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He interrupted her just for a second. “It‘s ok,” he said. “Robinson Bennett is going to help us out. He transferred ownership of his record company to his little sister, Rhonda, and he‘s a film producer now. We‘re going to do the movie together.”
Sighing, she said, “Oh, Haggai…”
“In Bennett Films, Emadorians are preferred. You know that. Everything will be ok. Everything is ready. We‘ve got written authorization from Carlos Roman and Jose Milian to use the resolution of the movie. All we have to do is film the rest of the movie. Since we don‘t have to do any special effects, because we can make humans believe that something happened in the movie when it really didn‘t happen, the movie can be finished in thirty days instead of ninety or more, so it can be released within two months, and people can see the movie within the next three months.”
“There‘s one thing that I‘m worried about. What about the murder scenes and the sex scenes? Do we really kill people and have sex in the movie?”
“This is why Emadorians are preferred in Bennett Films, because we make make-believe so real that the viewer thinks that it really happened. We make it more realistic than humans do in their films. That‘s why no other filmmaker would accept us, because we can make the scenes more vivid and real, and it‘s more interesting to our viewers. There‘s no such thing as bad acting.”
“Oh, I get it. So if I have sex with another guy in the movie, it will seem real, but it won‘t be real.”
“Exactly, but you really don‘t need to act because you‘ve got my money and you can do anything you want with it.”
“That‘s sweet, but what will happen if we divorce?”
“We will never divorce. We were meant for one another. That‘s why we got married.”
“So no one and nothing will tear us apart.”
“Only death will.”
“Ok, I guess I got carried away. I have to let you go because you‘re working,” she said.
“Ok, I will talk to you later,” he said.
They hung up.
#
Jose was at home, in his room, editing video in his laptop. Suddenly, Jose felt like calling Trent and telling him off. He dialed Trent‘s phone number. Olivia answered the phone. “Goodman Productions, this is Olivia. How may I help you?”
“I want to talk to Mr. Goodman.”
“Who is it?”
“This is Jose Milian. Do you no longer recognize my voice?”
“I‘m sorry,” Olivia said, pretending not to be able to hear Jose. “I can‘t hear you. Would you please speak up or put the phone mouthpiece right next to your mouth?”
“Don‘t play stupid with me, Olivia. We both know that you can hear me very well,” Jose said, notably upset.
“Don‘t put your phone on speaker. You may be able to hear me all around the room and all around your house, but I can‘t hear you if your phone is on speaker.”
“Olivia, you‘re stupid!” Jose yelled at the top of his lungs. “Can you hear me now?”