It was cold, of course it was; the smoke from his breath was undeniable proof. His footsteps crunched on the icy frost beneath his feet.
He saw his mother, who always had that same expression.
She was so expressionless, devoid of any emotion, like staring at a concrete wall—you couldn't find anything in it.
A man dressed in green with that red symbol passed by, seemingly whistling in his ear, tempting him to sin.
They both walked, though they had a specific destination in mind. Their gait made them appear to be propelled by the wind.
The cold wind made him close his eyes.
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Harvey Weinstein himself spoke to him about the offer he had for him.
He mentioned that he had learned of his meticulous presence in Hollywood because of the casino script he had received.
He said he was fascinated by it and that something inside him told him he had to hire him.
All this with a smile.
It was as if The devil will speak to make you commit a sin.
The contract was simple: they would give him an initial salary of $50,000 to work as an exclusive film director for Miramax, and then they would handle distribution.
He knew that Disney owned Miramax, but they operated independently in the film industry.
The budget for his initial film would be $400,000.
Harvey spoke as if he were a seer, referring to himself as the future of everything.
His brother, next to him, seemed somewhat weak; he even felt a bit...pity.
"Let me think about it. I'll give you a quick answer today."
He got up from his chair and left his office, heading to the bathroom.
He knew that this guy had abused several women; there were even rumors that actresses like Jennifer Lawrence got leading roles in his films by performing sexual favors.
He splashed water on his face and, after thinking it over, made a decision.
He would join Weinstein at Miramax, but only for a very short time. Shortly, he would use Miramax as a catapult, and obviously, if he could save even one person from its clutches, he would.
He passed by the office and saw how the conversation between the two brothers abruptly ended after he entered.
"I accept."
That was all he said, surprising them both with his short and simple answer.
"I'll be a director, but only for a few years."
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They were both in a hospital; all those faces were looking at him.
Some with pity, others with sadness.
A salad of emotions were reflected in the faces of those people.
His mother was being comforted by a man dressed in green with a cap. She turned to look at him and then lowered her gaze.
She moved her small feet, which didn't reach the ground, while looking at her hands.
So many faces in such a small place.