Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
She was so gorgeous lying there on the table. When she came, it was electric. I almost busted a nut right there. But I’d managed to keep my cool. Years in the film business has taught me how to keep cool under pressure.
She’s nothing like I remember her being. Of course, I hadn’t seen her in a long time. It must have been…five years? Maybe longer? We’ve met a couple of times over the years. Her father, George, has worked for me for almost fifteen years. It makes sense that she's changed since it has been so long. The main surprise is just how much she has changed! I would’ve remembered someone as beautiful as her. True, I can be a little self-absorbed at times, but I'm not blind.
Company barbeques, holiday parties – I’m sure she came to those, but the Tammy I remember was a little girl. Buckteeth, braces, and no curves. She had skinned knees and a rat’s nest for hair. She was just my employee's kid!
But last night, she was someone else. She’s curvy everywhere and so luscious. Everything about her is absolutely gorgeous. From her beautiful brown curls to her magnificent breasts to the rest of her. Literally everything.
Fuck! I’m getting hard again, and she isn’t even in the room. I’m going to have a very embarrassing moment soon if I’m not careful. This needs to stop. No one leaves these rooms unless I do, and I’m not about to walk out of here with a massive bulge in my slacks. There are limits to how far even I will take things.
“So yeah, that’s the story we’d like to bring to the public. I like to think it’s a massive critique on consumptive society regarding the masses.”
That’s what I got from reading the script. It didn’t seem like a particularly good story, and their themes are presented sloppily. I don't think it would do well at the box office or with critics. Maybe with the right director, it could work. But there would need to be quite a lot of overhaul if this film was to become a viable project for us. For me to be willing to do the overhaul, I have to really believe in the potential of a project and its creators.
But I saw in their pitch deck that one of their hardline points is that one of them would be directing the movie. From the energy I’m getting from these two, the pitch is going to be a hard no from me. While it is good to advocate for yourself in this business, flexibility is also important. If these guys are going to treat this script like their baby for the entire process, they'll never achieve anything worthwhile. And they seem to be blinded by their own singular vision.
At the end of the day, I don’t want to produce anything with them. They seem like the type to make all kinds of weird demands. And it looks like they don't even have the talent to back up their shortcomings.
With their pitch over, it’s now time for me to give feedback. There isn’t much I have to say with them here, so I throw out my signature line for getting someone out of the room.
“We’ll get in touch,” I tell them. They nod, thanking us for our time before leaving the meeting.
“I thought they had some interesting ideas,” Jonah says. He’s the one who brought the proposal to me, I believe. Sometimes he hits the mark, but this time, he was way off base. I can see where he might have thought this was something worth pursuing, but he should have done a lot more work toward making it interesting for me if he really wanted our studio to pick it up.
“Yeah, it could really come together, I think. Maybe if it’s produced a certain way,” Chris comments. A few more people add their two cents, but they all keep their comments vague. It’s clear they’re all avoiding making a definitive statement until I make my own opinion known.
“We’re not bringing them on. We’re going to cut the project. Since we never hired them, we don’t have to fire them, but someone let those guys know. I don’t feel like it.” They all nod, taking my words as if they are the words of a genius. I do my best not to roll my eyes. I can see that Robert is highly amused with everything that has just happened. He tends to find joy in my minor frustrations. Some would say that makes him a shitty friend, but to me, it just means he has a more objective eye. Because if Robert finds something amusing, then that means it’s not as big of a deal as I think it is.
I watch everyone continue to talk about what a great choice I’ve made. It really was the obvious choice. If most of the room didn’t have their heads so far up my ass, they would have been able to articulate this themselves. I don’t need or care to listen to any more of this ass-kissing. I’m learning nothing, and the monotony of their remarks is feeding into my boredom.