38 Calm Before The Storm (2/2)

Since the office is completely sound-proof, no one will heard that. It is one of the reasons why they use this room to fuck around.

”How dare you!”

Sharon Stone shouts furiously at the man before turning to me.

Is that tears in her eyes?

”Please don't listen to him, Maximilien. He forces himself on me, saying that if I don't be nice to him, he will see to it that I will never find work here or in Hollywood again. I have no choice.”

Sharon tells me, pleadingly.

She really is a good actress.

She is on my list of actresses to acquire after all.

However, after what has happened, I might have to rethink about that.

There is an image I need all my actresses to have, not necessary the same image.

The more unique each actress have, the better.

For example, Halle Berry is a black homeless girl from the slum who ascends to become a star.

It is a fairy tale comes true, telling the entire world that star can truly come from anywhere, even from places you have never expected.

As for Jennifer Aniston, her image would be a young woman who achieves her dream through her own hard work and determination. She does not rely on her family connection to become a star – although the actual story might be different from the truth.

It did not matter since reality is what the majority believe.

Rumours can becomes real if enough people believe in it.

That is why I will dominate the entertainment industry.

When I have a monopoly of the media, the truth will be what I tell people it is.

It is hard to discredit me when all famous celebrities and stars from all walk of life vouch for whatever nonsense I spout.

”Force himself upon you? Now that is ****, isn't Mr. Weinstein? If Miss Stone decide to sue us for this, it will cost the company millions. But I can't take only her word for it. Let's see if that is the truth.”

I comment before opening the draw to my right side.

My comment puzzle the both of them, especially Sharon.

She already has the idea of suing if this went south.

There is no camera in the room, so it really is her words against his if this went to court. Since she is a woman, the court will decide in her favour.

What kind of garbage justice is that?

The stereotypical one, apparently.

I will bring down the whole corrupted system just before the emergence of a new world order.

It will be fun roasting all those judges, who swore to God to uphold the law and only the law.

The remote to the massive wall-mounted LCD screen is sitting inside the drawer along with a handgun – why is there a handgun here? Don't tell me he uses it to threaten people?

This fucking guy.

I have the high-tech liquid display installed the moment one went on sale regardless of the cost.

I will have the best available on the market for my company.

It also gives the impression of the immerse backing that Terra Entertainment has.

Sharon went pale when the security feeds plays on the television screen.

It shows her pushing Howard against the couch once the door is locked before proceeding to doing her business.

”Looks like it is reverse-rape, which is still ****, just the role are switched around, Miss Stone. I wonder how the jury will feel when they have a look at this video tape. Do you still think you can still play the victim in all of this? Oh, wait, there's more.”

The video switches, showing the time before this one. The one that they are actually fucking like dogs in heat.

”Oh fuck, harder, harder! I love your cock!”

Sharon screams on the television as she being pounded from behind.

She actually urges Howards to fuck her instead of trying to fight his advances – if it was ****.

Obviously, there is an agreement between the two long before the audition even announced.

I picks up the handgun and points the weapon at Sharon. I don't like using guns since my time power is far more deadlier. But it is a tool, and a tool is meant to be used.

Furthermore, it excites me when seeing the two-face bitch begging for her life.

”I don't like being lied to, Miss Stone, especially right in front of my face. Now, where do you want it? In the chest or in the face? I suggest the chest since I assume you want everyone to remember how beautiful you will look at your funeral.”

”No. Wait! Max. Mr. Maxwell. I got it wrong. I'm in the wrong. I am. It is my fault – all my fault. I won't say a word about this, not to anyone. I will leave. Please let me leave.”

Sharon begs and tries to reach the door to flee.

I shot the floor, causing her to fall onto her ass in sheer terror. The red carpet between her legs is then being drenched by what I assume a cocktail of bodily fluids.

It is not just urine.

”Where do you think you're going? Please don't do that again because I am not a really good shot. It is the first time I handle a weapon, you know.”

That isn't exactly true.

While this really is the first time I handle a handgun, my aim are perfect thanks to the computer-aided aiming system.

Selene shows me exactly where the bullet will go in real time should I fire the weapon. She also shows me the ricochet path as well.

I points the weapon at Howard, forcing the man to raise his hands in fright.

”I swear that I saw you during one of the seminars. You know, the seminars about not fucking on the job or I will have your balls. Do you think I was joking when I said that?”

Deafening screams attacks my ears following a gunshot.

His balls are literally severed from a perfectly place bullet.