Chapter 150
Spoiled by the President
After entering the office, Gareth went straight to the torn sofa opposite the working desk and sat down.
Sitting behind the working desk, Tim lifted his eyes to glance at him without saying a word.
He was tinkering with something with his hands as the keyboard went clickety-clack. He seemed to be typing.
Not wanting to be a bother, Gareth sat there with one leg folded over the other. He lit himself a cigarette and patiently waited.
About half an hour later, Tim stopped where he was at and stood up. He then poured himself a drink.
âWhy are you here? Just speak.â
His blunt words almost had Gareth choking out of anger. Fuming, he replied, âCanât I look for you if itâs for nothing?â
Tim flashed a chilling smile. âYou wonât look for me if itâs for nothing.â
Gareth, â...â
They met in university and ever since then, they became best friends.
The pair were a talented bunch. For them to hit it off so well, there was indeed some level of admiration for each other.
Compared to Tim, Gareth was a lot more tactful. Hence, things had gone well for him since his debut and his career took off with his productions becoming quite a hit. He became one of the most sought-after directors.
Tim, on the other hand, had a similar chance in the early years. However, his stubbornness happened to step over the toes of a well-known big name, which led to his shutout in the industry.
Even with Garethâs help, he had not been able to chance an opportunity throughout the years.
Familiar with his friendâs character, Gareth was never really angry about it.
He hurled a document onto the desk and solemnly said, âThis is the file you have to fill for the investors. Take a look.â
Tim lifted his eyes for a glance. Without flipping a single page, he coldly expressed acknowledgment and that was the end of it.
Gareth had so much anger bottled up inside but nowhere to vent.
âI say, Coombs, do I owe you this much? I eagerly delivered this file to you in person but you donât look welcoming. This is for our sugar daddy you know. Canât you at least show for it? Can you be a little more enthusiastic? Donât you know how hard isnât to reel investors in with your lame script?â
Although barraged with nagging, Tim showed no signs of anger.
Instead, he picked up the pile of information and flipped through.
He then tossed it aside as though the mission had been completed.
âGot it. Iâll do it.â
Gareth, â...â
Speechless, Gareth rolled his eyes at him. âFine. I guess you canât change your temper. Well, itâs not like Iâm counting on it. Thereâs no hope for Janet to take the female lead role this time. I guess itâs normal for someone of that caliber not to join us. It would've been abnormal if she did. You have two choices now, either we continue to wait or we choose Celine. Take a pick!â
Tim paused and slightly twitched his indolent eyelids before firmly spewing these words.
âContinue to wait!â
Gareth just wanted to pick up the ashtray on the table and fling it at him!
âWait? Can you afford to wait? What if the investors leave? Where are you going to find investors?â
Tim held his tongue.
Gareth felt a migraine popping the veins in his head.
Sure, they were friends, but he was like a father worrying about his son!
What was he seeking?
In the end, he let out a sigh and earnestly advised, âCoombster, the market can be cruel. You spent so much effort polishing this script, do you want to see it ruined by your hands?
âThe theme may work in these two years but no one would want to see it after two years. What are you going to do then? Think about your dreams.
Are you really willing to waste away the rest of your life? Is it hard to just compromise with certain things?â
Hearing this, Timâs emotionless long face finally saw movement.
He lifted his head to meet Garethâs gaze. His thin lips buried under the messy mustache took a while before they parted.
âWe can change the actress but I donât want Celine.â
Gareth spread out his hands in confusion. âWhy?â
âShe doesnât fit.â
âThen who does fit?â
âI donât know.â
âYou...!â
Furious, Gareth almost leaped off the sofa. With a facepalm, he shook his head.
âWhatever. Well, hold out all you want if you insist. Iâll see what youâll do about it when the sugar daddies run away!â
With that, he grabbed his clothes and was ready to storm out.
To his surprise, Timâs stiff voice was heard coming from behind him before his foot was out the door.
âLend me your computer.â
âNo! Donât you have a computer? Why must you use mine?â
âMineâs broken.â
Tim then turned the monitor on the desk to face him.
The aged monitor displayed a black screen with a bunch of code on it.
Gareth realized that the earlier clickety-clack was not Tim typing words on the computer, but rather, coding.
He really did not have the words to describe his disgruntlement.
He pointed at Tim with resentment towards him for failing to live up to his expectation.
âHow much do I have to drill in you? You wouldnât have ended up without a production to your name if you just yield. You would be able to afford a computer if you just cut back on your stubbornness. You really are... a big-headed miserable wr*tch!â
Tim smiled without taking his words to heart.
In fact, he stretched and faintly answered, âRemember to have someone bring a computer over. I need it before four oâclock.â
He disappeared out of his sight with a strut.
Gareth had the urge to pounce and fold him up before throwing him out of the window!
Nevertheless, a brand new laptop was sent to Timâs office at four oâclock sharp.
Gareth threatened over the phone. âCoombs! Not only is that a computer that I just bought, I specifically had a technician go through it! Itâs really expensive! You better be careful when you use it! Iâll burn your beloved pots of orchids to the ground if you break or accidentally delete something!â
Tim still grinned without even bothering to reply. He went back to work upon receiving the computer.
He first transferred videos from a removable hard disk. He clicked on a folder by chance and saw a video inside.
Since the transfer took some time, Tim clicked to play the video while he was bored waiting.
Unexpectedly, he froze the moment the video was played.
The video displayed a performance on stage.
By the looks of the frame and equipment beside, it should be an audition.
A black armor-clad woman with a red tassel headdress stood on scene holding a spear. A character of strength, she was aloof yet fierce and her eyes spoke of hardship. Even without the slightest movements, the woman depicted a resoundingly valiant figure.
Up on the platform, a woman in imperial wear exclaimed in a quivering voice between tears and laughter. âSo youâre here!â
Lifting her chin, the womanâs gaze imposed a presence of conquest and worldly disdain. She raised her spear and spoke rousingly.
âYes, Iâm back!â
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