38 Calm Before The Storm (1/2)

Of course I was being sarcastic.

As if I would allow them to continue what they are doing, right in one of my fucking auditoriums.

This is a workplace, not a goddamn whorehouse.

”Mr. Maxwell.”

The balding man utters shakily once he recognizes who I am.

It did take a while since I don't really have any distinct facial features even after the beautification side effect of my body augmentation from the future.

It didn't help since I am also white and part of the majority in America.

In contrast, I didn't really remember immediately who exactly this fat man is despite the strange sense of familiarity.

I might have met him or even talk to him in person in one of the countless seminars I have held in the company. I like to keep myself busy, one way or another.

Being busy stops me from finding things usually people to entertain myself.

Anyway, there are simply too many people working in Terra Production.

Remembering thousands of people is very possible thanks to my enhanced memory, but why do I have to waste precious brain cells on rather pointless stuffs?

Furthermore, I didn't really need to.

Shield Surveillance Security has me covered in this area.

His profile window appears right before my eyes.

His entire history is for me to review at my leisure.

”Howard Weinstein, is it? Nice to meet you. And this must be the lovely Miss Sharon Stone. I saw your audition from the back. It is marvellous. If it wasn't for Miss Sandra Bullock, I believe you would have gotten the part with just your acting ability and talent alone.”

I give her a smile, emphasising on the last line.

Honestly, Sharon didn't need to lower herself since she does have the acting skills and talents to be a star or even a superstar.

However, someone will always be better than her, even if just a little bit.

Every bit is important in Hollywood.

You either get casted as the heroine or you don't.

It is that simple.

Sharon Stone has already straightened her hair and herself, looking like she had just entered the room from the audition less than half an hour ago.

She even has this expression of innocent – this slut.

”Why... why are you here? How are you here?”

Howard questions. He is still shocked and surprised to see me. He did make sure the door was locked after he entered the room with Sharon in tow.

It is to conduct their private business.

I am so sorry that I have to crash their little party – not really.

I gesture my right hand dismissively at the man's question. I obviously didn't need door to go where I needed to go.

Good thing I have tugged Antigone in another room far down the hall. She is sleeping peacefully.

I wouldn't want to accidentally wake my baby girl up for what I have in mind for these two – one more severe than the other.

It will probably scar Antigone for life. My daughter has a rough morning already, getting squish and all of that by a fucking car.

Damn it, I just remember the horrifying image again.

Marian Oxford will pay dearly for that no matter what Henry will say. The man will beg for his daughter. It is the natural thing for a father who loves his daughter.

However, I do not forget and I do not forgive!

This is who I am.

”Ah, don't worry about unimportant stuffs. What matters is that I am here right now, Mr. Weinstein.”

I beam at the balding man and wonder if I should kill him horribly for this transgression right after his equally horrifying punishment.

Killing people has becomes so natural now. I hope I don't execute people for the slightest provocation in the future.

That would make me a monster – well more of a monster than I already am.

However, I might have reach my quotas of brutally murdering people before dinner for the day.

Three people a day, over a thousand a year seems like a good goal.

”Oh. Don't stop on account of me. Please continue, Mr. Weinstein. But do tell me, how are you going to get Miss Stone the part in the movie? Also, I am curious to how long this has been going on?”

It didn't feel like the first time this guy has done such a thing, using his position as director or producer to pressure aspiring young actresses into getting in bed with him.

Selene confirms my suspicion within seconds.

Mr. Weinstein – why did that family name sounds so familiar the more I have said it? – has been using this office as a fucking-den for the last couple of weeks.

Goddamn it!

I was in this very room just a last week, talking to Halle Berry about her recent improvements. I guess I will have this room torched and refurbished.

”It is all a misunderstanding, Mr. Maxwell. I was just having a private conversation with Sharon about her audition. I thought she has done very well, but just a bit below what we are looking for. I trying to reject her while maintaining a good relationship for the future.”

Howard replies, causing Sharon to glare deadly at him.

The first name basis really gives him away.

”Why didn't you say so, Mr. Weinstein? I thought she was sucking you off for your vote. My mistake – I really jump to conclusion here. Since that is the case, why didn't you invite more people to join in on this business discussion? More people more fun, isn't it? Sharing is caring from what I have heard.”

I snaps my fingers.

”You know what, let's get the whole filming crew in here so we can an fucking orgy with Miss Sharon Stone. I believe she needs all the votes she can get. How many dicks can she swallows.”

I pick up my phone, readying to dial when a loud slap echoes in the room.