CHAPTER 3: Murder (From evolution)

CHAPTER 3 : Murder (From evolution.)

     At only 32 he became a multi millionaire. But long before that, 13 years ago, he was a young 19-year-old student who left his legal studies to write. Fascinated by the imagination, the romantic world which is not only for him a correction of this world but also a possible alternative to escape from the present. Then when he set to work, to write, he therefore understood that this world in his writings is only another trajectory of life that he created, that he can guide as he thinks. Thus in these works he could emit concepts through his characters, his way of conceiving of the world, the expression of his darkest desires. However, he did not stop there. Why not make it an alternate reality ? Not this time for an escape from the real world but for an intrusion into current reality. He then decided to change his own reality and become rich since that was what he represented to himself through his writings, a rich novelist. With that he began to offer his works to publishing houses in the city. The wait was sometimes annoying. At the same time, he also had to find a little job to support himself. He soon had the chance to star in a stage act on a filmmaking set. He had a 5min role in the act. Handsome, tall, young he was perfect for this role, he was taken for his bodily advantages and not his intellectual faculties.

   By the end of the act as a longtime actor he was perfect, his improvisation in the act role, in the act puns was as the director wanted. He then called out to get to know him better.

-So young man, have you ever played in shows ?

-No sir it was my first time he said to him

- Oh, it was perfect, if that tells you I will need you in some short film acts

Excitedly he posed ?

-So I will have a main role ?

-I’m not sure but your presence would be advantageous and also be perfect instinctive as you have just been. The recruiting agent at your contact, he will join you.

-Thank you sir. See you next time.

He left the place holding his remuneration in hand composing a few tickets.

     Happy was he. He would come home, call his mother to tell her about the role he has just landed. The mother was not enthusiastic enough about the news because of her ideologies about it, She had a very reserved opinion on these TV actresses who exposed their bodies, who kissed shamelessly in front of the camera, followed by scenes obscene. What she denounced quite often in discussions on the subject with her son. Unlike him who had a more vague and objective opinion by insisting on the art of a realization, to move the televiewers and readers, to awaken in them certain very deep feelings. This is the very art. Making a reader sad, joyful, and cheerful at the same time.

-And that pays well, son?

-Yes mom

-OK. But if I learn you play in scenes not too well seen, I come to town and I give you the beating you deserve.

- Don't worry mom, the important thing is to earn the money isn't it?

-What are you saying here ?

- Promised mom, I'll avoid that.

- So much the better, son. And good luck. You could take advantage of it and present your works.

-I'm not sure they would be interested in it but I will try.

-Do not underestimate yourself, my big one. You have a talent. And I'm your first fan.

-Or maybe because you're my mother.

-Yes because I am your mother and the one who judges when you have to choose your luck, Anyway you have nothing to lose. They read it or not it is too bad for them.

-Thank you.

       

       After interviews he then obtains a few roles in certain films, subsidiary roles but which he played wonderfully. He therefore decided after further acquaintance with the director to present his works to him which at first, the latter was unaware of. He thus decided to insist without concrete result. However, he had an advantage. A whole host of students adored him as a writer. And liked to read his book through social networks, a personal blog of his own with more than two thousand subscribers, for a stranger in the world of beautiful feathers it was enough. So he was able to convince, Mr. Koffi the director by promising him two thousand new viewers to his next film by dint of just glancing at some of his works.

-So where do you publish your books?

- Nowhere yet, I just do publications on the net and that many young people love

-And you haven't thought about making yourself known?

-Yes, but I do not have enough knowledge in the field.

-OK I find a niche to read some of your crap and I'll see if it's worth a look. But I promise you nothing.

-Thank you sir.

A few hours later that evening, he called Mike who thought he was called in for another interview for a role. However, it was more than that.

-Dear kid, I called you here because one of my film writers found your works very interesting.

-Is that so ? I thought you are going to help me present it to an editor, and not one of your authors?

-He? What's the matter with you. Those who write for me have enough experience to recognize a good work.

-Maybe yes. They have enough experience but no talents.

Nicolas, surprised at the little boy's arrogance, reinforced his face and came closer to him.

- Are you going to tell me what is going round in your head to the point of insulting my employees in front of me?

 - Wait, I tell you! First of all you have formidable actors, who adapt to everything and play their role perfectly, but your authors who write your acts are archinuls. It is deplorable that they cannot describe the prior feelings of a character before the act, it is necessary to provide feelings to the televiewers and not only of the action. Do you know why others prefer novels to your films? Because they relate the details better. Your films do not highlight your details since these details are not emphasized enough by your authors. So the actors do as they say and are written. This is my thought of things.

     Surprised by this exhibition of analysis from the little one who comes in a minute to teach him how to do his job as a director and who has perhaps just solved a problem that he himself found quite complex. Change its author.

-Tell me. How would you like a more profitable and stable job?

-It depends on what I am offered!

-Which would be much better than your stupid little roles. And you will recognize your talent.

-Yes that would tell me a role of author!

-Yes and more. You will be my director, bring me those details that we need or I promise you I'll kill you.

-OK sir. I will put you in the face.

- I'm waiting to see, kid.

    He then transcended the expectations of Nicolas who was astonished. This new pace of examining things, of making the actors play such in an alternative reality that the viewers were moved by. Finally he found a way to implement his ideologies. It was through these acts that he himself wrote and directed. Only in his twenties he had a pretty good paying job being the cornerstone of an evolutionary mechanism of a very large company. He therefore took a very classic apartment as he dreamed of it, a car of a very beautiful model. And not to let it slip through his fingers Nicolas signed him a contract of millions of FCFA per year. The company entered the "top 10 best and most watched movies of the decade" through new films of course written and directed by Mike. He was young but he was a storytelling genius. Being one of those people who can make you swallow whatever they say. Despite all of this Mike still hadn't got what he wanted. Being known to the public, he was still under the influence of the big production house "Nicomovies" of Nicolas. For that, you needed a plan, to be known and influential enough is not limited to just success or intelligence. First a lot more money and then get into the race for power, whatever the type.

     The afternoon was boiling with traffic throughout the country's capital, stores and ice cream shops are open. It was a good hour for lunch. Two at tables, long-time friends, one a great writer in the process of becoming the other a soon-to-be-made lawyer. Best friends, always accomplices. Eric came from a modest family but had knowledge in the political and legal environment of the country. It was therefore an advantage for him to opt for the course of legal sciences by insisting his friend to follow him who later changed his mind to become a writer, and today being the author of great films. After his master's degree in law, with the help of his parents, he got a job as a legal assistant in an outstanding law firm in the city. From there he assisted very influential people. Unlike Mike who didn't have enough on that side, but a little richer

-So the great actor how are you?

-I'm not an actor but ..

-Author and director.

Completed Franck, and continued

-You have told me several times already.

-And why do you insist on repeating your stupidity?

-To tease you once more.

- Well you like that making fun of me. Like the other time you planted me in a nightclub to go make 3 girls at the same time.

-You didn't want the third one I took it from.

-Serious three girls in one moment man? How many cocks do you have?

-A; but a stubborn enough to last for hours!

-Three minutes yeah.

 He said bursting with laughter.

- Your mouth Mike. It only happened to me once and I made the mistake of telling you about it.

-Just not finish for three minutes.

- Go and show you. At least I do it myself if it only lasts three minutes.

-Dude I'm fucking good you don't think so.

-Is that so? The last time?

-I will say 2 months? And you?

-Serious ? Me two days.

-you really are a goat.

-And you a panda!

-Why panda?

-It mates very rarely.

He gave her a middle finger to answer her insult and the two friends laughed.

       

        They would then order lunch, which they languidly savored.

-Mike are you coming to the party tomorrow night?

-Which ?

-Are you serious. One of the most classy and rich evenings of the year.

-And why should I know?

-Because it's an evening mainly dedicated to cinema. The big actors will be there, the brand writers, producers of the biggest series in the middle of the red carpet. I'm so excited.

-Well not me. I'm not invited.

-But I do.

-Is that so ? Are you an actor or a producer?

-No, but I know several, remember. And you're part of it since your boss has been invited. "The Nicosmovies house" would be there, it amazes me that you do not know.

-Weird,

-Bah you can come even if he hasn't told you about it. Maybe he is afraid that the sharks of CinéXywood will grapple with you.

-Maybe that's what I need to start my own business.

-You want more power yourself.

-I think so.

-So come with me to this party.

-he surely has a reason not to tell me about it. After all, I'm just an employee.

-An employee who has brought him millions over the past three years. You're worth gold man, so sell yourself dear.

-You know what you convinced me this time. I'll go to this fucking celebrity and popularity party.

- Well said my actor.

-Stop asshole.

    Back at his office he tried to bring the idea of the evening into one of the work discussions with his boss.

 -Ah have you heard of it? It would be a very special evening. A very good way to boost our business in all its senses.

-ah it's great, I could be there for more luck with us, the great directors will surely want to know the other of the work that has preceded them this year.

Upset at the situation, he knew what was at stake. He couldn't let this happen.

-I don't think that's possible.

-But why ?

-Mike you're not a producer, you're just an author that people will give a damn about over there.

- So that's what you think of me.

-But that's the reality of things. You haven't produced anything.

-Just wrote and directed your damn production. Besides, we are the fourth of the month today and I believe that my 3-year contract ends on the next 6, so the day after tomorrow.

    Where are you coming from?

-In your opinion, the next contract would not be today.

-And anyway you are my employee until the sixth of the month and as the boss I forbid you to be at this party, if I believe that it will harm my business which is well stipulated in the contract dear Mike.

- Unless I resign first.

He got up from the desk as if to capture the attention of his interlocutor.

-You know that your resignation will earn you a lot of things that you are not ready to leave. So don't take that risk.

-You know what kind of man I am. Intelligent, opportunistic and very reckless. So of course I take the risk, Mr. Nicolas Gustave.

 He came out of the office, ventured to the door and finally shouted

-And of course I am resigning with immediate effect.

      He then left the upper offices passing through his and packed his boxes. In a great hurry to leave this building, downstairs he paused for a second as if he had almost forgotten something very important. So he turned to the other employees, his subordinates.

-I'm resigning from this damn box, And I'll come back to pay you back later. So see you soon, friends.

They all applaud him with cheering slogans before he gets out of the box. He felt for the first time, very confident, very determined to finally show off all his skills. It was the perfect moment, this evening could change his life. But what he had no idea is that she will change her more drastically than expected. He spent the night drinking as if he had finally freed himself from a very large parasol which prevented him from taking full advantage of the sun's rays. The next day he went with Eric to a large clothing store in the city; the big brand "Abasha". The one used by the stars, the richest in the country, the big influencers. This was the exact place to make a good impression with a designer suit that surely costs a fortune.

     

      An hour before the event, his best friend was passing by to help him get ready for tonight. But first,  Mikecalled his mother to tell her the good news, which on the contrary was only a very bad idea for her. Her son has just resigned from a job worth millions of FCFA per year to embark on an adventure of which she has no knowledge. For her, her son's life was quite satisfactory. But the young pen prodigy does not see it that way. He needed more, more power, more money, more influence. And it was the right time.

         The beginning of the evening was very moving, the arrival of personalities, great actors of the century, the most famous producers with breathtaking turnover, stars of series, films, reality shows. Suddenly the presentation of the carpet was inaugurated, red. They were unpacking in numbers and models, these rich and rich kids. The paparazzi were there, their presence was most accumulating. The flashes of the cameras painted the places with white flashes. After several poses on the red carpet, everyone headed into the large party room to celebrate the particles of the great "Cinéxywood party years" event.

-So chief are you ready to take your chance?

-Yes man. Ready more than ever.

- Let's go put them in the spotlight !!

      They in turn entered the room and melted into the crowd, Eric took the opportunity to introduce him to some start-ups in the field and great authors and actors whom they could not approach for the moment. After thirty minutes he was quite confused by the reality of the environment and did not feel welcome, he then decided to go to the all-you-can-eat buffet to help himself to something. Lost in his thoughts, mixed up by the exchanges, the greetings, he had the misfortune of pushing a girl who by her very important clothing was surely one of the goddesses of the evening; but at this moment very drunk. This collision made her soil her dress stained by the glass of wine she had in her hand. Frustrated by the situation, he quickly apologized.

-Oh it's my fault I'm really sorry.

-No really ? As if I didn't know. Anyway I was looking for a way to get out of this crappy place.

-So I can help you do the same. I don't feel comfortable enough here. Me who thought to take advantage of this moment.

-What are you waiting for? Come on, let's go to the roof.

-Like I love risks, Okay miss.

-Lila

-What? I don't receive you well because of the thunderous noise here.

-I say my name is Lila Queen.

- Enchanted Lila, I'm Mike

-So Mike are you coming we escape from here or not?