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When Collin confirmed that it was a talk show, he was elated. His expectations instantly rose.
"Then—"
"Although we are still negotiating the contract, and I'm not the one who represents this business deal, the authority lies elsewhere."
"Who is it?"
The agent who made the deal with Nation TV would naturally have the strongest authority in the production team. Collin had to meet the agent in charge and talk to him or her about Jennifer Robs becoming the host of the show before the positions were locked.
"It's Salvador Manuel."
"..."
At first, Collin was excited, but when he heard the name of the agent in charge of the negotiation, his smile gradually faded.
He knew Salvador Manuel. Although they rarely met each other, he knew about the agent.
Salvador was a veteran agent in the company, even having worked under the last CEO, with decades of experience. He was in his 50s and had strong influence in the film department as one of the executives and also one of the biggest shareholders in the company. He was basically the biggest boss in the film department, the head of the department.
Salvador was also the agent who was eager to take Lawrence Terrence's contract from Collin. They only met a few times, but Collin could see the greed in the old man's eyes.
If Collin was right, Salvador was still interested in Lawrence and waiting for an opportunity, especially now that Lawrence had been recognized as the Romance Box Office King in these past few years. Lawrence's box office appeal didn't downgrade, it became much stronger, and his salary increased year by year. It was obvious that Salvador wanted the actor because of the money he could earn from Lawrence.
On top of that, Salvador had stronger influence in Hollywood and could bring better projects to Lawrence. Salvador had connections in the Big Six production studios.
In terms of status and influence, Salvador was a better choice compared to Collin on paper.
However, Collin had a talent that Salvador didn't have, something unique. Collin could "recognize" a person's talent innately.
The reason why Lawrence kept making box office hit after box office hit was because of Collin's strategic planning.
If not for Collin choosing romance movies, Lawrence would probably never have achieved his current status.
'Lawrence is good at romance and comedy genres, with rom-coms being a natural extension of his strengths. Even with longer work experience, Salvador won't help much with Lawrence's career.'
Especially when all of the projects that Lawrence worked on involved talented directors. This was a double safety measure that Collin prepared so that Lawrence's movies would always have great box office performance.
Talented actor + talented director.
A proven formula.
Collin was the only one who could provide that constant assurance to any actor and deliver consistent results.
Still, Collin was in a dilemma. He had to face Salvador sooner or later.
Lila could see through Collin's expression even though the agent was acting nonchalant. She was the CEO of the company, and she also knew about the politics happening inside.
In fact, just yesterday, someone from the music department visited her. It was Griffith Goodhope, an ambitious executive. Griffith said that Princess Chantal and the new rock band, Pulse Static, which Collin and Arnold signed respectively, should be transferred to the music department because they were better at handling this kind of job.
There had been rumors about Pulse Static's potential to become a superstar band, and Griffith was eager to take advantage of the opportunity to steal them along with Princess Chantal.
So before things became difficult to handle, Griffith talked to Lila about Princess Chantal and Pulse Static. He knew that once Pulse Static became famous, it would be impossible to transfer the contract to the music department, just like what happened with Princess Chantal.
Actually, an agent from the film department signing a music artist was nothing new in the company. Most of the time, the music department just let it be because these music artists didn't really have good runs in their careers.
But Princess Chantal was different. The singer was earning hundreds of millions per year. Her album sales went five times Platinum. And it seemed that Pulse Static also had the same potential.
Lila listened to Griffith's opinion, but she didn't give him any answer about transferring the contract, not when Princess Chantal and Pulse Static had signed record deals with Moonrise Music, a record label that Lila was a co-owner of.
In her opinion, it would be better to let Collin and Arnold handle Princess Chantal and Pulse Static because their goals were aligned.
If another agent acquired Princess Chantal's or Pulse Static's contract, that agent might look for a different record label, which could jeopardize the deal.
So, Lila didn't promise Griffith anything. She said that Griffith should talk to Collin and Arnold about these matters, redirecting the responsibility.
And now, her opinion regarding Collin, Salvador, and Lawrence was also the same. Let them handle these things themselves.
"Thank you, Lila."
Once Collin found the agent responsible for the business deal regarding the talk show, he bid farewell politely. He needed time to think about his next step.
Lila watched Collin leave the office.
"As expected, he didn't even invite me to dinner or something."
She slightly pouted. She answered his questions and helped him identify who to talk to, yet Collin didn't even offer anything in return.
.........
......
...
Collin sat in his office and thought about the matters seriously. He was in a dilemma.
'I should meet Salvador sooner rather than later, or else someone might take the position of talk show host.'
He knew how tough the competition was. An agent would do everything to make sure their client became the talk show host. Even though the project was just starting with no clear direction yet, becoming a talk show host was always a good thing.
It didn't matter whether it was a late show or a morning show. As long as the client became a talk show host, it was considered a stable career with a stable source of income.
In fact, Jennifer Randon's salary per episode of The Singing Voice Season 3 was $50,000. If she became a talk show host and the show had a great run, Jennifer's salary would be even higher.
Collin heard that Ray Reno's salary on The Tonight Show was over $400,000 per episode, and that was a few years ago. His salary was probably higher than $400,000 now.
For Collin, that amount was worth talking to Salvador Manuel.
'But I have nothing that can interest Salvador.'
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[Thank you for reading this novel.]
When Collin confirmed that it was a talk show, he was elated. His expectations instantly rose.
"Then—"
"Although we are still negotiating the contract, and I'm not the one who represents this business deal, the authority lies elsewhere."
"Who is it?"
The agent who made the deal with Nation TV would naturally have the strongest authority in the production team. Collin had to meet the agent in charge and talk to him or her about Jennifer Robs becoming the host of the show before the positions were locked.
"It's Salvador Manuel."
"..."
At first, Collin was excited, but when he heard the name of the agent in charge of the negotiation, his smile gradually faded.
He knew Salvador Manuel. Although they rarely met each other, he knew about the agent.
Salvador was a veteran agent in the company, even having worked under the last CEO, with decades of experience. He was in his 50s and had strong influence in the film department as one of the executives and also one of the biggest shareholders in the company. He was basically the biggest boss in the film department, the head of the department.
Salvador was also the agent who was eager to take Lawrence Terrence's contract from Collin. They only met a few times, but Collin could see the greed in the old man's eyes.
If Collin was right, Salvador was still interested in Lawrence and waiting for an opportunity, especially now that Lawrence had been recognized as the Romance Box Office King in these past few years. Lawrence's box office appeal didn't downgrade, it became much stronger, and his salary increased year by year. It was obvious that Salvador wanted the actor because of the money he could earn from Lawrence.
On top of that, Salvador had stronger influence in Hollywood and could bring better projects to Lawrence. Salvador had connections in the Big Six production studios.
In terms of status and influence, Salvador was a better choice compared to Collin on paper.
However, Collin had a talent that Salvador didn't have, something unique. Collin could "recognize" a person's talent innately.
The reason why Lawrence kept making box office hit after box office hit was because of Collin's strategic planning.
If not for Collin choosing romance movies, Lawrence would probably never have achieved his current status.
'Lawrence is good at romance and comedy genres, with rom-coms being a natural extension of his strengths. Even with longer work experience, Salvador won't help much with Lawrence's career.'
Especially when all of the projects that Lawrence worked on involved talented directors. This was a double safety measure that Collin prepared so that Lawrence's movies would always have great box office performance.
Talented actor + talented director.
A proven formula.
Collin was the only one who could provide that constant assurance to any actor and deliver consistent results.
Still, Collin was in a dilemma. He had to face Salvador sooner or later.
Lila could see through Collin's expression even though the agent was acting nonchalant. She was the CEO of the company, and she also knew about the politics happening inside.
In fact, just yesterday, someone from the music department visited her. It was Griffith Goodhope, an ambitious executive. Griffith said that Princess Chantal and the new rock band, Pulse Static, which Collin and Arnold signed respectively, should be transferred to the music department because they were better at handling this kind of job.
There had been rumors about Pulse Static's potential to become a superstar band, and Griffith was eager to take advantage of the opportunity to steal them along with Princess Chantal.
So before things became difficult to handle, Griffith talked to Lila about Princess Chantal and Pulse Static. He knew that once Pulse Static became famous, it would be impossible to transfer the contract to the music department, just like what happened with Princess Chantal.
Actually, an agent from the film department signing a music artist was nothing new in the company. Most of the time, the music department just let it be because these music artists didn't really have good runs in their careers.
But Princess Chantal was different. The singer was earning hundreds of millions per year. Her album sales went five times Platinum. And it seemed that Pulse Static also had the same potential.
Lila listened to Griffith's opinion, but she didn't give him any answer about transferring the contract, not when Princess Chantal and Pulse Static had signed record deals with Moonrise Music, a record label that Lila was a co-owner of.
In her opinion, it would be better to let Collin and Arnold handle Princess Chantal and Pulse Static because their goals were aligned.
If another agent acquired Princess Chantal's or Pulse Static's contract, that agent might look for a different record label, which could jeopardize the deal.
So, Lila didn't promise Griffith anything. She said that Griffith should talk to Collin and Arnold about these matters, redirecting the responsibility.
And now, her opinion regarding Collin, Salvador, and Lawrence was also the same. Let them handle these things themselves.
"Thank you, Lila."
Once Collin found the agent responsible for the business deal regarding the talk show, he bid farewell politely. He needed time to think about his next step.
Lila watched Collin leave the office.
"As expected, he didn't even invite me to dinner or something."
She slightly pouted. She answered his questions and helped him identify who to talk to, yet Collin didn't even offer anything in return.
.........
......
...
Collin sat in his office and thought about the matters seriously. He was in a dilemma.
'I should meet Salvador sooner rather than later, or else someone might take the position of talk show host.'
He knew how tough the competition was. An agent would do everything to make sure their client became the talk show host. Even though the project was just starting with no clear direction yet, becoming a talk show host was always a good thing.
It didn't matter whether it was a late show or a morning show. As long as the client became a talk show host, it was considered a stable career with a stable source of income.
In fact, Jennifer Randon's salary per episode of The Singing Voice Season 3 was $50,000. If she became a talk show host and the show had a great run, Jennifer's salary would be even higher.
Collin heard that Ray Reno's salary on The Tonight Show was over $400,000 per episode, and that was a few years ago. His salary was probably higher than $400,000 now.
For Collin, that amount was worth talking to Salvador Manuel.
'But I have nothing that can interest Salvador.'
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[Thank you for reading this novel.]
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Being the boss of the film department, Salvador Manuel had a higher status than Collin, and it was because of his clients who consistently generated revenue for the agency.
Salvador had two directors, both of whom were good at their jobs.
One was an action movie director who had directed many box office hits that dominated both domestic and international markets.
The other was a TV show director who directed many game shows such as Who Likes To Be A Millionaire, Deal Or Don't Deal, and What's the Price?, programs that enjoyed long broadcast lifespans and positive ratings. If Collin was right, this director would probably direct the talk show unless there was another candidate.
On top of having two high-performing directors, Salvador also had three famous actors (two actors and one actress). They were celebrities who starred in many films and were quite famous. One of his clients was Shawn Jacob, a famous action star who was the face of the Fatal Trigger franchise, a movie franchise that already had five sequels.
Furthermore, Salvador was friends with many producers from different major studios.
Collin had nothing to offer Salvador because this veteran agent could get it anyway… except for one thing.
'My clients…'
The only thing Collin could offer was his clients. But doing that would be stupid, borderline self-destructive. His clients were the most important part of his career, the foundation of everything he had built.
He had no intention of transferring any contract to anyone. Not even Jennifer Randon, who currently had the lowest output in his lineup.
He discovered them and recognized their talents long before anyone else did. He wanted to be there when they reached success.
So now, Collin had to think of a way to convince Salvador. His brain slightly ached as he thought about it.
.........
......
...
Days passed.
Axel Gunner, Brody Paige, and Cross Pinger signed their contracts in front of many reporters, cameras flashing relentlessly.
The reporters took countless pictures, particularly of Axel and Brody, who were famous and drew the most attention. As for Cross, he was mostly just there in the background.
Aside from the three lead actors, CEO Berry Cruz was also present to handle the matters and sign contracts as the representative of Uni-versus Pictures.
Actually, the entire contract-signing event was just for show, nothing more than publicity, a standard industry practice. The actors had already signed the real contracts a few days ago, and those documents were much thicker than the ones placed on the table.
Still, the actors treated the event seriously and maintained professionalism. They shook hands with one another, then shook hands with CEO Berry Cruz.
The old man smiled and glanced around. He spotted Collin quietly standing in a corner, behind the spotlight.
Berry's opinion regarding Collin East had completely changed now that he knew more about him.
When Berry first met Collin, the agent was just a nobody. Back then, Collin and Wyatt held a screening in the auditorium at ANT to attract a distributor for their movie. Berry Cruz was the one who handled that negotiation, and The Accidental Wedding Crashers was distributed by Uni-versus Pictures. It was a good business deal, as both sides earned a substantial amount of money.
Since then, the two sides had many collaborations. It could even be said that Director Wyatt Bray was practically an employee of Uni-versus Pictures because he worked with the studio almost exclusively.
At first, Berry thought Collin's career would peak at being Wyatt's agent. Being a director's agent already carried high status in the industry, especially if the director had box office hits. Berry knew Collin had potential, but potential was nothing more than potential. It depended on whether Collin could fully realize it and go beyond.
Yet, Berry's expectations of Collin had long been surpassed. Even the potential Berry once envisioned had been exceeded by a wide margin.
Collin was no longer a simple talent agent. He was different from the man Berry Cruz met five years ago. Five years was enough to completely change a person's life.
Now, Collin was an executive at Apex Network Talent, one of the few who owned company shares and wielded real influence in the industry.
Berry stared at the man who kept a low profile despite his strong aura.
'Indeed, people can change.' He thought.
As the interview continued, Berry remained seated and answered questions from reporters. However, most of the questions were directed at the three actors. Berry was merely there as the representative of Uni-versus Pictures.
Most of the reporters at the contract signing were under Cumcast. As always, Cumcast owned news networks, TV stations, newspapers, magazines, and even tabloids. With a single command from higher-ups, they could promote Week On An Island all over the world.
"Mr. Paige, is your role in this movie just another handsome guy with no substance?"
Unfortunately, the first question came from a female reporter representing a newspaper that had no connection to Cumcast.
"Indeed, my role is nothing more than a handsome guy again. This is a comedy film, it doesn't need substance."
Brody Paige seemed to handle it well. He had already been briefed by the PR team. The actor glanced at Arnold, who was also standing in the background. Arnold nodded at Brody, assuring him that he would step in if things went south.
"Instead of choosing this kind of role, shouldn't you be looking for a serious and heavy role? Something that could elevate your status in the industry. Why did you accept this project?"
The female reporter pressed further. She was actually a fan of Brody Paige, but she was disappointed with his choice of projects. In her opinion, Brody had a chance to win at the Academic Awards if he pursued more serious roles.
"I chose this role because it's fun. My last role was a bit too heavy, and I wanted to take on something lighter to adjust my mentality."
"Fair enough," the female reporter accepted the answer and stopped asking questions, allowing the other reporters to continue.
Of course, the biggest reason Brody Paige accepted the role was money, simple as that.
The contract signing revealed nothing about salaries, and only those directly involved knew how much money had been negotiated.
The three lead actors continued answering questions to the best of their ability, carefully avoiding anything controversial.
Unfortunately, some reporters had no intention of keeping things civil. All they wanted was to see the world burn and cause trouble for everyone. All they chased were headlines.
And this time, a reporter aimed a troublesome question at Axel.
"Mr. Gunner, do you think Hollywood is fair to minorities?"
A trap question had arrived.
---
[Author's Note:]
You can read more on my Patreon with:
80 advance chapters of Behind The Spotlight
62 advance chapters of Reincarnated as a Fisherman and Dad
Patreon link: https://www.patreon.com/Puji_makii
Being the boss of the film department, Salvador Manuel had a higher status than Collin, and it was because of his clients who consistently generated revenue for the agency.
Salvador had two directors, both of whom were good at their jobs.
One was an action movie director who had directed many box office hits that dominated both domestic and international markets.
The other was a TV show director who directed many game shows such as Who Likes To Be A Millionaire, Deal Or Don't Deal, and What's the Price?, programs that enjoyed long broadcast lifespans and positive ratings. If Collin was right, this director would probably direct the talk show unless there was another candidate.
On top of having two high-performing directors, Salvador also had three famous actors (two actors and one actress). They were celebrities who starred in many films and were quite famous. One of his clients was Shawn Jacob, a famous action star who was the face of the Fatal Trigger franchise, a movie franchise that already had five sequels.
Furthermore, Salvador was friends with many producers from different major studios.
Collin had nothing to offer Salvador because this veteran agent could get it anyway… except for one thing.
'My clients…'
The only thing Collin could offer was his clients. But doing that would be stupid, borderline self-destructive. His clients were the most important part of his career, the foundation of everything he had built.
He had no intention of transferring any contract to anyone. Not even Jennifer Randon, who currently had the lowest output in his lineup.
He discovered them and recognized their talents long before anyone else did. He wanted to be there when they reached success.
So now, Collin had to think of a way to convince Salvador. His brain slightly ached as he thought about it.
.........
......
...
Days passed.
Axel Gunner, Brody Paige, and Cross Pinger signed their contracts in front of many reporters, cameras flashing relentlessly.
The reporters took countless pictures, particularly of Axel and Brody, who were famous and drew the most attention. As for Cross, he was mostly just there in the background.
Aside from the three lead actors, CEO Berry Cruz was also present to handle the matters and sign contracts as the representative of Uni-versus Pictures.
Actually, the entire contract-signing event was just for show, nothing more than publicity, a standard industry practice. The actors had already signed the real contracts a few days ago, and those documents were much thicker than the ones placed on the table.
Still, the actors treated the event seriously and maintained professionalism. They shook hands with one another, then shook hands with CEO Berry Cruz.
The old man smiled and glanced around. He spotted Collin quietly standing in a corner, behind the spotlight.
Berry's opinion regarding Collin East had completely changed now that he knew more about him.
When Berry first met Collin, the agent was just a nobody. Back then, Collin and Wyatt held a screening in the auditorium at ANT to attract a distributor for their movie. Berry Cruz was the one who handled that negotiation, and The Accidental Wedding Crashers was distributed by Uni-versus Pictures. It was a good business deal, as both sides earned a substantial amount of money.
Since then, the two sides had many collaborations. It could even be said that Director Wyatt Bray was practically an employee of Uni-versus Pictures because he worked with the studio almost exclusively.
At first, Berry thought Collin's career would peak at being Wyatt's agent. Being a director's agent already carried high status in the industry, especially if the director had box office hits. Berry knew Collin had potential, but potential was nothing more than potential. It depended on whether Collin could fully realize it and go beyond.
Yet, Berry's expectations of Collin had long been surpassed. Even the potential Berry once envisioned had been exceeded by a wide margin.
Collin was no longer a simple talent agent. He was different from the man Berry Cruz met five years ago. Five years was enough to completely change a person's life.
Now, Collin was an executive at Apex Network Talent, one of the few who owned company shares and wielded real influence in the industry.
Berry stared at the man who kept a low profile despite his strong aura.
'Indeed, people can change.' He thought.
As the interview continued, Berry remained seated and answered questions from reporters. However, most of the questions were directed at the three actors. Berry was merely there as the representative of Uni-versus Pictures.
Most of the reporters at the contract signing were under Cumcast. As always, Cumcast owned news networks, TV stations, newspapers, magazines, and even tabloids. With a single command from higher-ups, they could promote Week On An Island all over the world.
"Mr. Paige, is your role in this movie just another handsome guy with no substance?"
Unfortunately, the first question came from a female reporter representing a newspaper that had no connection to Cumcast.
"Indeed, my role is nothing more than a handsome guy again. This is a comedy film, it doesn't need substance."
Brody Paige seemed to handle it well. He had already been briefed by the PR team. The actor glanced at Arnold, who was also standing in the background. Arnold nodded at Brody, assuring him that he would step in if things went south.
"Instead of choosing this kind of role, shouldn't you be looking for a serious and heavy role? Something that could elevate your status in the industry. Why did you accept this project?"
The female reporter pressed further. She was actually a fan of Brody Paige, but she was disappointed with his choice of projects. In her opinion, Brody had a chance to win at the Academic Awards if he pursued more serious roles.
"I chose this role because it's fun. My last role was a bit too heavy, and I wanted to take on something lighter to adjust my mentality."
"Fair enough," the female reporter accepted the answer and stopped asking questions, allowing the other reporters to continue.
Of course, the biggest reason Brody Paige accepted the role was money, simple as that.
The contract signing revealed nothing about salaries, and only those directly involved knew how much money had been negotiated.
The three lead actors continued answering questions to the best of their ability, carefully avoiding anything controversial.
Unfortunately, some reporters had no intention of keeping things civil. All they wanted was to see the world burn and cause trouble for everyone. All they chased were headlines.
And this time, a reporter aimed a troublesome question at Axel.
"Mr. Gunner, do you think Hollywood is fair to minorities?"
A trap question had arrived.
---
[Author's Note:]
You can read more on my Patreon with:
80 advance chapters of Behind The Spotlight
62 advance chapters of Reincarnated as a Fisherman and Dad
Patreon link: https://www.patreon.com/Puji_makii
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Celebrity reporters were hated by celebrities, especially the paparazzi who called themselves "reporters."
News reporters were one thing, but even then, reporters had agendas they fought for, some were bad and some were good. They were often shaped by sponsors, editors, or personal beliefs.
Anyway, reporters loved asking tricky questions. These questions were traps that could implicate people regardless of intent or context. As for why they did it, reporters just wanted to make interesting stories. It didn't matter if it could destroy a celebrity or not, they were selfish and driven by exposure.
In the next two decades, reporters would no longer be respected. Simply because this occupation was no longer about the truth, but about narratives.
Tricky questions were loved by reporters because no matter how a person answered them, they would suffer.
Just like now…
"Mr. Gunner, do you think Hollywood is fair to minorities?"
This question could be answered with Yes or No.
If Axel answered, "No, Hollywood isn't fair," he would immediately be blacklisted by studios and directors and labeled as problematic. It would imply that Hollywood was racist, discriminatory, and didn't care about minorities. That would be a bad answer.
But if Axel answered, "Yes, Hollywood is fair," it would also be a bad answer. Because Hollywood was inherently unfair, a well-known reality. It discriminated against minorities. How many Asians do you see in movies or TV shows? And when they appear, are they typecast or not? Do they have accents even though they can speak English fluently in real life? What about Latinos? Blacks? Were they typecast or not? Why do they mostly get mafia, cartels, or gang-related roles?
Let's not even talk about pay gaps and underrepresentation. Hollywood was always unfair.
If Axel answered Yes or No, the reporter would have a follow-up question ready to destroy him.
So no matter what kind of answer Axel gave, he was at a dead end.
Of course, there were ways to answer these kinds of questions safely, but Axel was not an expert in this field. He was an actor, not a debater or a politician.
Furthermore, why the fuck did these reporters ask actors these kinds of questions anyway? They should be asking studios and executives, the real decision-makers. Leave the actors out of this mess. Their job was to act, not to lead rallies against inequality.
Axel knew he was trapped, and he didn't know how to get out of it safely. The question wasn't on the list the PR team prepared him for. The best answer he could give was "No comment," but even that was a bad answer, often interpreted negatively.
Silence followed as Axel thought about how to respond.
Just as the reporter was eager to push further, a sudden commotion broke the tension.
"Hey! Watch where you're walking! Don't you know these shoes cost $50,000? You creased my shoes!"
A loud interruption.
A tall, handsome man raised his voice, immediately catching the attention of everyone in the venue.
"The fuck did you say to me!? I didn't even touch your shoes!" the other man retorted angrily.
"Fuck you. Don't even try to lie. I saw you step on my shoe." The handsome man pointed at his black shoe. There was no crease or stain, perfectly black, yet he acted as if he had suffered a grave injustice.
"I said I didn't step on it!"
"Pay up! These shoes cost me $50,000!"
"You know what? How about we settle this outside?"
"That's exactly what I've been waiting for!"
At that moment, security personnel rushed in and escorted the two men out of the venue. Reporters immediately snapped photos, some already excited about writing articles about the disturbance. A few reporters followed them outside, but the two men simply walked away.
There was no fistfight, which left the reporters disappointed.
As for the tricky questions, everyone forgot about them, and the event ended peacefully without further issues.
When Axel reached the underground parking lot, he found Collin waiting for him. Axel chuckled as he recalled what happened earlier. Collin and Arnold made a scene to distract the reporters.
"Thanks, Collin. But honestly, I feel like answering that question wasn't really dangerous. Who would take it seriously anyway?"
"Don't underestimate reporters. If they work together, your career could be in jeopardy," Collin warned him sternly.
Even though what Collin and Arnold did was an overreaction, they took it seriously. Agents would do everything to protect their clients. It didn't matter if they caused trouble or made a scene, as long as their actors were safe. Fortunately, Uni-versus Pictures let it slide and didn't blacklist them.
"By the way, were your shoes really worth $50,000?"
"Hell no. Do I look crazy enough to spend that kind of money on a pair of shoes?"
"I thought so." Axel laughed.
That day, reporters wrote about the commotion, but it didn't gain much attention. If the two had actually gotten into a fistfight, they probably would've made the front page of many newspapers.
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"I'm surprised. I thought you were avoiding us? I heard from Griffith that you've been very busy." Salvador Manuel wore a smug expression as he looked at Collin, clearly testing him.
Collin's secretary coordinated with Salvador's secretary to arrange the meeting. For this meeting to happen, Salvador's approval was required. After all, he had the upper hand, and Collin was the one asking for a favor.
"Griffith is right, I'm really busy. Why would I avoid you? You're my boss."
Salvador smiled faintly. He had been in the industry far too long to not understand how business worked.
'You're avoiding us because you don't want to transfer your clients' contracts.'
Of course, if Salvador were in Collin's position, he would probably do the same.
Why would anyone hand over the fruits of their hard work and let others harvest them? Fuck that.
"So, what's the real reason you're here? For clarification, I'm also busy, and I adjusted my schedule just to meet you. We don't need to lie to each other."
Agents used flattery, deception, truths, lies, and more. Words were their strongest weapon. If they talked aimlessly, this meeting would be worthless. It was better to get straight to the point.
Besides, Salvador already had a good idea why Collin wanted to meet him.
---
[Thank you for reading this novel.]
Celebrity reporters were hated by celebrities, especially the paparazzi who called themselves "reporters."
News reporters were one thing, but even then, reporters had agendas they fought for, some were bad and some were good. They were often shaped by sponsors, editors, or personal beliefs.
Anyway, reporters loved asking tricky questions. These questions were traps that could implicate people regardless of intent or context. As for why they did it, reporters just wanted to make interesting stories. It didn't matter if it could destroy a celebrity or not, they were selfish and driven by exposure.
In the next two decades, reporters would no longer be respected. Simply because this occupation was no longer about the truth, but about narratives.
Tricky questions were loved by reporters because no matter how a person answered them, they would suffer.
Just like now…
"Mr. Gunner, do you think Hollywood is fair to minorities?"
This question could be answered with Yes or No.
If Axel answered, "No, Hollywood isn't fair," he would immediately be blacklisted by studios and directors and labeled as problematic. It would imply that Hollywood was racist, discriminatory, and didn't care about minorities. That would be a bad answer.
But if Axel answered, "Yes, Hollywood is fair," it would also be a bad answer. Because Hollywood was inherently unfair, a well-known reality. It discriminated against minorities. How many Asians do you see in movies or TV shows? And when they appear, are they typecast or not? Do they have accents even though they can speak English fluently in real life? What about Latinos? Blacks? Were they typecast or not? Why do they mostly get mafia, cartels, or gang-related roles?
Let's not even talk about pay gaps and underrepresentation. Hollywood was always unfair.
If Axel answered Yes or No, the reporter would have a follow-up question ready to destroy him.
So no matter what kind of answer Axel gave, he was at a dead end.
Of course, there were ways to answer these kinds of questions safely, but Axel was not an expert in this field. He was an actor, not a debater or a politician.
Furthermore, why the fuck did these reporters ask actors these kinds of questions anyway? They should be asking studios and executives, the real decision-makers. Leave the actors out of this mess. Their job was to act, not to lead rallies against inequality.
Axel knew he was trapped, and he didn't know how to get out of it safely. The question wasn't on the list the PR team prepared him for. The best answer he could give was "No comment," but even that was a bad answer, often interpreted negatively.
Silence followed as Axel thought about how to respond.
Just as the reporter was eager to push further, a sudden commotion broke the tension.
"Hey! Watch where you're walking! Don't you know these shoes cost $50,000? You creased my shoes!"
A loud interruption.
A tall, handsome man raised his voice, immediately catching the attention of everyone in the venue.
"The fuck did you say to me!? I didn't even touch your shoes!" the other man retorted angrily.
"Fuck you. Don't even try to lie. I saw you step on my shoe." The handsome man pointed at his black shoe. There was no crease or stain, perfectly black, yet he acted as if he had suffered a grave injustice.
"I said I didn't step on it!"
"Pay up! These shoes cost me $50,000!"
"You know what? How about we settle this outside?"
"That's exactly what I've been waiting for!"
At that moment, security personnel rushed in and escorted the two men out of the venue. Reporters immediately snapped photos, some already excited about writing articles about the disturbance. A few reporters followed them outside, but the two men simply walked away.
There was no fistfight, which left the reporters disappointed.
As for the tricky questions, everyone forgot about them, and the event ended peacefully without further issues.
When Axel reached the underground parking lot, he found Collin waiting for him. Axel chuckled as he recalled what happened earlier. Collin and Arnold made a scene to distract the reporters.
"Thanks, Collin. But honestly, I feel like answering that question wasn't really dangerous. Who would take it seriously anyway?"
"Don't underestimate reporters. If they work together, your career could be in jeopardy," Collin warned him sternly.
Even though what Collin and Arnold did was an overreaction, they took it seriously. Agents would do everything to protect their clients. It didn't matter if they caused trouble or made a scene, as long as their actors were safe. Fortunately, Uni-versus Pictures let it slide and didn't blacklist them.
"By the way, were your shoes really worth $50,000?"
"Hell no. Do I look crazy enough to spend that kind of money on a pair of shoes?"
"I thought so." Axel laughed.
That day, reporters wrote about the commotion, but it didn't gain much attention. If the two had actually gotten into a fistfight, they probably would've made the front page of many newspapers.
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"I'm surprised. I thought you were avoiding us? I heard from Griffith that you've been very busy." Salvador Manuel wore a smug expression as he looked at Collin, clearly testing him.
Collin's secretary coordinated with Salvador's secretary to arrange the meeting. For this meeting to happen, Salvador's approval was required. After all, he had the upper hand, and Collin was the one asking for a favor.
"Griffith is right, I'm really busy. Why would I avoid you? You're my boss."
Salvador smiled faintly. He had been in the industry far too long to not understand how business worked.
'You're avoiding us because you don't want to transfer your clients' contracts.'
Of course, if Salvador were in Collin's position, he would probably do the same.
Why would anyone hand over the fruits of their hard work and let others harvest them? Fuck that.
"So, what's the real reason you're here? For clarification, I'm also busy, and I adjusted my schedule just to meet you. We don't need to lie to each other."
Agents used flattery, deception, truths, lies, and more. Words were their strongest weapon. If they talked aimlessly, this meeting would be worthless. It was better to get straight to the point.
Besides, Salvador already had a good idea why Collin wanted to meet him.
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The two stared into each other's eyes, neither blinking, as if backing down first would mean losing leverage. They were in the same company, and it was hard to hide their intentions since they were also shareholders. Each had their own means of acquiring information.
Knowing that Collin was close to the CEO, Salvador believed that it was Lila who had told Collin about the negotiation with Nation TV.
"A few years ago, you were looking for talk shows where your female client could host. I believe you're here for the same reason, and timing like this is never coincidental."
Salvador knew about Jennifer Randon. She was just a small-time actress who hadn't had a strong career in Hollywood. Her biggest breaks were roles in The Accidental Wedding Crashers and Week On A Cruise Ship, but those roles were nothing more than flukes, forgettable appearances that failed to elevate her status.
Still, Salvador admitted that Collin was resourceful and skilled at handling his clients. The fact that he had turned Jennifer into the host of a famous singing competition was impressive. Salvador saw no talent in the woman, yet Collin disagreed and had results to support his belief.
However, Salvador's opinion was not important right now. Personal bias had no place in negotiations. He could see through Collin's intention. What Salvador was waiting for were tangible, worthwhile benefits.
"What can you offer me?"
"Offer you? I don't know what you're talking about," Collin feigned ignorance.
"The negotiation with Nation TV is near its closing. We are just finalizing the contract and other clauses. Many people have been trying to talk to me about making their clients the host of the show, some more desperate than others. And honestly, what they offered was quite interesting."
In fact, one of the agents even offered his two female clients to satisfy Salvador, but he didn't agree, not out of morality, but out of boredom. Simply because he could get women without trying. With his position, any small-time actress would agree to sleep with him. Hollywood had so many beauties that some men even turned gay from being too numb to beautiful women.
"I'm still not agreeing to them because I'm waiting for someone to offer me a better price, something that actually matters. Now, are you the one who can satisfy me?"
'…That sounds gay,' Collin thought but didn't voice it.
"How about a role in my director's next movie? Guaranteed exposure. Wyatt is one of the best comedy directors in the industry."
"And what? Wait two years before I can harvest the benefits? It's not worth it. Besides, my actors are capable enough to get projects on their own."
"You don't have a new client?"
"I have no reason to sign a new client. My roster is already optimized. You should know that better than me."
"I was hoping you had a new actor, but alas."
Collin had done his research and confirmed that Salvador had no new clients. He had hoped it would make things easier, but reality was often disappointing.
"How about transferring Wyatt's contract to me instead? A fair exchange. If you agree, then Jennifer is automatically the host of the talk show. No audition needed at all. It saves everyone time."
Jennifer Randon had hosting experience, so Salvador had no problem making her the host. Hosting a singing competition and hosting a talk show had clear differences but also shared similarities.
"If you don't want to transfer Wyatt's contract, then how about Lawrence Terrence? He's just an actor, he is replaceable. I'm sure with your keen eyes, you can find another talented actor like Lawrence," Salvador pressed harder.
'Talented actor, my ass. Lawrence is a rare talent. I cannot even find an actor with the same consistency at the box office.'
Lawrence's talent strongly influenced the box office. His talent attracted audiences, making ticket sales surge. God knows if Collin could find another actor like him.
Obviously, Collin wouldn't agree to Salvador's conditions. Both Wyatt and Lawrence were out of the question, non-negotiable assets.
"Oh, so you don't want to let go of Wyatt and Lawrence? I understand. After all, you're a talent agent from the Film Department, and they are your foundation in the industry. Then how about Princess Chantal? You're not an expert in handling music artists, she's not a huge loss to you."
"But you're not from the Music Department, you can't handle Princess Chantal either," Collin raised his brow.
"That's right, but I can transfer her contract to the Music Department and gain benefits from them."
Knowing how famous Princess Chantal was, everyone in the Music Department would sacrifice their souls just to become her agent.
However, Collin had no intention of transferring Princess Chantal's contract to anyone, not even temporarily. She was his biggest money-maker.
It didn't matter that Collin owned a share of Moonrise Music and earned profit from Princess Chantal, he wouldn't give up her contract.
"…I see. Considering that you want to make Jennifer the host of this talk show, it means you have no intention of letting her go. Then we are left with Axel Gunner."
It was obvious that Collin wouldn't give up his three biggest clients. Now, Salvador was going for the kill. He licked his lips in anticipation.
'Axel is not that famous, but his last movie, The Born Identity, was a huge hit and a confirmed franchise. Even if he can't get constant big projects, I will still earn millions from him,' Salvador thought.
He believed Axel was the client Collin would be willing to sacrifice, a reasonable assumption.
"Transfer Axel's contract to me, and I will make Jennifer the host. Final offer."
It was true that Salvador had no intention of signing a new actor. Investing in a new client was time-consuming and a gamble with uncertain payoff. He preferred managing his already famous clients and maintaining the status quo.
However, Axel Gunner was different. He was not a new actor. Axel had starred in many films and had box office appeal, he was worth negotiating for.
Salvador looked at Collin, waiting for his reaction.
"Salvador, you didn't let me talk at all," Collin chuckled.
"I'm not here to transfer my clients' contracts to anyone. That was never an option."
When Salvador heard that, his expression turned dark, irritation surfacing.
"Then what can you offer me that justifies this meeting?"
"My votes. To be precise, my vote and Arnold's vote for the next company election next year. Arnold and I will sign a contract with you and promise that we will vote for you to be President of Talent Management and Representation."
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The two stared into each other's eyes, neither blinking, as if backing down first would mean losing leverage. They were in the same company, and it was hard to hide their intentions since they were also shareholders. Each had their own means of acquiring information.
Knowing that Collin was close to the CEO, Salvador believed that it was Lila who had told Collin about the negotiation with Nation TV.
"A few years ago, you were looking for talk shows where your female client could host. I believe you're here for the same reason, and timing like this is never coincidental."
Salvador knew about Jennifer Randon. She was just a small-time actress who hadn't had a strong career in Hollywood. Her biggest breaks were roles in The Accidental Wedding Crashers and Week On A Cruise Ship, but those roles were nothing more than flukes, forgettable appearances that failed to elevate her status.
Still, Salvador admitted that Collin was resourceful and skilled at handling his clients. The fact that he had turned Jennifer into the host of a famous singing competition was impressive. Salvador saw no talent in the woman, yet Collin disagreed and had results to support his belief.
However, Salvador's opinion was not important right now. Personal bias had no place in negotiations. He could see through Collin's intention. What Salvador was waiting for were tangible, worthwhile benefits.
"What can you offer me?"
"Offer you? I don't know what you're talking about," Collin feigned ignorance.
"The negotiation with Nation TV is near its closing. We are just finalizing the contract and other clauses. Many people have been trying to talk to me about making their clients the host of the show, some more desperate than others. And honestly, what they offered was quite interesting."
In fact, one of the agents even offered his two female clients to satisfy Salvador, but he didn't agree, not out of morality, but out of boredom. Simply because he could get women without trying. With his position, any small-time actress would agree to sleep with him. Hollywood had so many beauties that some men even turned gay from being too numb to beautiful women.
"I'm still not agreeing to them because I'm waiting for someone to offer me a better price, something that actually matters. Now, are you the one who can satisfy me?"
'…That sounds gay,' Collin thought but didn't voice it.
"How about a role in my director's next movie? Guaranteed exposure. Wyatt is one of the best comedy directors in the industry."
"And what? Wait two years before I can harvest the benefits? It's not worth it. Besides, my actors are capable enough to get projects on their own."
"You don't have a new client?"
"I have no reason to sign a new client. My roster is already optimized. You should know that better than me."
"I was hoping you had a new actor, but alas."
Collin had done his research and confirmed that Salvador had no new clients. He had hoped it would make things easier, but reality was often disappointing.
"How about transferring Wyatt's contract to me instead? A fair exchange. If you agree, then Jennifer is automatically the host of the talk show. No audition needed at all. It saves everyone time."
Jennifer Randon had hosting experience, so Salvador had no problem making her the host. Hosting a singing competition and hosting a talk show had clear differences but also shared similarities.
"If you don't want to transfer Wyatt's contract, then how about Lawrence Terrence? He's just an actor, he is replaceable. I'm sure with your keen eyes, you can find another talented actor like Lawrence," Salvador pressed harder.
'Talented actor, my ass. Lawrence is a rare talent. I cannot even find an actor with the same consistency at the box office.'
Lawrence's talent strongly influenced the box office. His talent attracted audiences, making ticket sales surge. God knows if Collin could find another actor like him.
Obviously, Collin wouldn't agree to Salvador's conditions. Both Wyatt and Lawrence were out of the question, non-negotiable assets.
"Oh, so you don't want to let go of Wyatt and Lawrence? I understand. After all, you're a talent agent from the Film Department, and they are your foundation in the industry. Then how about Princess Chantal? You're not an expert in handling music artists, she's not a huge loss to you."
"But you're not from the Music Department, you can't handle Princess Chantal either," Collin raised his brow.
"That's right, but I can transfer her contract to the Music Department and gain benefits from them."
Knowing how famous Princess Chantal was, everyone in the Music Department would sacrifice their souls just to become her agent.
However, Collin had no intention of transferring Princess Chantal's contract to anyone, not even temporarily. She was his biggest money-maker.
It didn't matter that Collin owned a share of Moonrise Music and earned profit from Princess Chantal, he wouldn't give up her contract.
"…I see. Considering that you want to make Jennifer the host of this talk show, it means you have no intention of letting her go. Then we are left with Axel Gunner."
It was obvious that Collin wouldn't give up his three biggest clients. Now, Salvador was going for the kill. He licked his lips in anticipation.
'Axel is not that famous, but his last movie, The Born Identity, was a huge hit and a confirmed franchise. Even if he can't get constant big projects, I will still earn millions from him,' Salvador thought.
He believed Axel was the client Collin would be willing to sacrifice, a reasonable assumption.
"Transfer Axel's contract to me, and I will make Jennifer the host. Final offer."
It was true that Salvador had no intention of signing a new actor. Investing in a new client was time-consuming and a gamble with uncertain payoff. He preferred managing his already famous clients and maintaining the status quo.
However, Axel Gunner was different. He was not a new actor. Axel had starred in many films and had box office appeal, he was worth negotiating for.
Salvador looked at Collin, waiting for his reaction.
"Salvador, you didn't let me talk at all," Collin chuckled.
"I'm not here to transfer my clients' contracts to anyone. That was never an option."
When Salvador heard that, his expression turned dark, irritation surfacing.
"Then what can you offer me that justifies this meeting?"
"My votes. To be precise, my vote and Arnold's vote for the next company election next year. Arnold and I will sign a contract with you and promise that we will vote for you to be President of Talent Management and Representation."
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"..."
There was a deafening silence before Salvador laughed out loud.
"Hahaha, Collin, you're a funny guy. I don't even know what you're talking about. Votes? For what? Hahaha."
"You know what I'm talking about," Collin replied calmly.
"Pfft—haha." Salvador waved his hand dismissively.
Salvador held his stomach and laughed. Tears formed in his eyes from laughing too much. A minute after his heartfelt laughter, the smile on Salvador's face completely disappeared.
"Collin, do I look like I'm joking with you?" His voice dropped.
"I'm not joking with you either," Collin replied as he met Salvador's eyes.
"I know that you're secretly spreading your influence in the other departments, asking for their support. In fact, I know that you plan to offer Princess Chantal's contract to the executives in exchange for their votes, if I agree to transfer her contract to you."
As for how exactly Salvador would divide the benefits, Collin was not sure.
Collin stared at Salvador's face and confirmed that the information he gathered was valid. Salvador was trying to elect himself to a higher position.
There were four positions higher than his current one.
First was the Chairman of the company. This position had already been occupied by Elijah Edward, the billionaire who owned the largest share in the company. Even though Elijah held the Chairman seat, he never really interfered with business matters, treating it as passive ownership. Naturally, Salvador couldn't acquire this position unless Elijah himself stepped down.
The second-highest position was the CEO. The person who occupied this position actually had the highest authority in the company because the Chairman was practically non-existent in day-to-day affairs. It was none other than Lila Seraphina. Salvador dreamed of taking this position, but given the situation, he would probably have a hard time doing so.
The third position was the COO, or Chief Operating Officer. He was responsible for the daily operations of the company. Salvador was not interested in this position, it didn't meet his criteria.
What he wanted was the President of Talent Management and Representation. This position supervised all talent agents and their clients, granting centralized authority over careers and contracts.
Salvador was the Head of the Film Department, but his influence was limited to that department alone, a limitation he despised. He had no authority over the Music and Sports Departments, which he found deeply dissatisfying.
Salvador was already rich. He was also old. He had experienced everything life could offer, money, women, and even fame in his own industry.
But if there was one thing Salvador was addicted to, it was authority and power, the only thrill he still sought. Being the boss of the Film Department was no longer enough. He wanted more.
Power. Salvador would do everything for more power, and he could achieve that by being promoted to a higher position.
Collin was still new to the executive level, so he didn't fully understand how the politics worked or how deep grudges could run.
'Claude, I've been eager to kick you out of the company. The old CEO, your friend, has long left ANT. You should follow him too.' Salvador's resentment simmered quietly.
A decade ago, Salvador secured a project and wanted to manage it to gain influence within the company. However, Claude, the President of Talent Management and Representation, interfered and stole the project from him.
Salvador was furious. It felt as though all his hard work had been stolen. Since then, he had been desperate to acquire enough power within the company to ensure that such humiliation would never happen again. He also wanted to kick Claude, the old rascal, out of ANT.
Claude was already old, and most of his trusted allies had retired, with the former CEO, his biggest backer, long gone. The new generation no longer respected him, aside from his position, which was steadily eroding.
That was why Claude was planning to take action, and Salvador knew it.
"Looks like you have an idea," Salvador smirked at Collin.
"I need to survive." The answer was honest.
Collin realized that many people among the higher-ups were interested in his clients. The only reason he was still safe was because of Lila's protection.
One of Collin's biggest obstacles was actually Claude. Just like Salvador, Claude also wanted to take Collin's clients and redistribute them to consolidate his fractured authority. It was a viable option, if not for Lila being Collin's protector.
"Since you also hate Claude, why don't you just give me your votes?" Salvador proposed bluntly.
"I have no reason to. I can even vote against you if I want to," Collin said without flinching.
There would be a shift in power next year. It was a plan that had been brewing for years, Collin was merely a new variable in the story.
The Chairman had never interfered in ANT's business matters. In fact, he treated it as nothing more than a toy. If this election brought positive change, then great. But if it brought destruction, Elijah didn't really care. ANT's future simply didn't interest him.
Excluding Elijah's shares, which would abstain from voting, everything depended on the remaining shareholders. Most of them were executives who were also partners of ANT. They were the ones who had the power to remove Claude if they united.
"Before I forget, you won't fight for the CEO position, right? I want to include that in the contract," Collin pressed cautiously.
Salvador chuckled, sensing Collin's concern. He assured him that he had no intention of challenging Lila.
"I know more than you. As long as the Chairman wants it, no one can remove Lila from her position."
It wasn't confirmed, but given that Elijah had many children, it wouldn't be surprising if Lila Seraphina was his daughter and ANT was merely a playground Elijah had given her. Fortunately, Lila was good at managing the company, far better than expected.
"... We have a Chairman? I thought the CEO was the highest position," Collin said, finding it odd.
"Your offer is interesting, but it's not enough. Do you know how much power and influence I used just to acquire this project? I even protected it from anyone who tried to take it away from me. You and Arnold's votes, which amount to 2%, are not enough to secure the hosting job for Jennifer," Salvador laid it bare.
After buying other shares, Salvador held 4.5% of the company. It still wasn't enough, but he had his own ways of dealing with Claude.
Unless Collin and Arnold were willing to sell their shares to him, Collin's offer simply wasn't tempting enough.
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"..."
There was a deafening silence before Salvador laughed out loud.
"Hahaha, Collin, you're a funny guy. I don't even know what you're talking about. Votes? For what? Hahaha."
"You know what I'm talking about," Collin replied calmly.
"Pfft—haha." Salvador waved his hand dismissively.
Salvador held his stomach and laughed. Tears formed in his eyes from laughing too much. A minute after his heartfelt laughter, the smile on Salvador's face completely disappeared.
"Collin, do I look like I'm joking with you?" His voice dropped.
"I'm not joking with you either," Collin replied as he met Salvador's eyes.
"I know that you're secretly spreading your influence in the other departments, asking for their support. In fact, I know that you plan to offer Princess Chantal's contract to the executives in exchange for their votes, if I agree to transfer her contract to you."
As for how exactly Salvador would divide the benefits, Collin was not sure.
Collin stared at Salvador's face and confirmed that the information he gathered was valid. Salvador was trying to elect himself to a higher position.
There were four positions higher than his current one.
First was the Chairman of the company. This position had already been occupied by Elijah Edward, the billionaire who owned the largest share in the company. Even though Elijah held the Chairman seat, he never really interfered with business matters, treating it as passive ownership. Naturally, Salvador couldn't acquire this position unless Elijah himself stepped down.
The second-highest position was the CEO. The person who occupied this position actually had the highest authority in the company because the Chairman was practically non-existent in day-to-day affairs. It was none other than Lila Seraphina. Salvador dreamed of taking this position, but given the situation, he would probably have a hard time doing so.
The third position was the COO, or Chief Operating Officer. He was responsible for the daily operations of the company. Salvador was not interested in this position, it didn't meet his criteria.
What he wanted was the President of Talent Management and Representation. This position supervised all talent agents and their clients, granting centralized authority over careers and contracts.
Salvador was the Head of the Film Department, but his influence was limited to that department alone, a limitation he despised. He had no authority over the Music and Sports Departments, which he found deeply dissatisfying.
Salvador was already rich. He was also old. He had experienced everything life could offer, money, women, and even fame in his own industry.
But if there was one thing Salvador was addicted to, it was authority and power, the only thrill he still sought. Being the boss of the Film Department was no longer enough. He wanted more.
Power. Salvador would do everything for more power, and he could achieve that by being promoted to a higher position.
Collin was still new to the executive level, so he didn't fully understand how the politics worked or how deep grudges could run.
'Claude, I've been eager to kick you out of the company. The old CEO, your friend, has long left ANT. You should follow him too.' Salvador's resentment simmered quietly.
A decade ago, Salvador secured a project and wanted to manage it to gain influence within the company. However, Claude, the President of Talent Management and Representation, interfered and stole the project from him.
Salvador was furious. It felt as though all his hard work had been stolen. Since then, he had been desperate to acquire enough power within the company to ensure that such humiliation would never happen again. He also wanted to kick Claude, the old rascal, out of ANT.
Claude was already old, and most of his trusted allies had retired, with the former CEO, his biggest backer, long gone. The new generation no longer respected him, aside from his position, which was steadily eroding.
That was why Claude was planning to take action, and Salvador knew it.
"Looks like you have an idea," Salvador smirked at Collin.
"I need to survive." The answer was honest.
Collin realized that many people among the higher-ups were interested in his clients. The only reason he was still safe was because of Lila's protection.
One of Collin's biggest obstacles was actually Claude. Just like Salvador, Claude also wanted to take Collin's clients and redistribute them to consolidate his fractured authority. It was a viable option, if not for Lila being Collin's protector.
"Since you also hate Claude, why don't you just give me your votes?" Salvador proposed bluntly.
"I have no reason to. I can even vote against you if I want to," Collin said without flinching.
There would be a shift in power next year. It was a plan that had been brewing for years, Collin was merely a new variable in the story.
The Chairman had never interfered in ANT's business matters. In fact, he treated it as nothing more than a toy. If this election brought positive change, then great. But if it brought destruction, Elijah didn't really care. ANT's future simply didn't interest him.
Excluding Elijah's shares, which would abstain from voting, everything depended on the remaining shareholders. Most of them were executives who were also partners of ANT. They were the ones who had the power to remove Claude if they united.
"Before I forget, you won't fight for the CEO position, right? I want to include that in the contract," Collin pressed cautiously.
Salvador chuckled, sensing Collin's concern. He assured him that he had no intention of challenging Lila.
"I know more than you. As long as the Chairman wants it, no one can remove Lila from her position."
It wasn't confirmed, but given that Elijah had many children, it wouldn't be surprising if Lila Seraphina was his daughter and ANT was merely a playground Elijah had given her. Fortunately, Lila was good at managing the company, far better than expected.
"... We have a Chairman? I thought the CEO was the highest position," Collin said, finding it odd.
"Your offer is interesting, but it's not enough. Do you know how much power and influence I used just to acquire this project? I even protected it from anyone who tried to take it away from me. You and Arnold's votes, which amount to 2%, are not enough to secure the hosting job for Jennifer," Salvador laid it bare.
After buying other shares, Salvador held 4.5% of the company. It still wasn't enough, but he had his own ways of dealing with Claude.
Unless Collin and Arnold were willing to sell their shares to him, Collin's offer simply wasn't tempting enough.
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"I know. But what I want is consideration. All I want is for you to take Jennifer seriously. The audition for the host is open to all agents, but only a few will pass the final round. What I want is for you to determine whether Jennifer is worthy of the job or not," Collin said in a firm yet composed tone, finally revealing his true intention.
After all the back and forth, all he wanted was to give Jennifer a chance, this was the best he could do. He knew he didn't have real cards to convince Salvador, no leverage that could match power or influence. What Salvador wanted was something Collin could never give and would never sacrifice.
Instead, he resorted to another method. The tension in the room thickened as Collin leaned slightly forward, his gaze unwavering.
"Salvador, let's forget about politics and talk about business. You want this show to succeed because that's the only way for you to gain influence in the company. The talk show is not just a simple show. You can use it to invite other celebrities, A-tier or B-tier, it doesn't matter. Appearing on a talk show gives them publicity, which means you can use it to gain authority. Many agents will work for you just to get their clients invited as guests."
Collin paused, letting his words sink in. His eyes remained fixed on Salvador's expression, catching the subtle flicker of interest on his face, a sign that the pitch had landed.
"However, for this plan to succeed, you need reliable people. Someone who can ensure the talk show's success. Consistency matters more than hype."
"Jennifer Randon is the person you're looking for. She's the right person to host the talk show. She will make your dream come true. All I want from you is to personally watch her audition and consider the outcome without bias. You need my client. It's not me who's desperate here, it's you." His voice dropped slightly at the end, confident in every word.
The last part of the statement made Salvador burst into laughter. He threw his head back, his laughter echoing throughout the quiet office, filled with arrogance and disbelief, as if he had just heard the biggest joke.
"Delusional! Hahaha! You're really delusional! I thought you were a reasonable person, Collin. I'm so disappointed in you. Do you really think your client is that talented? I have thousands of people on my list, and you think Jennifer is that special?" His words were meant to crush confidence.
Collin kept his calm expression. He didn't flinch. His eyes remained steady, and his lips curved into a faint, knowing smile. Yes, he was confident in Jennifer. Her potential was something only he could see.
"You wouldn't lose anything in this transaction. Arnold and I will vote for you, that's a guaranteed gain. All you need to do is watch Jennifer's audition. Simple as that. Don't tell me you're afraid?" The provocation was subtle but intentional.
"Alright, haha, I agree." Salvador's grin widened, though his tone carried a hint of mockery.
On paper, it was a favorable transaction. It was true that Salvador was looking for someone to host the talk show, but he firmly believed Jennifer wasn't the best option available. He crossed his arms, already calculating how he could twist the deal to his advantage.
ANT had plenty of talents. Salvador believed he could easily find someone better.
In fact, he wouldn't have even entertained the idea of hiring Jennifer if not for what Collin could offer. If Collin had simply agreed to transfer one of his clients, Salvador would have hired Jennifer without hesitation.
At the end of the day, it was all about benefits. Morality didn't exist in this room, only strategy, leverage, and power.
The two sides shook hands and drafted a contract in the presence of a lawyer. With Arnold joining in the signing, the agreement was finalized, marking an uneasy alliance between ambition and manipulation.
Salvador believed he had won the transaction. He gained 2% voting power, and all he had to do was watch Jennifer's audition.
A satisfied smirk crept across his face as he read the contract, unaware that Collin's calm silence concealed a far deeper plan.
.........
......
...
Jennifer was having her nails painted when she unexpectedly received a call. She was in a high-end beauty salon where a single session cost thousands of dollars.
She sat comfortably in a chair, her left hand extended as nail polish was carefully applied.
Her phone rang, and Jennifer answered it with her dominant right hand. She confirmed that it was Collin, her agent.
"Collin, how's it going?" she asked casually.
"I'm alright. How about you? Is your job going well?"
"Well, it's alright."
The novelty of The Singing Voice had long faded after season three, and the show's ratings were steadily declining. It was a normal situation, but even so, Jennifer wanted to keep her job.
She understood how the business worked. The Singing Voice might get more seasons, but it would definitely cut costs. Jennifer had two choices: agree to a lower salary or leave. For her, the choice was obvious. She needed the income, even if it was painful to see her livelihood affected.
"I have a job for you, although it's not finalized yet, and you'll need to attend auditions."
"You mean you want me to act in a movie?" Jennifer asked in surprise. She thought her career path would remain focused on hosting. Even the voice acting she did a few weeks ago wasn't as shocking as the idea of acting.
"It's not a movie. It's a new TV show, a talk show. Once ANT confirms the package deal, I'll contact you with more details. For now, I want you to study and watch a lot of talk shows, preferably morning talk shows. Practice being a host."
"A-Alright." Jennifer was deeply shocked this time. She hadn't expected such news today. She thought Collin's call was just another routine to check her situation.
This time, it seemed that Collin had finally remembered her.
"Haha, Collin, it looks like you remembered that you have five clients," she teased lightly.
"Don't say that. I always think about you."
"Some people might misunderstand what you said," Jennifer replied with a soft giggle.
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"I know. But what I want is consideration. All I want is for you to take Jennifer seriously. The audition for the host is open to all agents, but only a few will pass the final round. What I want is for you to determine whether Jennifer is worthy of the job or not," Collin said in a firm yet composed tone, finally revealing his true intention.
After all the back and forth, all he wanted was to give Jennifer a chance, this was the best he could do. He knew he didn't have real cards to convince Salvador, no leverage that could match power or influence. What Salvador wanted was something Collin could never give and would never sacrifice.
Instead, he resorted to another method. The tension in the room thickened as Collin leaned slightly forward, his gaze unwavering.
"Salvador, let's forget about politics and talk about business. You want this show to succeed because that's the only way for you to gain influence in the company. The talk show is not just a simple show. You can use it to invite other celebrities, A-tier or B-tier, it doesn't matter. Appearing on a talk show gives them publicity, which means you can use it to gain authority. Many agents will work for you just to get their clients invited as guests."
Collin paused, letting his words sink in. His eyes remained fixed on Salvador's expression, catching the subtle flicker of interest on his face, a sign that the pitch had landed.
"However, for this plan to succeed, you need reliable people. Someone who can ensure the talk show's success. Consistency matters more than hype."
"Jennifer Randon is the person you're looking for. She's the right person to host the talk show. She will make your dream come true. All I want from you is to personally watch her audition and consider the outcome without bias. You need my client. It's not me who's desperate here, it's you." His voice dropped slightly at the end, confident in every word.
The last part of the statement made Salvador burst into laughter. He threw his head back, his laughter echoing throughout the quiet office, filled with arrogance and disbelief, as if he had just heard the biggest joke.
"Delusional! Hahaha! You're really delusional! I thought you were a reasonable person, Collin. I'm so disappointed in you. Do you really think your client is that talented? I have thousands of people on my list, and you think Jennifer is that special?" His words were meant to crush confidence.
Collin kept his calm expression. He didn't flinch. His eyes remained steady, and his lips curved into a faint, knowing smile. Yes, he was confident in Jennifer. Her potential was something only he could see.
"You wouldn't lose anything in this transaction. Arnold and I will vote for you, that's a guaranteed gain. All you need to do is watch Jennifer's audition. Simple as that. Don't tell me you're afraid?" The provocation was subtle but intentional.
"Alright, haha, I agree." Salvador's grin widened, though his tone carried a hint of mockery.
On paper, it was a favorable transaction. It was true that Salvador was looking for someone to host the talk show, but he firmly believed Jennifer wasn't the best option available. He crossed his arms, already calculating how he could twist the deal to his advantage.
ANT had plenty of talents. Salvador believed he could easily find someone better.
In fact, he wouldn't have even entertained the idea of hiring Jennifer if not for what Collin could offer. If Collin had simply agreed to transfer one of his clients, Salvador would have hired Jennifer without hesitation.
At the end of the day, it was all about benefits. Morality didn't exist in this room, only strategy, leverage, and power.
The two sides shook hands and drafted a contract in the presence of a lawyer. With Arnold joining in the signing, the agreement was finalized, marking an uneasy alliance between ambition and manipulation.
Salvador believed he had won the transaction. He gained 2% voting power, and all he had to do was watch Jennifer's audition.
A satisfied smirk crept across his face as he read the contract, unaware that Collin's calm silence concealed a far deeper plan.
.........
......
...
Jennifer was having her nails painted when she unexpectedly received a call. She was in a high-end beauty salon where a single session cost thousands of dollars.
She sat comfortably in a chair, her left hand extended as nail polish was carefully applied.
Her phone rang, and Jennifer answered it with her dominant right hand. She confirmed that it was Collin, her agent.
"Collin, how's it going?" she asked casually.
"I'm alright. How about you? Is your job going well?"
"Well, it's alright."
The novelty of The Singing Voice had long faded after season three, and the show's ratings were steadily declining. It was a normal situation, but even so, Jennifer wanted to keep her job.
She understood how the business worked. The Singing Voice might get more seasons, but it would definitely cut costs. Jennifer had two choices: agree to a lower salary or leave. For her, the choice was obvious. She needed the income, even if it was painful to see her livelihood affected.
"I have a job for you, although it's not finalized yet, and you'll need to attend auditions."
"You mean you want me to act in a movie?" Jennifer asked in surprise. She thought her career path would remain focused on hosting. Even the voice acting she did a few weeks ago wasn't as shocking as the idea of acting.
"It's not a movie. It's a new TV show, a talk show. Once ANT confirms the package deal, I'll contact you with more details. For now, I want you to study and watch a lot of talk shows, preferably morning talk shows. Practice being a host."
"A-Alright." Jennifer was deeply shocked this time. She hadn't expected such news today. She thought Collin's call was just another routine to check her situation.
This time, it seemed that Collin had finally remembered her.
"Haha, Collin, it looks like you remembered that you have five clients," she teased lightly.
"Don't say that. I always think about you."
"Some people might misunderstand what you said," Jennifer replied with a soft giggle.
---
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Chapter 212
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Jennifer admitted that she had an inferiority complex because she felt like she was the only client who hadn't improved much. Her heart often sank whenever she compared herself to others. All of Collin's clients had great reputations and careers except for her. Her standards for herself were quite high.
Jennifer knew that Collin's intention for her was to make her a talk show host. She didn't know why he was set on that specific career, but she trusted him. Still, she sometimes doubted herself whenever months passed without any progress. After years of no news, Jennifer felt like she was being left behind.
And now, Collin had finally found a project for her. A talk show.
This was her long-awaited chance. The moment felt surreal, her hands trembling slightly as she held the phone.
This kind of TV show was either a hit or a miss. Everything came down to entertainment. If the talk show was entertaining, people would watch it. If not, it wouldn't get a continuation after one season. Ratings were ruthless, and networks rarely offered second chances.
"Don't worry. We already talked about my career path a few years ago, and I've been studying talk shows and hosting for years. I'm confident in myself. I might not be the best talk show host in Hollywood, but I'm probably in the top ten." Her tone was full of determination.
Jennifer wasn't lying. She hadn't forgotten their real goal. Hosting a singing competition was never the final destination. It was merely an accumulation of experience for her true path.
She had been working hard and studying relentlessly. She spent late nights watching and analyzing famous talk show hosts. She was ready. Even an impromptu audition wouldn't startle her.
Collin smiled when he heard her confidence. He was proud of Jennifer.
"I'm glad to hear that. Prepare for the audition and do your best. I believe this project is ours."
"Hm." Jennifer nodded as the call ended. She put down her phone and grinned excitedly, her heart racing with anticipation. At last, an opportunity had arrived, one she refused to waste.
Talk shows were harder to find compared to other TV programs such as narrative TV shows and reality TV shows. Limited slots meant brutal competition.
Narrative TV shows followed a storyline, such as drama series and comedy sitcoms.
Reality TV shows focused on real people and unscripted situations, such as talent shows and reality competitions.
Talk shows fell under the category of informational and discussion programs. This included news programs, documentaries, and, of course, talk shows. They relied heavily on charisma, personality, and chemistry between the host and the guests. They were less popular than narrative and reality TV shows, which was why networks only aired a few talk shows daily, perhaps only one or two.
The fact that they hadn't been able to find a talk show to audition for over many years showed just how difficult it was to secure one.
For Collin to find an available talk show for Jennifer to audition for was already a great feat.
Jennifer was impressed, happy, and excited. She had worked hard and prepared for this moment. A radiant smile spread across her face as she whispered to herself, "This is it."
.........
......
...
A man was happily sunbathing on a private island. Waves gently rushed against the white sand. His skin slowly tanned under the sun. He sat up and sipped from a fresh coconut drink. Then his assistant informed him that he had a call from Velvet Harmony.
The assistant handed him the phone.
"This is Jeff. Why did you call me?" His deep voice sounded lazy yet commanding.
Jeff Stain listened to the person on the other end of the line, his expression slowly turning solemn. The smile on his lips vanished, replaced by a deep frown.
"What happened last time must not be repeated. I don't care what tricks you use, I don't want Moonrise Music to succeed." He ended the call and tossed the phone onto the chair beside him, his jaw tightening.
Jeff was a financier who owned multiple businesses and properties. Within certain elite circles, he was famous for being an island owner.
He owned an island where all kinds of depravity took place. Beneath its paradise-like scenery lay darkness that would make anyone's stomach churn. He used the island to gain influence across multiple industries by satisfying the filthy desires of the wealthy.
He also used the island to gather blackmail material to maintain his status. He was both protected and scrutinized. So far, nothing had gone wrong for him.
He was friends with Papa Daddy, a black man who loved hosting freaky parties and inviting celebrities and young people.
He was also friends with R-Helly, another despicable individual involved in sex trafficking, including young women.
They were friends for a reason. Their bond was built on secrecy and mutual dirt on one another.
Jeff Stain recalled the time he invited Niko Walkman to one of his parties, where depravity was at its peak. The lights, the laughter, the vile moments, it all resurfaced in his memory.
At the time, Jeff believed Niko was just as disgusting as the rest of them. After all, Niko had a strange obsession with coins and seemed unhinged. He moaned over coins, which made Jeff think he was a pervert.
But when Niko stepped onto the island, Jeff was met with the most disappointing gaze of his life. Niko's cold, disgusted stare pierced him like a knife. It was the look one would give to the lowest form of filth.
That gaze offended Jeff deeply. His pride was crushed that day. Niko didn't even stay long on the island, leaving quickly without bidding Jeff farewell. The disrespect was something Jeff couldn't accept.
Even governors, former presidents of the USA, kings, and princes from other countries showed Jeff respect because of what he could provide. He handled their dirty deeds so the wealthy could indulge freely.
"Assistant, get me a pizza. I want to eat."
---
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Jennifer admitted that she had an inferiority complex because she felt like she was the only client who hadn't improved much. Her heart often sank whenever she compared herself to others. All of Collin's clients had great reputations and careers except for her. Her standards for herself were quite high.
Jennifer knew that Collin's intention for her was to make her a talk show host. She didn't know why he was set on that specific career, but she trusted him. Still, she sometimes doubted herself whenever months passed without any progress. After years of no news, Jennifer felt like she was being left behind.
And now, Collin had finally found a project for her. A talk show.
This was her long-awaited chance. The moment felt surreal, her hands trembling slightly as she held the phone.
This kind of TV show was either a hit or a miss. Everything came down to entertainment. If the talk show was entertaining, people would watch it. If not, it wouldn't get a continuation after one season. Ratings were ruthless, and networks rarely offered second chances.
"Don't worry. We already talked about my career path a few years ago, and I've been studying talk shows and hosting for years. I'm confident in myself. I might not be the best talk show host in Hollywood, but I'm probably in the top ten." Her tone was full of determination.
Jennifer wasn't lying. She hadn't forgotten their real goal. Hosting a singing competition was never the final destination. It was merely an accumulation of experience for her true path.
She had been working hard and studying relentlessly. She spent late nights watching and analyzing famous talk show hosts. She was ready. Even an impromptu audition wouldn't startle her.
Collin smiled when he heard her confidence. He was proud of Jennifer.
"I'm glad to hear that. Prepare for the audition and do your best. I believe this project is ours."
"Hm." Jennifer nodded as the call ended. She put down her phone and grinned excitedly, her heart racing with anticipation. At last, an opportunity had arrived, one she refused to waste.
Talk shows were harder to find compared to other TV programs such as narrative TV shows and reality TV shows. Limited slots meant brutal competition.
Narrative TV shows followed a storyline, such as drama series and comedy sitcoms.
Reality TV shows focused on real people and unscripted situations, such as talent shows and reality competitions.
Talk shows fell under the category of informational and discussion programs. This included news programs, documentaries, and, of course, talk shows. They relied heavily on charisma, personality, and chemistry between the host and the guests. They were less popular than narrative and reality TV shows, which was why networks only aired a few talk shows daily, perhaps only one or two.
The fact that they hadn't been able to find a talk show to audition for over many years showed just how difficult it was to secure one.
For Collin to find an available talk show for Jennifer to audition for was already a great feat.
Jennifer was impressed, happy, and excited. She had worked hard and prepared for this moment. A radiant smile spread across her face as she whispered to herself, "This is it."
.........
......
...
A man was happily sunbathing on a private island. Waves gently rushed against the white sand. His skin slowly tanned under the sun. He sat up and sipped from a fresh coconut drink. Then his assistant informed him that he had a call from Velvet Harmony.
The assistant handed him the phone.
"This is Jeff. Why did you call me?" His deep voice sounded lazy yet commanding.
Jeff Stain listened to the person on the other end of the line, his expression slowly turning solemn. The smile on his lips vanished, replaced by a deep frown.
"What happened last time must not be repeated. I don't care what tricks you use, I don't want Moonrise Music to succeed." He ended the call and tossed the phone onto the chair beside him, his jaw tightening.
Jeff was a financier who owned multiple businesses and properties. Within certain elite circles, he was famous for being an island owner.
He owned an island where all kinds of depravity took place. Beneath its paradise-like scenery lay darkness that would make anyone's stomach churn. He used the island to gain influence across multiple industries by satisfying the filthy desires of the wealthy.
He also used the island to gather blackmail material to maintain his status. He was both protected and scrutinized. So far, nothing had gone wrong for him.
He was friends with Papa Daddy, a black man who loved hosting freaky parties and inviting celebrities and young people.
He was also friends with R-Helly, another despicable individual involved in sex trafficking, including young women.
They were friends for a reason. Their bond was built on secrecy and mutual dirt on one another.
Jeff Stain recalled the time he invited Niko Walkman to one of his parties, where depravity was at its peak. The lights, the laughter, the vile moments, it all resurfaced in his memory.
At the time, Jeff believed Niko was just as disgusting as the rest of them. After all, Niko had a strange obsession with coins and seemed unhinged. He moaned over coins, which made Jeff think he was a pervert.
But when Niko stepped onto the island, Jeff was met with the most disappointing gaze of his life. Niko's cold, disgusted stare pierced him like a knife. It was the look one would give to the lowest form of filth.
That gaze offended Jeff deeply. His pride was crushed that day. Niko didn't even stay long on the island, leaving quickly without bidding Jeff farewell. The disrespect was something Jeff couldn't accept.
Even governors, former presidents of the USA, kings, and princes from other countries showed Jeff respect because of what he could provide. He handled their dirty deeds so the wealthy could indulge freely.
"Assistant, get me a pizza. I want to eat."
---
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Chapter 213
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He actually wanted to assassinate Niko, but the man also had some influence in the music industry, and silencing him would be troublesome. So the best he could do was destroy his career. Ruining his reputation was safer than risking an investigation.
Last time, they failed to steal Princess Chantal from her record label. But mistakes should not be repeated, the failure had only strengthened their determination to interfere again.
Jeff Stain and Velvet Harmony might have had strong influence in the music industry, but it all came down to profit. Princess Chantal's music was so loved by people that radio stations were bombarded with requests to play her songs, with endless listeners begging to hear them.
Even though these radio stations received orders that they must not play her music too often, they couldn't help but bend to the will of the masses.
That was the first time many radio stations had experienced such pressure. What followed was Princess Chantal's rise to stardom.
What Velvet Harmony was trying to do was prevent Moonrise Music's new artist, Pulse Static, from achieving the same status as Princess Chantal. They feared another unstoppable artist would weaken their influence.
They didn't want Moonrise Music to become more successful.
.........
......
...
"Do it."
"Why me?"
"Because you're the band leader."
"Since when did I become the band leader? I'm the newest member."
"You're indeed the newest member, so you must listen to us. Go and give him coins."
"..."
Mikael Wagner was speechless as he looked at his band members, Jericho, Rosales, and Tonio. Together, they formed the band Pulse Static.
Mikael gulped and left with no choice. He had to do it for their future. He approached Niko, the music producer who was currently sniffing coins with eagerness.
It had been a month since Pulse Static signed a contract with Moonrise Music, a record label with a good reputation. Moonrise Music was the label that made Princess Chantal a star. Since the company handled her career, expectations naturally became higher after Pulse Static joined.
Pulse Static's contract followed Princess Chantal's, showing that Moonrise Music was sincere in working with them. Even Arnold was happy when he read the contract. It was far better than other record labels. It showed that Moonrise Music had heart and confidence in their potential success.
$1 million advance payment.
20% royalty rate.
Five-album commitment from Moonrise Music.
Complete concert tour support, with Moonrise Music receiving 50% of the concert profits.
50% profit share from merchandise.
Moonrise Music decided to follow this contract because they would still earn a lot of money. However, the biggest reason Pulse Static received such a good contract was because of Collin.
If not for Collin, Pulse Static might have only received a 10% royalty rate with no concert tour support. This was the usual contract that record labels offered. Some even lowered the royalty rate to 5%, yet many artists still accepted it because young artists rarely had bargaining power.
Naturally, Arnold saw the advantage and agreed. He didn't even negotiate for more. For him, Moonrise Music was the perfect record label for his clients.
After signing the contract, the four members of Pulse Static each received $225,000. Arnold and his team naturally earned a 10% commission, which was why each member received $225,000 instead of $250,000.
Yet the fact that they easily earned $225,000 was enough to shock each member to the core. They were just ordinary people a month ago, not even sure if their dreams could become reality.
To make it clear, the $1 million they received was a loan they needed to pay back through album sales.
Mikael approached Niko, who was busy flirting with his coins and murmuring to them like treasured companions.
"Um, Niko, sir, here's a coin."
Mikael extended his hand to Niko. In his palm were old coins from a past era.
After getting briefed by Vivian, the owner of Moonrise Music, Mikael and the others realized that Niko was a talented music producer, but he had unique quirks. For Niko to work with Pulse Static, they needed to earn his approval.
Last time, Princess Chantal gave Niko a coin and the man agreed to produce her album. The story had become legend inside the label.
This time, Pulse Static had it harder.
Apparently, Niko rarely cooperated with male artists. He usually preferred working with female artists, especially those who gave him coins. Either way, it was difficult to work with him because most artists, male or female, were afraid to approach him. His behavior unsettled many professionals.
Vivian told them the trick to convince Niko. She learned the trick from the King of Pop himself. Jackson Mike had collaborated with Niko because of it.
The members of Pulse Static did their best to look for vintage coins, well-preserved coins with historical value.
Mikael nervously showed the coins, his palms sweaty. He had encountered his fair share of odd people in college, but someone who took pleasure in sniffing coins was on another level.
Suddenly, Niko stopped what he was doing. He stared at the coins and grabbed them, inspecting their condition, his eyes shining with collector enthusiasm.
"1847 Gothic Crown and 1909-S VDB Lincoln Cent. The quality is good. However, I already have these coins in my collection."
"I- Is that so...?" Mikael's lips twitched. It cost them $10,000 to buy these coins from a collector.
Niko looked at Mikael and then at the three men behind him. Focus and sanity returned to his eyes.
"You guys are the new artists of Moonrise Music. Pulse Static, is that right?"
"Yes, sir."
Mikael was still skeptical about how this man created hit songs. He didn't look like someone capable of doing so, his appearance and actions contradicted his reputation.
"Vivian wants us to follow the emo punk rock style."
Emo punk rock was becoming popular in the early 2000s, and Moonrise Music wanted to ride the wave of its popularity.
"I see... You guys prepared a record tape? I want to listen to your songs."
"Um, we have cover songs."
"That will do." Niko stood up and went to the control room. The new studio had better equipment.
He played the tape and listened to their cover songs from famous rock bands. He slightly raised his brow and stared at the four men. They looked promising, particularly the vocalist.
'... Is finding talented singers really this easy?'
Niko had been a music producer for decades, and he could tell if a person was talented. When he listened to Princess Chantal's voice for the first time, he knew the woman would achieve success, and it seemed Pulse Static had the same potential.
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He actually wanted to assassinate Niko, but the man also had some influence in the music industry, and silencing him would be troublesome. So the best he could do was destroy his career. Ruining his reputation was safer than risking an investigation.
Last time, they failed to steal Princess Chantal from her record label. But mistakes should not be repeated, the failure had only strengthened their determination to interfere again.
Jeff Stain and Velvet Harmony might have had strong influence in the music industry, but it all came down to profit. Princess Chantal's music was so loved by people that radio stations were bombarded with requests to play her songs, with endless listeners begging to hear them.
Even though these radio stations received orders that they must not play her music too often, they couldn't help but bend to the will of the masses.
That was the first time many radio stations had experienced such pressure. What followed was Princess Chantal's rise to stardom.
What Velvet Harmony was trying to do was prevent Moonrise Music's new artist, Pulse Static, from achieving the same status as Princess Chantal. They feared another unstoppable artist would weaken their influence.
They didn't want Moonrise Music to become more successful.
.........
......
...
"Do it."
"Why me?"
"Because you're the band leader."
"Since when did I become the band leader? I'm the newest member."
"You're indeed the newest member, so you must listen to us. Go and give him coins."
"..."
Mikael Wagner was speechless as he looked at his band members, Jericho, Rosales, and Tonio. Together, they formed the band Pulse Static.
Mikael gulped and left with no choice. He had to do it for their future. He approached Niko, the music producer who was currently sniffing coins with eagerness.
It had been a month since Pulse Static signed a contract with Moonrise Music, a record label with a good reputation. Moonrise Music was the label that made Princess Chantal a star. Since the company handled her career, expectations naturally became higher after Pulse Static joined.
Pulse Static's contract followed Princess Chantal's, showing that Moonrise Music was sincere in working with them. Even Arnold was happy when he read the contract. It was far better than other record labels. It showed that Moonrise Music had heart and confidence in their potential success.
$1 million advance payment.
20% royalty rate.
Five-album commitment from Moonrise Music.
Complete concert tour support, with Moonrise Music receiving 50% of the concert profits.
50% profit share from merchandise.
Moonrise Music decided to follow this contract because they would still earn a lot of money. However, the biggest reason Pulse Static received such a good contract was because of Collin.
If not for Collin, Pulse Static might have only received a 10% royalty rate with no concert tour support. This was the usual contract that record labels offered. Some even lowered the royalty rate to 5%, yet many artists still accepted it because young artists rarely had bargaining power.
Naturally, Arnold saw the advantage and agreed. He didn't even negotiate for more. For him, Moonrise Music was the perfect record label for his clients.
After signing the contract, the four members of Pulse Static each received $225,000. Arnold and his team naturally earned a 10% commission, which was why each member received $225,000 instead of $250,000.
Yet the fact that they easily earned $225,000 was enough to shock each member to the core. They were just ordinary people a month ago, not even sure if their dreams could become reality.
To make it clear, the $1 million they received was a loan they needed to pay back through album sales.
Mikael approached Niko, who was busy flirting with his coins and murmuring to them like treasured companions.
"Um, Niko, sir, here's a coin."
Mikael extended his hand to Niko. In his palm were old coins from a past era.
After getting briefed by Vivian, the owner of Moonrise Music, Mikael and the others realized that Niko was a talented music producer, but he had unique quirks. For Niko to work with Pulse Static, they needed to earn his approval.
Last time, Princess Chantal gave Niko a coin and the man agreed to produce her album. The story had become legend inside the label.
This time, Pulse Static had it harder.
Apparently, Niko rarely cooperated with male artists. He usually preferred working with female artists, especially those who gave him coins. Either way, it was difficult to work with him because most artists, male or female, were afraid to approach him. His behavior unsettled many professionals.
Vivian told them the trick to convince Niko. She learned the trick from the King of Pop himself. Jackson Mike had collaborated with Niko because of it.
The members of Pulse Static did their best to look for vintage coins, well-preserved coins with historical value.
Mikael nervously showed the coins, his palms sweaty. He had encountered his fair share of odd people in college, but someone who took pleasure in sniffing coins was on another level.
Suddenly, Niko stopped what he was doing. He stared at the coins and grabbed them, inspecting their condition, his eyes shining with collector enthusiasm.
"1847 Gothic Crown and 1909-S VDB Lincoln Cent. The quality is good. However, I already have these coins in my collection."
"I- Is that so...?" Mikael's lips twitched. It cost them $10,000 to buy these coins from a collector.
Niko looked at Mikael and then at the three men behind him. Focus and sanity returned to his eyes.
"You guys are the new artists of Moonrise Music. Pulse Static, is that right?"
"Yes, sir."
Mikael was still skeptical about how this man created hit songs. He didn't look like someone capable of doing so, his appearance and actions contradicted his reputation.
"Vivian wants us to follow the emo punk rock style."
Emo punk rock was becoming popular in the early 2000s, and Moonrise Music wanted to ride the wave of its popularity.
"I see... You guys prepared a record tape? I want to listen to your songs."
"Um, we have cover songs."
"That will do." Niko stood up and went to the control room. The new studio had better equipment.
He played the tape and listened to their cover songs from famous rock bands. He slightly raised his brow and stared at the four men. They looked promising, particularly the vocalist.
'... Is finding talented singers really this easy?'
Niko had been a music producer for decades, and he could tell if a person was talented. When he listened to Princess Chantal's voice for the first time, he knew the woman would achieve success, and it seemed Pulse Static had the same potential.
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For the second time, Niko felt that Pulse Static had the potential to achieve success. His usual hazy eyes sparkled, a sign that inspiration had awakened. This rock band seemed comparable to Princess Chantal in terms of charisma.
He thought Princess Chantal was already a miracle, a once-in-a-generation phenomenon.
Once was already a miracle, but twice was something he should take seriously. It was rare for his instincts to be wrong, and this time, his intuition told him that something big was brewing.
Because of this, Niko became interested in working with Pulse Static, his curiosity completely overriding his weirdness. His usual odd expression turned serious, and even his posture straightened slightly. He rarely had the chance to collaborate with people worthy of his creations. Most artists crumbled under the weight of his weirdness.
"You, sing this song." Niko pointed at Mikael Wagner. His tone was calm but carried authority. His gaze made Mikael stiffen unconsciously. For some reason, Niko had changed.
"Me? A- Alright." Mikael quickly sang the song. He knew the lyrics since he had already practiced them. His voice trembled slightly at first, but he soon found his rhythm, letting the melody flow naturally.
As Niko listened to his voice, he felt that something was strange. His brows furrowed as he analyzed Mikael's voice carefully. He frowned and told the whole band to play the song instead, deciding a full performance was necessary. His tone was sharper this time, filled with curiosity.
The four men went inside the recording booth and played the song with their instruments. The room was filled with the raw sound of drums, bass, and guitar blending perfectly together.
"... So his voice radiates when instruments accompany him live," Niko muttered under his breath, nodding slowly in realization. His eyes shone with interest as if he had just discovered a secret ingredient to their success.
Niko quickly understood Mikael's talent. It wasn't about vocal skill, it was chemistry, a synergy among bandmates. Mikael's voice came alive when fused with his bandmates' energy. No wonder Niko was a Golden Talent, he easily recognized Mikael's charm, his instincts honed by decades. He smirked faintly, impressed with himself... The next day, he would return to being a coin-sniffing guy.
"I see. That means I have to make albums that can make the whole band shine." His mind was already racing with ideas. Inspiration flooded him like a sudden wave. The spark of creation had begun.
He called them out of the recording booth and let them stay in the control room, wanting them nearby. Niko found a piece of paper and started writing.
Emo punk rock had a certain style to it, particularly in the lyrics. Niko, who knew many kinds of music genres, was not genre-phobic. He appreciated artistic diversity.
If there was an obvious trait of emo punk rock, it was expressive lyrics. Some people called them depressing lyrics, personal struggles and raw confessions of pain.
Niko didn't really have personal struggles. Despite many people bullying him for his behavior, Niko didn't feel bullied. He basically didn't care. As long as his coins were not stolen, anything in his surroundings didn't matter.
Still, he knew how to make a depressing song, this was not his first time.
"... Do you guys suffer hardships in your lives?" Niko turned to the four men sitting on the bench.
"Back when I was in elementary school, our family was so poor we had to look for food in garbage bins," Rosales (bassist) answered. It was a part of his life he would never forget. At that time, his father lost his job and they struggled to pay their debts. Every day felt uncertain.
Niko took that into consideration.
"How about you?" Niko said to Jericho (guitarist).
"Me? I'm not sure. I never really suffered that much in my life. Although there was a point in my elementary days when I almost got kidnapped by a white van." Jericho said, awkwardly scratching his head. He was still young at that time and couldn't remember it well. He just knew a stranger gave him candy and invited him into his van, but Jericho didn't listen and ran away.
"I see." Niko noted it down. Although this kind of topic might not be appropriate for the genre, emotions were emotions.
Niko then looked at Tonio (drummer).
"I don't have personal struggles." Tonio grinned, wearing a carefree smile. He saw his life as a blessing.
"As for me," Mikael recalled something. "Does being undermined by your parents count?"
"Explain it to me more," Niko said to Mikael, the vocalist.
"My parents were actually against my dreams. They didn't like that I pursued music and acting. They were against me attending art and film school, although I'm thankful they supported my college financially."
"That's perfect."
Niko found what he wanted to write. The theme was clear: Defiance against the authority and how depressing live could be.
He started writing lyrics on a piece of paper while the four men waited for him to finish. However, making a song could take a few minutes or a few days depending on the situation, creativity had no schedule. It was clear that Niko's creation would take some time to complete. In fact, he sniffed his coins once in a while, which made Pulse Static shudder.
Even the coins they gave to Niko were getting violated.
"The money we spent on those coins, the record label will compensate us, right?"
Rosales whispered to his bandmates. The others shook their heads, unsure if the money would be returned.
Suddenly, they heard a commotion outside. The four men looked at the door while Niko kept busy with his work, the noise outside didn't affect him.
"Strange, the control room should be soundproof. Why can we hear the commotion outside?"
"Someone probably opened the door."
The four men approached the door and confirmed that it was slightly open, enough for the sound to come in.
They decided to see what was going on. When they opened the door, they found Vivian talking to a man.
The man was begging on his knees. He was in his late 20s and had a handsome face, but his expression showed sadness and desperation.
"Lewis, no matter how much you try, it's over. I can't accept your apology."
"Please, Miss Vivian! One more chance, just give me one more chance!"
Lewis cried out, making a scene in front of the recording studio. Even the staff from the next room heard the commotion and gathered nearby.
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For the second time, Niko felt that Pulse Static had the potential to achieve success. His usual hazy eyes sparkled, a sign that inspiration had awakened. This rock band seemed comparable to Princess Chantal in terms of charisma.
He thought Princess Chantal was already a miracle, a once-in-a-generation phenomenon.
Once was already a miracle, but twice was something he should take seriously. It was rare for his instincts to be wrong, and this time, his intuition told him that something big was brewing.
Because of this, Niko became interested in working with Pulse Static, his curiosity completely overriding his weirdness. His usual odd expression turned serious, and even his posture straightened slightly. He rarely had the chance to collaborate with people worthy of his creations. Most artists crumbled under the weight of his weirdness.
"You, sing this song." Niko pointed at Mikael Wagner. His tone was calm but carried authority. His gaze made Mikael stiffen unconsciously. For some reason, Niko had changed.
"Me? A- Alright." Mikael quickly sang the song. He knew the lyrics since he had already practiced them. His voice trembled slightly at first, but he soon found his rhythm, letting the melody flow naturally.
As Niko listened to his voice, he felt that something was strange. His brows furrowed as he analyzed Mikael's voice carefully. He frowned and told the whole band to play the song instead, deciding a full performance was necessary. His tone was sharper this time, filled with curiosity.
The four men went inside the recording booth and played the song with their instruments. The room was filled with the raw sound of drums, bass, and guitar blending perfectly together.
"... So his voice radiates when instruments accompany him live," Niko muttered under his breath, nodding slowly in realization. His eyes shone with interest as if he had just discovered a secret ingredient to their success.
Niko quickly understood Mikael's talent. It wasn't about vocal skill, it was chemistry, a synergy among bandmates. Mikael's voice came alive when fused with his bandmates' energy. No wonder Niko was a Golden Talent, he easily recognized Mikael's charm, his instincts honed by decades. He smirked faintly, impressed with himself... The next day, he would return to being a coin-sniffing guy.
"I see. That means I have to make albums that can make the whole band shine." His mind was already racing with ideas. Inspiration flooded him like a sudden wave. The spark of creation had begun.
He called them out of the recording booth and let them stay in the control room, wanting them nearby. Niko found a piece of paper and started writing.
Emo punk rock had a certain style to it, particularly in the lyrics. Niko, who knew many kinds of music genres, was not genre-phobic. He appreciated artistic diversity.
If there was an obvious trait of emo punk rock, it was expressive lyrics. Some people called them depressing lyrics, personal struggles and raw confessions of pain.
Niko didn't really have personal struggles. Despite many people bullying him for his behavior, Niko didn't feel bullied. He basically didn't care. As long as his coins were not stolen, anything in his surroundings didn't matter.
Still, he knew how to make a depressing song, this was not his first time.
"... Do you guys suffer hardships in your lives?" Niko turned to the four men sitting on the bench.
"Back when I was in elementary school, our family was so poor we had to look for food in garbage bins," Rosales (bassist) answered. It was a part of his life he would never forget. At that time, his father lost his job and they struggled to pay their debts. Every day felt uncertain.
Niko took that into consideration.
"How about you?" Niko said to Jericho (guitarist).
"Me? I'm not sure. I never really suffered that much in my life. Although there was a point in my elementary days when I almost got kidnapped by a white van." Jericho said, awkwardly scratching his head. He was still young at that time and couldn't remember it well. He just knew a stranger gave him candy and invited him into his van, but Jericho didn't listen and ran away.
"I see." Niko noted it down. Although this kind of topic might not be appropriate for the genre, emotions were emotions.
Niko then looked at Tonio (drummer).
"I don't have personal struggles." Tonio grinned, wearing a carefree smile. He saw his life as a blessing.
"As for me," Mikael recalled something. "Does being undermined by your parents count?"
"Explain it to me more," Niko said to Mikael, the vocalist.
"My parents were actually against my dreams. They didn't like that I pursued music and acting. They were against me attending art and film school, although I'm thankful they supported my college financially."
"That's perfect."
Niko found what he wanted to write. The theme was clear: Defiance against the authority and how depressing live could be.
He started writing lyrics on a piece of paper while the four men waited for him to finish. However, making a song could take a few minutes or a few days depending on the situation, creativity had no schedule. It was clear that Niko's creation would take some time to complete. In fact, he sniffed his coins once in a while, which made Pulse Static shudder.
Even the coins they gave to Niko were getting violated.
"The money we spent on those coins, the record label will compensate us, right?"
Rosales whispered to his bandmates. The others shook their heads, unsure if the money would be returned.
Suddenly, they heard a commotion outside. The four men looked at the door while Niko kept busy with his work, the noise outside didn't affect him.
"Strange, the control room should be soundproof. Why can we hear the commotion outside?"
"Someone probably opened the door."
The four men approached the door and confirmed that it was slightly open, enough for the sound to come in.
They decided to see what was going on. When they opened the door, they found Vivian talking to a man.
The man was begging on his knees. He was in his late 20s and had a handsome face, but his expression showed sadness and desperation.
"Lewis, no matter how much you try, it's over. I can't accept your apology."
"Please, Miss Vivian! One more chance, just give me one more chance!"
Lewis cried out, making a scene in front of the recording studio. Even the staff from the next room heard the commotion and gathered nearby.
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[This novel has 81 chapters on Patreon.]