Javier could not possibly have told them the truth. No, his secret was not the problem. The problem was that no one would believe something so…preposterous. Therefore, he gave them an answer he had invented just for this occasion. “I was talking to a friend of mine from abroad, and he said we Chineans can’t make good movies. He thinks all we make are copycat movies and hacks meant to rake in money. It pissed me off, so I want to defend our filmmakers. I want to make a movie worthy of international awards and show it to these foreigners so they will know that there’s nothing we Chineans cannot do! We can be the best at anything we try!”Javier’s confidence made up for his teensy-weensy lack of faith…Better not think of Chinean soccer if he wanted to maintain this façade of certainty!For better or worse, Mr. Gander had not thought of the state of their national soccer team at all. He smacked his hand down on the table with a loud peal, exclaiming, “That’s the spirit we need and dese
Javier was sure Mr. Gander was faking it. He had to be, right? How could he be drunk so soon? He was raising his cup in the air with the zest of a Viking! Then, a few minutes later, he was slumped on the table, seemingly knocked out so fast that it felt like someone had fast-forwarded the whole thing.Dana scratched the back of her head haplessly. “Aaaaaaaand he’s out.”Javier was taken aback. “Wait, what?!”“Happens all the time when he has booze in one hand and a friend with the same vibe next to him,” she explained helplessly. “Everyone calls him Three Strikes Out, you know. The first two shots are meant to mortify his partner, but if those don't work, he’ll have one more shot and—well, get himself royally drunk.“Don’t believe me? Well, come over here, young man. Take a look yourself. He’s gonna throw up a champagne shower,” Dana added. She beckoned to Javier to help her carry Mr. Gander to the bathroom, where he could throw up to his heart’s content.Javier was still rather s
She would do anything for him—anything at all. It took her saying those words aloud to alert her of the inherently…problematic nature of her outburst. All Javier needed to do right now was seize this chance to ask her for sexual favors.Luckily for her, Javier proved to be the opposite of an opportunist.“Really, Dana, all you need to do for me to help you is ask. You don’t have to make it sound so…uh, grandiose?”This was far from the most optimal adjective to describe her outburst, but Javier was happy to quickly move on and tell her what he knew. “There’s a famous private hospital in Eyck Land, the capital city of Blanda. A famous doctor by the name of Tunsik possesses ancient court knowledge handed down from the Holy Roman imperial court that, when combined with modern medical advancement, seems to achieve stellar results. Word has it that he cured a lot of patients who suffered from a congenital form of impotency—”Before Javier could finish, though, a morose look shadowed Dan
Tungsik’s phone call dispelled the last ounce of Dana’s anxiety. She hurriedly replied, “Mr. Tungsik, you need not come! We’ll be coming to you instead, kind sir. It’s, uh, no trouble at all.”She was evidently unaccustomed to Tungsik’s overt politeness, which caused her to use the same highfalutin manner of speaking that he was.However, her reciprocated decorum only made Tungsik reel in unease and shock. Since this woman was Javier’s friend, her position must be incredibly eminent. “P-Please, most honorable madam! Please don’t. If you go to the trouble to come to me, it will imply that you don’t accept my apology!” he said in a quivering voice. “And it will cause me a lot of distress, indeed…”Tungsik’s 180-degree attitude change was just too bizarre to get used to. He was so gushy and eager to please that Dana could not get acclimated to it. Ultimately, she gave the doctor her house address before thanking him.To her shock, Tungsik answered, “No, no! I am the one who is absolut
Javier knew he was doomed the moment his eyes caught the outline of the muzzle.He had managed to snipe a glance at his right previously and noticed a three-year-old toddler sitting parallel to him. In other words, even if Javier was perfectly capable of dodging the shot—which he was—someone would still end up dead. The pauper’s shot would be enough to kill the toddler.Javier did not know who the kid was, but it did not matter. Right now, in a split second, he balked at any attempt to dodge. He would not be able to live with himself if a three-year-old died because he wanted to live.He decided to change position and assumed another angle. From the perspective of a casual observer, it looked like he was shifting his weight very quickly. His final position was one that allowed his most vital spots to be shielded away from the attacker’s trajectory so that he would not be killed by one fatal shot.The pauper, though, did not look deterred. In fact, it almost seemed like he’d be happ
Herschel stepped on the pedal of his van. The car sped through the asphalt until it finally stopped outside an abandoned warehouse in the outskirts of town.He disembarked, meeting two of his underlings who had been standing by. They proved to be people Javier knew marginally—“Running Man” and “Gran Turismo Racer”—both of whom Javier had the pleasure of meeting this morning.After greeting Javier in the most respectful manner, the two of them hauled the fake pauper into the warehouse while Javier stayed outside, lighting another cigarette and chatting idly with Herschel.Ten or more minutes passed. Running Man emerged from the warehouse with a newly-extracted name.Harold Dunn.Javier remembered Harold. He was that rascal he had given a little “physical education” when they had met. It was intended to be a deterrent and a small punishment for his impudence; a painful lesson that nonetheless required about a hundred days of rest and physiotherapy to recover. Who could have known Ha
Javier spent two days at Saoirse’s place. At no point did the lady herself consent to him doing so, but Javier was nothing if not shameless and boorish. In the end, she had no choice but to resign herself to her fate.Fortunately for her, despite any electrifying sparks between them, nothing out-of-line ever happened. The lack of “accidents” was what helped Saoirse relent.On the third day at noon, Javier went to see Chad, who had flown all the way to Medb. With him taking over the leadership position, Reivaj Media was successfully founded without a hitch. The fact that he had helped find the director, scriptwriter, actors, and actresses had relieved Chad from a lot of trouble.With Chad in tow, Javier went directly to see Mr. Gander. The director might have become chummy with him, but a contract had to be signed anyway.No sooner had he entered the room than Mr. Gander leaped out to hold Javier’s hands for an excited shake. He would not let him go. His eyes were misty.Chad was r
Chad could not believe just how much influence a famous director could possess.Mr. Gander brought him to meet a young rising star who, by chance, was in Medb for a scheduled program. The star was just a little haughty when he first saw Chad, but as soon as Mr. Gander was in the room, he changed. His face was oozing with respect.It was easy to tell why. An actor’s job was to act, but if they had the fortune to be recommended or offered a role by an acclaimed director, that alone spoke volumes about their acting track record. They would earn bragging rights and tell the world that their talent and skill had been acknowledged too.It was why the young star had been so excited upon hearing about signing a contract with Reivaj Media, which would be working with Mr. Gander to produce an Osborn-worthy movie. His attitude toward Chad underwent a one-eighty as he enthusiastically brought up his contract nearing its end.The young man thought that, should he join Reivaj Media, he would bec