interests.

-Cut. -

-Functionally, all the scenes we filmed in the city are now completed, - David Fincher commented, wrapping up the shoots. The entire scene was a bustling precinct, with many extras. They sighed with relief at how everything ended—a payday for many; for some, payment was daily. Some earned thousands for the whole shoot, while others only a few hundred for rushed contracts, all for their resumes.

-The next shoots will be in San Francisco, - replied Arnold Copleston, a key part of New Line Cinema.

The set nodded, many of them finishing their parts and now free to leave. The shoots were evenly spread out. They continued with studio shots at David Mills' house, the morgue, some indoor spaces, and the final ambulance trip.

Billy grabbed a towel handed to him by the assistants, giving a slight smile. To the public, Billy's demeanor was like that of a boss—though not particularly open, he delivered the necessary formalities to all his employees, along with a splinted finger from his latest takes. Billy could only sigh at the accident that twisted his finger. Luckily, it wasn't the hand he usually used for drawing.

-Paul, I'll have to go to Berlin for the ceremony on February 2nd, in three days, - Billy said.

-We have everything planned; the itinerary has been set for some time, - Paul replied.

Along with the filming crew, there was a brief space for people to participate. Among them was the way to bid farewell to the acting course. Three days were enough to give production space to tidy up all the sets and tie up some loose ends that had been previously planned.

-I have a meeting in New York, and then we'll head to Berlin. Would you like to accompany me? - Billy asked.

-Hmm, my mom's birthday is on February 3rd, and we'll have a private meeting the day after tomorrow. I don't think I'll attend, but I can accompany you to New York. I'll take part there, and we'll go to the family house before everything is resolved, - Gwyneth said, in a quick gesture and question. In any case, presenting him to her mother and father was something that could entail a commitment, which Billy might take negatively—men tend to shy away from commitment.

-I have the morning busy, but we can grab something in the afternoon and evening. My flight might be delayed until the next morning, - Billy said, next to Gwyneth.

She nodded nervously at the commitment. In the small dressing room, her main function was to prepare for a quick shot. Among the worst chores was the bad reputation that Drew's men had, a certain rivalry, and also a problem with Gwyneth's significant jealousy of not participating in productions since she was a child, as did Barrymore.

The young woman felt warmth in her heart.

-Well... I'll call Mom; I can take the shopping area while you do your things, - Gwyneth replied, clapping as she took a quick step to the small dressing room she shared with Billy. She said goodbye to Morgan Freeman on her way out, with keen interest.

-See you later, sir, - Gwyneth said.

-Until later, young lady, - Morgan murmured.

***

In a grand mansion, a stern man, perhaps in his 60s, took a seat in a room filled with paintings and marble.

-It seems the boy has a romantic relationship with Spielberg's goddaughter, - the butler remarked on the side.

-Let him enjoy his youth. I'm more than certain that in the coming months, they'll have relationship troubles. We'll use the media to intervene in their relationships. Singledom suits him well while we wait for Amalia to meet expectations, - the man behind the umbrella commented.

-But sir... -

-But nothing. The family is drowning. We have enough power, but the Waltons, Mars, Rothschilds... all have good heirs who meet expectations. The only outstanding ones are my grandchildren. And to my surprise, it's all thanks to the education that adventuress lingerie model did her job well. Amelia's brother will be my heir if Amelia can guarantee a marriage with a future magnate. The boy, according to all our investigations, is a genius. High grades without effort in school, started companies at 12, succeeded before 18, and survived the Warner brothers' shenanigans and their offspring. Amelia will do as I say, or she can very well live on the streets like a beggar, - the man said, pounding the desk hard.

-Yes, sir, but she's a young girl, only 15, - the butler responded.

-The boy isn't old, he's young, handsome, and intelligent. If he wants a better match, let him marry the Prince of England or tarnish her reputation, he'll find me... I want constant reports from the Le Rozey Institute. Pay for tutors to bring her in, tell her she can ask for anything if she makes it onto the honor roll at the end of the year, - the authoritative voice commanded again, pressing. His voice was authoritative, and though the butler wanted to say something, he could only shrug.

Le Rozey School is a school founded in 1880, over 100 years ago, as one of the world's most important educational institutions in Sweden. It's known as the King's School because of all the royalty that has attended. Students must pay at least $120,000 a year, along with a special status letter, to enter. They are taught all subjects, with extensive studies in politics, diplomacy, economics, and rhetoric. For all students, they should be educated as leaders of the world. Studies even bordered on university-level, and graduating from this school gave a blank card for people to study at any higher education institution.

-I apologize for my indiscretion; it was a bit hasty, - the butler commented submissively, the attitude may have been a bit hurried.

-It's minor. It's good to hear your dissent. I suppose it's still too soon to impose burdens, so I adjusted my position. Reward the girl for her accomplishments, punish her for her mistakes, and send her mother to me; she's smarter than my son, - he said.

Amelia's mother was a beautiful blonde woman, Barbara Ozers, a smart woman in some of her ways, knowing when to speak up and when not to. She had a sense of family benefit instilled in her, which taught her to follow the rules when she needed to.

-Right away, sir. -

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