I start to get nervous, knowing I crossed the line with the message. That is when the bell rings. Grinning like a fool, I roll over twice because the bed is so big. Snatching the message, I read.
You and your wicked delights may well be my downfall.
I hold the note and beam. I look up at the ceiling on the huge bed, feeling alive.
“Oh God,” I say, knowing this could go either way.
Amazingly, or end in tears. Deep down, I know that is how my life seems to go. I just take things all the way, and sometimes they work. Other times they crash, horrifically.
He just makes me do naughty things. And I cannot control myself around him.
9
HARRISON
As I work big hours back in the zone, I split my time. I still need to run my three media, movie, and advertising agencies as CEO, but I am focusing on trying to build out my entertainment conglomerate.
It is complex, and very.
But if I can pull it off and pool my interests, two friends in the business and I will allocate our energy and capital and create the world’s biggest entertainment conglomerate.
We will also own a huge slice of the overall media space, and we will start to produce everything possible. Movies, TV, streaming, advertising, and magazines.Everything in media.
For it to work, I need a partner in Asia and likely a major Asian entertainment company. If I am going to leave my mark on the world, now is the time, and here is the right place to do it.
With massive focus, no traffic, no commute, and no staff around.
Also,no women.
Only that has become messed up.
As I shun Sam and her energy, her body, plus that perfectsmile from my imagination, I push on. As CEO of several companies, I still have many duties. The current rolling Zoom calls with my attorney and bankers are also burning time.
They are needed to push towards one legal entity, with around ten billion in capital. I just need to do this for it to work; I have to avoid her. I have to avoid her lips. And I have to avoid her taste.
I am now deep in my personal lock down, and I am asking for all meals to be delivered. In the day, the top floor of the chateau had been a massive ballroom. It was later converted into living quarters for my grandfather and his dear wife.
He had been a farmer, who sacrificed his life and put it all on the line. He’d pulled it off and built the place with his bare hands like I am trying to do now.
A small army had helped him, but he had been the driving force behind the giant farm.
As he and my grandmother aged, they lived up here while my parents resided downstairs.
Now, it is just me.
A year back, I turned the top floor into my office and bedroom. I had large tables and leather couches peppered around.
No one ever comes here, which is how I like it. Unless it’s my two buddies, who are coming in on the deal, this place is hidden.
Hidden from the world.
Entertainment pitches, plans, and movie scripts are scattered about everywhere; it is basically my war room.
Doing eighteen-hour days, planning, discussing, shifting money around, shifting global staff around is exhausting.
Reading movie scripts, media pitches, talking to producers, and getting ready to close on the overall super-deal is tiring. As fuck.
It is also taking all my attention.
