical island, Harper saw future "transactions" with Kayla under the warm sheets as not just possible, but likely.

"I'm alright with that, as long as she doesn't disrupt the flow," Director Summerbelt replied with a slight nod. He decided to allow the producer to push through one name as a compromise. As long as it didn't affect the integrity of the story, Thomas was willing to yield in small areas.

"Then let's contact them immediately and have them sign the contracts as soon as possible, preferably this week, so we can begin without delays. As for the actors who didn't make it, don't bother calling them. It's a waste of time and resources," Harper declared coldly and without hesitation.

The production team wrapped up their final tasks for the day, sorting files and contacting agents.

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"It's nice to meet you, Mr. East. I'm Balthazar Harper, producer of Passionate Island and longtime partner of Sonya-Collapse Studio."

"Nice to meet you as well."

The producer of Passionate Island and Lawrence's representative shook hands firmly, a standard gesture in high-stakes business negotiations.

Collin sat down on a leather seat across the desk. The meeting took place inside the headquarters of Sonya-Collapse Studio, in one of their glass-walled negotiation rooms. As the project overseer, Balthazar was in charge of finalizing the contracts for the two lead roles.

As expected, the actor didn't attend these types of meetings, it was always the agent who showed up. That was the industry norm. However, Harper was slightly surprised to discover that Lawrence was represented by someone from ANT, one of the top agencies in Hollywood.

"Let's not drag this out longer than it needs to be. Name your price, and let's move on."

Balthazar Harper had no interest in spending more than fifteen minutes on this negotiation. He considered it a waste of time. Lawrence Terrence was just a rising actor with only one successful film to his name. He didn't yet have the box office appeal to demand a high salary.

Collin understood that clearly. If he misplayed his hand, Lawrence could easily be dropped in favor of another actor with a more flexible salary rate.

Prior to this meeting, Collin had asked Lawrence how much he expected to earn from the movie. They discussed it thoroughly.

In fact, Lawrence was currently sitting in a restaurant near the Sonya-Collapse Studio headquarters, nervously waiting by his phone for a call from Collin, sipping his nth cup of coffee.

Lawrence had said he'd be happy to earn $1 million from this movie. That alone would change his life.

Naturally, Collin aimed to secure that amount or more. Not only to improve his client's standing but also because his own income depended on it. He earns a 15% commission on the deal. With confidence, he raised three fingers.

"Three million dollars."

Balthazar laughed out loud like someone who had just heard the punchline of a great joke. It was the funniest thing he had heard in a while.

"Collin, it seems like you don't understand your situation at all. Lawrence wasn't our first or second pick. If we're going to spend that much, we might as well hire Tommy Yatch, a proven box office name. I'll offer Lawrence $500,000. That's already generous for a new actor."

"$2.5 million would be more appropriate. Mr. Harper, I'm confident in my client's acting skills and the value he brings. I believe the reason you chose him is because Lawrence is the perfect fit for the role."

In truth, Lawrence wasn't just perfect, he transcended the role. He didn't just play Jacky, he became something more.

"Collin, you clearly understand your client's strengths, and I respect that, even if I think you're dreaming. One million. That's my final offer."

"Lawrence will elevate the film in ways no one else can. His casting makes the movie stronger from script to screen. $1.7 million, fair compensation, considering the value he brings."

"…Tch. $1.5 million. Don't be greedy. You're just a parasite in a suit leeching off your clients' blood. Agents like you deserve a place in hell, the deepest one."

Balthazar had been through this kind of negotiation countless times. He could probably write a book about it. He knew that talent agents didn't know their place in this industry.

Sure, Lawrence was talented. But he was still new. Asking for $3 million was overkill. That money could be better spent on post-production.

And yet… despite his irritation, Balthazar didn't want to lose Lawrence. His instincts as a seasoned producer were warning him, he would regret letting this actor go.

It was those instincts that had kept him successful over the years. He had a sixth sense for potential.

'If not for Lawrence's recent success in The Accidental Wedding Crashers, this conversation probably wouldn't even be happening,' Balthazar silently admitted with a grudging sigh.

Collin paused, appearing to consider his options. Then he smiled and extended his hand with calm confidence.

"It's nice doing business with you, Mr. Harper. $1.5 million it is. I'll call Lawrence right now so he can come in and sign. As for specific clauses, my client is allergic to corn, so please avoid food-related accidents."

"We'll add that to the terms and handle it on set."

"He must have his own trailer for privacy and proper preparation."

"Of course. We'll also rent an apartment near the shooting location."

With the salary agreement finalized, they shifted focus to other key contractual terms: accommodations, transportation, and dietary requirements.

Overall, Balthazar was content with the $1.5 million figure, even if he didn't get the final say.

The film's budget was $25 million, with a flexible buffer, and spending $1.5 million on the male lead wasn't a bad investment. Especially if it raised the movie's quality.

Half an hour later, after the revised contract was prepared, Lawrence arrived with a lawyer. They reviewed the paperwork carefully, ensuring all terms were legally sound. Once both parties confirmed the final version, they signed the deal. Officially securing Lawrence's first major film role.

With that, Lawrence earned a $1.5 million salary for the film, his biggest payday yet. He would receive $750,000 upfront at the signing, with the remaining $750,000 to be paid upon completion of filming. This structure was designed to encourage consistent performance throughout the filming.

Naturally, Collin would take his 15% per their agreement, reducing Lawrence's initial take-home amount.

The actor didn't mind at all. In fact, he was overwhelmed and deeply impressed. Collin had managed to negotiate a deal that was 50% higher than what he had originally hoped for.

It felt surreal.

 

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Behind The Spotlight Chapter 49


Lawrence was officially cast in the romance movie Passionate Island after a nerve-wracking audition and an emotionally charged performance.

His salary was $1.5 million, a number that still didn't feel real to him. However, he only received half of that amount upfront, as part of the standard payment structure for a new actor like him, who lacked strong industry credibility.

The remaining half would be paid upon completion of his work and after filming wrapped up. This clause was added to ensure that Lawrence wouldn't abandon the project midway or vanish during production.

Furthermore, if Lawrence seriously violated the contract, such as missing scheduled shoots without valid reasons or causing major conflicts on set, he could forfeit the remaining balance entirely. He might even be fired from the project, though that kind of action was typically reserved for extreme situations where no other choice remained.

Lawrence and Collin stepped out of the Sonya-Collapse building with light steps and lifted spirits. They were in a good mood, and for good reason. They had just secured a career-defining deal.

Just a few months ago, neither of them could land big projects or earn real money like most top-tier talents in the industry.

But everything changed when The Accidental Wedding Crashers was released and became a hit. Suddenly, they weren't nobodies anymore.

As they headed to the parking lot under the blazing sun, Lawrence glanced at Collin with admiration. At that moment, he fully realized just how good a decision it had been to sign with him. He chuckled at the memory of how he initially thought Collin only wanted to sign him to use him for shady deals. Specifically, to seduce wealthy old hags as a boy toy in superficial business arrangements.

"Collin, thank you for helping me through everything. You've changed my life more than you probably know. I mean it. If it weren't for you, I'd probably still be flipping pizzas at my old job. Thank you for believing in me when no one else did."

"You don't have to thank me so dramatically. I'm just doing my job like any decent agent would," Collin waved off the praise nonchalantly and entered the car as though compliments didn't affect him.

He was still driving the same bumpy, smoke-belching car that looked and sounded like it could explode at any second. He had been meaning to buy a better one, but his hectic schedule hadn't allowed it.

Lately, he'd been swamped with meetings and press events, especially while collaborating with Uni-Versus Pictures to promote The Accidental Wedding Crashers in multiple cities.

He would've settled for a second-hand upgrade, anything that wasn't embarrassing to drive. A car that didn't spew black smoke like an industrial chimney.

"Also, you and Axel will attend a show tomorrow to promote the movie. I already confirmed your schedule. Don't forget."

"Of course," Lawrence replied without hesitation. He'd signed a contract requiring him to promote The Accidental Wedding Crashers, and he was being paid for it too. Promotion was included in Uni-Versus' PR budget.

"You just need to trust me a little more. I recognized your talent the moment I saw you. You've got to start believing in yourself the way I believe in you. We're not small players anymore, we're climbing up. So how about we swing by the bank and settle my commission? Don't think I forgot that easily."

"Let's go," Lawrence said with a bright laugh. He had no intention of cheating his agent or withholding his dues. That was the last thing he'd do. Especially to someone who had believed in him and helped him secure such a big payday.

Fifteen percent of $1.5 million amounted to $225,000. After deducting ANT's agency fee of $67,000, Collin earned a clean $158,000 in commission.

It was a great day, perhaps the best in his career so far. Collin had just made a six-figure income from a single business deal, and without even breaking a sweat. He could clearly see the road ahead to success. He smirked in satisfaction.

Even if he wanted to, Collin couldn't hide the $1.5 million deal from ANT. He was required to report the full transaction and wire the $67,000 owed to the company immediately.

There had been instances of agents vanishing after pocketing large commissions, disappearing without a trace. But those agents were swiftly blacklisted in Hollywood permanently.

Worse still, ANT was notorious for its top-tier search team. Rumor had it they hired ex-detectives or intelligence officers. They could track down rogue agents and bring them to justice with legal force. Some agents even went to jail after being found and tried in court.

Collin also heard that ANT was trying to tighten this aspect of business even further. They wanted talent fees to go through the agency first, with agents being paid only after reports and performance evaluations. But this system hadn't been implemented yet, facing resistance from long-term agents who valued their independence.

So, under the current setup, Collin and Lawrence had to process the transaction the old-fashioned way.

They arrived at the bank under the scorching heat and completed the process with smooth paperwork. Collin received his share with a grin on his face, then immediately wired ANT's share to their official bank account. He confirmed the transfer by contacting the company's accounting office through his phone.

Afterward, Collin and Lawrence went their separate ways with casual waves. They each had their own lives and responsibilities to attend to.

Lawrence wasn't bitter that his $750,000 payout had dropped to $525,000 after deductions. He owed Collin far too much to complain. The fact that Collin had signed a nobody like him still meant the world to Lawrence and he never forgot it.

Under the shade of a nearby tree, Lawrence smiled as he stared at his passbook. Money, fame, and art. Those were the three pillars that drove him. They were the biggest reasons he pursued this career despite all its hardships. And now, he had proof that dreams were achievable through talent and perseverance.

This first $1.5 million salary would forever remain in his memory as the symbol of his turning point. His heart pounded like a drum in his chest.

He spotted a phone booth on the street corner and used it to call his parents back home. They had been hesitant about his career choice at first, but they had supported him quietly in their own way. Lawrence gently wiped his tears with his sleeve, realizing only then that he was crying. Tears fell onto his T-shirt like soft raindrops.

"Hehe, I'm getting emotional like an idiot."

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Elsewhere in the city, Collin was driving monotonously with one hand on the wheel. He glanced at the broken radio in his car, almost wishing it would magically start working.

It didn't.

He then looked at the rearview mirror and saw the thick black smoke trailing from his car like a moving pollution machine.

"…No wonder the guards at the apartment complex look at me like I'm some kind of criminal," he muttered under his breath.

Still, he had closed a great deal today, reason enough to celebrate. There was no excuse now to keep driving a car that looked and sounded like a dying steam engine.

'Maybe buying a brand-new car is better than getting a second-hand one. A Toyuta or Hunda will do, something cheap to maintain, but long-lasting and smoke-free.'

He decided he would reward himself as soon as his schedule cleared up a bit. He was still the producer of The Accidental Wedding Crashers, and that job wasn't over yet.

"Hey, you fucking bastard! Your car's gonna cause lung cancer! Take that thing to a scrapyard!"

Collin heard a voice full of fury and looked out his window. A homeless man was shouting at him from the side of the road while his car chugged along, belching black smoke like a malfunctioning industrial engine.

"..."

Collin cringed so hard that his face twitched.

While driving, he noticed a car dealership just a block ahead. Without a second thought, he pulled over.

His decision was firm and irreversible now. This old, embarrassing car was ruining his image as a professional talent agent.

That day, Collin finally rewarded himself with a new vehicle. He bought a Toyuta Corulla for $10,000 after a brief chat with the dealer.

He cherished that car ever since.

 

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Behind The Spotlight Chapter 50

December 4, 1995.

It had been seven weeks since the premiere of The Accidental Wedding Crashers took the box office by storm. The movie grossed over $147 million at the North American box office after 45 days of screening. An undeniable achievement for such an unexpected hit.

The number of theaters screening the movie had dropped to 1,700 from its initial wide release of more than 2,100 screens. However, the situation was different in other countries, where the hype was only just beginning.

Uni-Versus Pictures had a worldwide distribution network that few could rival. This allowed them to send their movies to international markets efficiently and with greater reach.

Once domestic theater counts began declining, Uni-Versus kicked into global gear. They began shipping the 4-foot-long film reels, carefully packed and labeled, to foreign countries to continue the film's momentum abroad.

Their first targets were English-speaking countries like the UK, Australia, and others where Western comedy typically performed well.

In 1995, technology was still behind the future digital age. Movies were distributed via bulky physical reels rather than lightweight digital transfers, making global distribution logistically challenging and demanding.

This was why only a select few studios had the resources and experience to distribute movies worldwide smoothly. It took at least a decade of effort and infrastructure to build a distribution chain that truly worked across borders.

At that time, only the Big Six and a few selected B-list studios with extensive international ties could manage such feats without much friction.

So, while The Accidental Wedding Crashers was winding down in North America and being overshadowed by newer releases, it was only just launching overseas. Anticipation in foreign countries was high, and international box office results would take longer to report due to slower systems abroad.

"Congratulations. I guess your decision to greenlight the movie paid off after all."

Henry Greyson raised his glass and clinked it gently against Collin's, the soft chime ringing through the festive air.

Tonight was the celebration party for The Accidental Wedding Crashers. Collin had asked Henry if he knew of a good venue to rent, and naturally, he invited Henry along with many others involved in the project to join the event.

The venue was an open area illuminated by gentle garden lights. A soft hymn of violins filled the air, with musicians performing peaceful, elegant tunes to match the occasion. Long tables were adorned with drinks and delicacies carefully curated to impress the guests.

Collin ensured every detail was handled, from food service to music cues. As the producer, he wanted the celebration to be meaningful. While he was getting tired of the position, he understood the importance of this event. To make things smoother, he'd hired a professional party manager to take care of the arrangements so he could enjoy the night.

A successful movie deserved a celebration worthy of its triumph. The Accidental Wedding Crashers had become a breakout hit that surprised critics and audiences alike. Out of the thousands of movies released in 1995, only six grossed over $100 million at the North American box office.

That made this film a certified box office hit and a standout success of 1995.

It was a big W.

A major win for everyone involved.

And now, they had gathered to celebrate the size of the W with laughter, wine, and good company.

Perhaps only a few people would understand that reference.

Collin looked around and saw the cast enjoying themselves in a moment of pure joy. Some had already downed a few glasses of alcohol, their cheeks flushed and collars loosened as they talked louder than usual.

Uni-Versus also participated in the event as a sign of goodwill and a marketing opportunity. The studio even invited some celebrities to liven up the atmosphere. Each guest had their own reason for attending. Some wanted to network with the rising stars, while others were simply looking for a fun night out.

However, something obvious stood out in the mingling crowd. Wyatt was attracting attention like a magnet, surrounded by people who were drawn to the director behind the surprise box office hit.

"If you'd asked me months ago if Wyatt would make it in this industry, I'd have said no," Henry admitted, swirling the wine in his glass. "He was too inexperienced. Still looks like a kid with those chubby cheeks. But now? I don't even know what to believe anymore. His success is undeniable."

Henry's face was flushed, likely from the wine. His tone was loose, his words coming out without filters.

Collin nodded slowly. If not for his golden vision, he wouldn't have backed Wyatt's directorial debut so confidently.

"Just like I said before, Collin… you really know how to pick the right people."

Collin laughed genuinely, touched by the sincerity in Henry's voice. It was real praise, rare and meaningful, and it made him feel unexpectedly emotional.

"Thank you, Henry."

Henry Greyson was the producer who had previously overseen Director Esteban's project earlier that year. He was also the friend who helped Collin get Wyatt on that project. Collin had never forgotten that favor.

Director Esteban's film had been a drama with mature themes, released before The Accidental Wedding Crashers. Its modest $12 million budget returned a respectable $83 million in the domestic box office.

Though successful, the studio felt the film's niche subject matter didn't warrant international distribution. As a result, its profits remained limited despite its strong reception.

Collin knew that Wyatt's opportunity on Esteban's set had helped him gain the experience he needed before leading his own project.

"How's Director Esteban doing these days?" Collin asked casually, giving his wine glass a gentle swirl as they settled into chairs near the edge of the party.

Around them, the celebration was reaching a peak. Music and laughter mixed with the scent of perfume and alcohol. More guests were getting tipsy, the mood turning chaotic but joyous. Collin even caught a faint whiff of weed lingering in the air.

"He's doing great," Henry replied, hiccupping with a smile. "The movie wrapped on a high note. He's taking a break, no plans for a new project this year. He wants to relax for a bit."

"That's good to hear. Then maybe you've got some free time to take on another project, if you're interested. I'm looking for someone I can fully trust."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Henry frowned, squinting slightly. Despite his buzz, Collin's words cut through the haze.

"Wyatt's ready to start a new project. I'm looking for a producer who can help him pitch it to a studio. Interested?" Collin asked with a smile, a spark flickering in his eyes.

"..." Henry paused. His eyes sharpened, a sober glint flashing through them. He turned to look at Wyatt, who was still surrounded by admirers like the true star of the night.

"When we started The Accidental Wedding Crashers, I approached so many producers and asked if they'd manage the project or give Wyatt a chance," Collin said, a sudden laugh breaking through his voice. "Every single one of them turned me down without hesitation. Not even a second thought."

He leaned back and chuckled, almost bitterly.

"Now? They've been asking me about Wyatt's next project like nothing ever happened. Acting like they've supported him all along. They want to be his producer now, trying to ride his wave."

He grinned, his expression laced with contempt.

Those bastards were shameless. Spineless. It was laughable.

Collin turned to Henry, his green eyes glowing slightly in the soft light. He wasn't even looking directly at him, his gaze hovered just above his head, as though he was seeing something invisible, something only he could perceive.

"Collin..."

In that moment, Henry realized something. Collin had changed. He was no longer a desperate agent scrambling for work. There was a new confidence in him. An unshakable presence that only came with success.

Henry swallowed hard, trying to ease the sudden dryness in his throat. It was probably the alcohol… or maybe it was something else entirely.

 

[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 51


--Henry Greyson

--Crisis Management (White)

Collin had been using his superpower for more than ten months since it first mysteriously awakened. He had gradually learned how it worked and how to activate it, at least, he believed so.

If a person did something related to their talent, whether consciously or subconsciously, words would form above their head like a glowing label that only Collin could see.

Aside from that, if Collin initiated a conversation with someone and the topic involved the person's talent, words would also appear above their head, even if they weren't actively demonstrating their skill at that moment. He had only recently discovered this through trial and error and was still unsure of the exact mechanics, as the power didn't come with an instruction manual.

This explained why, when he and Wyatt discussed comedy scripts, Wyatt's two golden talents shone brightly almost as if basking in divine light.

Collin had also used this method when interviewing members of the production crew for The Accidental Wedding Crashers. These professionals didn't have the opportunity to showcase their talent in action, yet Collin still saw the glowing words hovering above them like nameplates, revealing their hidden potential. He hired the useful ones.

Now, he was using the same trick to determine Henry Greyson's talent while carefully steering their conversation.

'A white talent related to crisis management, not bad at all.' Collin quietly nodded to himself.

That explained how Henry had swiftly resolved the issue with the casting director who assaulted an actress, all without sparking a public scandal.

Collin had experienced firsthand the stress and complexity of being a producer, and he had no intention of taking on that role again. It was too mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausting. Collin had already found his own way to earn a good living through talent representation and industry deals. Producing movies, with its delayed payoffs and high stakes, just didn't appeal to him at all.

His current methods were more direct and yielded faster returns. While commissions might be smaller than profit shares, they came quicker and didn't involve the nerve-wracking uncertainty of a movie's performance. Films could take years to pay off and sometimes flopped without warning.

"I heard you helped Wyatt as a producer and that you have a share in the profits. The Accidental Wedding Crashers grossed over $140 million, your share must be worth millions. Are you sure you don't want to keep producing movies?" Henry asked, half-curious, half-amused.

"Nah. I don't want to deal with that kind of load again. The work is too much, and I like breathing freely."

"Then why me?" Henry asked, still puzzled.

"Because we're friends, and I value loyalty. I can entrust Wyatt to you without worrying about betrayal or incompetence. Unlike the other producers, who are just greedy, you're one of the few I know with a conscience and a working moral compass. Wyatt needs someone who can manage a project without stabbing him in the back. He's still new in this industry, and you're a veteran. You have better connections to investors and distribution studios, resources that can elevate his next film. If you choose to work with Wyatt, you won't regret it. I promise you that."

"Wow, you're that confident in Wyatt?" Henry chuckled and took a gulp of his drink, slightly overwhelmed by Collin's unwavering faith. Truthfully, the only reason he'd even come to the party was because Collin invited him and because he didn't have any current projects.

"Of course. He's my client, and I believe in his talent completely. I wouldn't have signed him if I didn't believe in him from the very beginning."

"Fair enough," Henry muttered, now genuinely considering the offer.

He weighed the proposal seriously. His standard pay ranged from $500,000 to $1 million per project, depending on the film's scale. On top of that, he had a profit-sharing clause tied to the box office, though it was determined by the investors, who held real control.

If a movie didn't gross at least $50 million, Henry only received his base salary. But if the box office crossed that benchmark, he earned a 3% cut of the profits as a reward for success. It wasn't much, considering he was just a B-list producer in an industry obsessed with A-listers.

Yes, even producers had tiers, just like actors, agents, and directors. Henry primarily worked on small to mid-budget films where both risks and rewards were moderate.

As for copyrights, he had no stake unless specifically outlined in a separate legal agreement with investors.

"You think Wyatt's going to be a superstar director?"

"I believe in him with everything I've got," Collin repeated firmly, his voice resolute.

"Well… let's see where this takes us. I've got no projects lined up at the moment, so I might as well take the opportunity before someone else does."

Henry extended his hand with a smile. Collin grinned as the two shook hands in mutual understanding. Tonight's party had become a success just from securing this new partnership.

Collin didn't want Wyatt to be tainted by Hollywood's dark side, at least, not yet, while he still had some innocence left. A strict and principled person like Henry was the perfect guardian for that goal.

Henry was also clearly better than the producers Collin had approached a few months ago when nobody gave Wyatt a chance. The only reason he'd even spoken to those people was because they had open schedules and the project needed someone to manage, not because they were the best choices.

'Their rejections helped me make money, though, so I guess I should thank them too.'

Collin and Henry clinked their glasses again as they soaked in the party's buzz, full of success and potential.

The celebration continued late into the night, with laughter echoing and most guests already gone, off to nurse their hangovers. Collin had successfully expanded his network after conversing with executives from multiple studios and agents who now recognized his name. He'd even handed out business cards to several attending directors, including a few notable ones who showed interest.

Axel and Wyatt had both left long before midnight. Collin had seen Wyatt sneaking away with a young actress, the two giggling as they vanished together, never to return, that suggested something.

Axel, meanwhile, had a gloomier expression and gave Collin a weak, half-hearted smile before saying his goodbyes.

Henry had also left.

Only Lawrence and Jennifer remained from the original group. Jennifer looked completely sober despite drinking all night, alcohol didn't seem to affect her. Collin already knew she had an absurdly high tolerance.

As for Lawrence… well, the actor was wobbling across the street like a baby learning to walk.

"Collin, you might want to call a taxi for Lawrence before he faceplants into a fire hydrant. He lives near this building, but he probably can't walk straight without zigzagging into traffic. He might get into an accident or worse. You don't want your promising client to get his brain matter splattered everywhere while his intestines and organs are—"

"Okay, hit the brakes, Jennifer. You might want to control your mouth before someone throws a drink at you."

"Shut your bitch ass up and let me say what I want. You, a depressed agent with a failed romantic relationship."

"Okay, fine, I give up. I'll talk to Lawrence. I know his address, and it's not far. If it weren't in the opposite direction from my place, I'd drive him home myself. Still, taking care of a drunk person is such a hassle."

Collin walked over to Lawrence, who was mumbling something nonsensical and emotionally loaded. The actor was leaning against the wall of a closed storefront.

"Hehe… what do you think, Uncle? You said I'd never succeed as an actor, well, look at me now! Say it to my face again! Instead of judging me, why don't you educate your daughter who had eight kids with different men!"

…Damn.

Collin blinked. Apparently, Lawrence's female cousin had her own chaotic drama. What a juicy drop of backstory from a drunken rant.

"Hey, Lawrence, just stay there. Please don't move. I'm calling a taxi to take you home before you try to fly."

"Hm? Apartment? Ah, yes yes! I can drive. I bought a brand new car, and I want to drive it! Broom! Broom!" he exclaimed, mimicking a steering wheel with dramatic flair.

"No, that's not safe—"

Collin's words were cut short when Jennifer suddenly appeared between them like a thundercloud. She glared coldly at Lawrence's drunken state, looking like she was about to pass judgment with zero mercy.

 

[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 52

Jennifer grabbed Lawrence by his collar with the strength of someone fueled by righteous fury. Lawrence was stunned by the sudden aggression, but his slow reaction time failed to counter Jennifer's quick movements.

"You sick fuck. If I ever hear that you drive while drunk, I will crush your balls and feed them to wolves! Do you hear me?" she spat with venom, her eyes blazing with unfiltered rage.

Lawrence was too shocked to respond as his brain struggled to process the sudden verbal and physical assault. He was a theater kid, never prone to real-life violence, and now stood frozen like a deer caught in headlights.

"H-Hey, Jennifer. He's just drunk. Don't take what he says seriously," Collin tried to mediate, raising his hands to diffuse the tension.

Collin stepped in before things escalated into something worse.

"…I won't do it. Sorry," Lawrence muttered, sobered by fear and embarrassment.

He snapped out of his stupor as reality hit him harder than alcohol ever could. Now he was more somber.

"Good. If I ever hear you're drunk driving…" Jennifer said darkly, leaving the threat unfinished but heavy with implication.

"Okay, okay. Stop this now," Collin gently interjected again, hoping to settle things down once and for all.

Jennifer listened to Collin and released Lawrence, her fingers twitching before she finally let go.

Lawrence fixed his collar with trembling hands and glared at Jennifer with wounded pride but decided not to speak further, wisely choosing silence over more trouble.

"I will take my leave and call a taxi. You too, Collin. You shouldn't drive while under the influence," Jennifer said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear and straightening her posture.

"Yes, I'll call a taxi too. Take care, Jennifer," Collin nodded, grateful the storm had passed.

The situation de-escalated, and Jennifer walked away with long, purposeful strides, leaving a heavy silence.

"Let's go. Don't worry about your car, it's parked in the lot, and mine's there too. I'll call a taxi for you," Collin offered, patting Lawrence on the back.

"What is her problem, man? She's crazy. I know she has a foul mouth, but randomly choking me is so messed up," Lawrence winced as he fixed his suit, still visibly shaken.

Unfortunately, the effort didn't hide the fact that he was a mess, with wrinkled clothes and unsteady footing.

"I don't know the full story, but I heard that Jennifer's older brother was killed in a drunk driving incident. The driver was under the influence and took her brother's life," Collin said in a quieter, more serious tone.

"…I'm sorry. I didn't know that. No wonder she's mad at me," Lawrence whispered, regret slowly settling in.

He scratched his head with a guilty expression. Lately, success had gone to his head, and he'd started to feel invincible, like nothing could touch him.

Earning a $1.5 million salary had inflated his ego and shrunk his humility.

"You can apologize to her the next time you see her, once things calm down. I know Jennifer. She's got a foul mouth, but she's kind deep down, despite the way she acts. She'll probably text you tomorrow to apologize," Collin smiled faintly.

"Yeah. I'll apologize," Lawrence nodded, finally understanding the gravity of his actions.

Collin found a taxi for Lawrence after a few minutes of waiting. The actor thanked him before leaving with a tired wave.

Later, Collin received a text from Lawrence confirming that he had returned safely to his apartment.

As for Collin himself, he followed Jennifer's advice and called a taxi, choosing not to risk anything reckless.

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"Good morning, sir," a young voice greeted as the door opened.

"Good morning, Secretary Han. What's our agenda today?" Greg asked as he walked briskly to his desk.

At the top floor of Wash Dismay Studio, the Chairman of the company entered his office and asked his male secretary to go over the day's schedule, as he did every morning.

Chairman Greg Marinero sat down and glanced around his office, lined with luxury and the scent of polished wood. He had served as Chairman of Wash Dismay for a decade now, ten long years of corporate climbing and ruthless business moves. His achievements were displayed across the office like a curated museum of success.

Photographs of successful movies he promoted were fixed to the walls, framed in gold and silver. Dozens of trophies from prestigious awards gleamed on display shelves, catching sunlight like a spotlight. He was proud of every accomplishment and made sure anyone who entered knew it.

"Sir, today you will meet…" Secretary Han began, flipping through a folder.

The 57-year-old Chairman listened to his secretary with a distant yet focused expression.

"Okay, you can leave now," he said with a dismissive wave.

The secretary excused himself as Greg grabbed the morning newspaper and settled into his chair. The headline was about the comedy film released in October that had unexpectedly become the talk of the industry. The movie was considered the dark horse of 1995. No one had expected such a low-budget film to strike gold at the box office.

December 10, 1995. The Accidental Wedding Crashers had grossed over $152 million at the North American box office after 50 days of screening. It had also been released in Australia, the UK, Paris, Japan, and other countries, grossing over $17 million during its first week of international screening despite minimal promotion.

Greg slightly frowned as a bitter memory resurfaced. He recalled Taylor personally calling him about this movie months ago.

Taylor had said the film had potential and could be profitable if acquired. Greg approved a $35 million offer to buy the movie and secure the rights. Judging by what had happened since, Taylor had failed spectacularly.

Picking up the phone beside him, Greg instructed his secretary to summon Taylor and Emmanuel to his office immediately, no excuses.

Within ten minutes, the two arrived, standing stiff with anxious eyes. Taylor was sweating profusely from stress, while Emmanuel looked like he had sprinted through hell itself. Both men had a sense of what was coming, but neither wanted to speak first.

Greg's expression made it abundantly clear. He was furious about what happened with The Accidental Wedding Crashers.

"Tell me why you failed to get the movie," Greg said in a low voice, sharp as a blade.

His eyes locked onto them like a hawk's gaze, unblinking and predatory. He maintained Wash Dismay's elite status by ensuring every employee was either exceptional at their job or quickly replaced. He didn't like failure and he especially didn't like failure from Taylor and Emmanuel.

He also liked power-tripping. Perhaps that was the main reason he called them in, to assert dominance in person.

Taylor had been with the company longer than Emmanuel and knew how ugly things could get. He loved his job, had a housing loan, and couldn't afford to lose his position under any circumstances.

"Sir, it's because of this stupid guy," Taylor declared without blinking.

He pointed at Emmanuel without hesitation or regret, like it was second nature. Hollywood was a concrete jungle where survival of the fittest ruled even in boardrooms.

"Huh!?" Emmanuel gasped.

He was stunned, floored that Taylor would throw him under the bus so blatantly. He had assumed Taylor would take responsibility and explain the situation, especially since Taylor was the one who had failed to acquire the movie from the beginning.

"I-It's not me!" Emmanuel stammered.

"Shut up!" Taylor raised his voice and turned to Greg with dramatic flair.

"Sir, this bastard kept pestering the director and his agent. That's why we didn't get the movie!" Taylor lied through his teeth, desperation thick in his tone.

His excuse was rushed and obviously fake, like a bad impromptu performance. But he was gambling that Greg didn't care about the truth, only the outcome.

"That didn't happen!" Emmanuel shouted, eyes wide with disbelief.

"Your name is Emmanuel, right?" Greg asked coldly, staring at him like a judge about to deliver a death sentence. He didn't care if the excuse was real, only that the result was failure.

He lived by a motto: if a worker couldn't maintain peak performance, they didn't deserve to be at Wash Dismay, no matter their resume.

"You're fired. Guards, take him out!" Greg barked like a general on the battlefield.

The security, stationed just outside the doors, entered and forcibly removed Emmanuel, who shouted in protest while struggling to break free.

Taylor stood frozen, drenched in sweat down to his undershirt, watching the whole charade with silent horror.

Greg smiled faintly now that the outburst had passed. He loved being on top of the food chain, having the power to lift or destroy someone's future at a whim. The intoxicating control was like a drug he couldn't get enough of.

"Taylor."

"Y-Yes, sir!" Taylor snapped to attention.

"I don't want this to happen again," Greg said coolly, leaning back into his chair.

"Sir, yes, sir!" Taylor responded, tense and eager to please.

"Also, try to contact the director of The Accidental Wedding Crashers. Maybe he's interested in working with us. As long as he has an interesting script, we'll invest."

"Yes, sir!" Taylor bowed slightly, mentally recording every word.

He looked like a soldier being reprimanded in a war room. He kept saying "yes" and "sir," even saluting by reflex.

Once the door closed and the tension vanished with it, Greg began laughing, clutching his stomach like he'd just watched a slapstick comedy.

To him, it was all too funny and absolutely entertaining.