So they Kill his Dog

My new office at the HQ of Midas Productions was larger than the one I had at Infinite Worlds Publishing. It was sparsely furnished—we'd only moved in three days ago, and there was still much to be done. Lucy had coined the name 'Midas' for the company, claiming everything I touched turned to gold. I had to admit, the name had a certain allure, a promise of success.

The gentle hum of electronics filled the room, a faint and comforting presence. A new couch had been placed in the corner, though it was still awaiting proper setup. Workers were scheduled to arrive later in the evening to finish assembling it. All my movie-related work was being moved here—this was to be my focus for the foreseeable future.

I sat at my desk with my legs propped up, leaning back casually. Across from me sat Paul Knight, the new Director of Development. He had only been with us for a week, but his enthusiasm was palpable. He had jumped at the chance to work here—his previous stint at HBO had left him feeling stifled, unrecognized. He was eager for a fresh start, and his drive was evident every time he spoke about upcoming projects.

To my side was Maya Singh, Head of Production. Maya was a veteran of big-budget action films, having spent years as a line producer on major sets. She was known for her problem-solving skills and her no-nonsense approach—exactly what I needed to keep our productions running like clockwork.

On speakerphone was Lisa Jameson, an executive from Netflix. Lisa had been proving to be something of a headache lately—constantly challenging us on creative directions and budget concerns.

"While we're excited to push forward with Percy Jackson, we want more input on the creative side of the production. Netflix has invested a lot into this, and we want to make sure our perspective is reflected in the story development and tone," Lisa said, her voice crisp over the speaker.

I leaned back, my expression tightening slightly. "Lisa, you've already had significant input throughout this process. I've sat through countless meetings addressing your team's concerns. You've had a say in casting, visual style, even pacing. What more are we talking about here?"

There was a pause before Lisa spoke again, her tone calm but laced with a steely determination. "We want a bigger role in shaping the overall narrative. This is a major project for us, and we believe it could benefit from our additional creative oversight. We're not asking to take control, but we want more involvement in key decisions—like expanding certain plotlines."

I exchanged a glance with Paul and Maya. Paul's eyebrow arched, clearly seeing where this was headed, while Maya simply rolled her eyes, her exasperation plain.

"Lisa," I said firmly, "I respect Netflix's position, but that's not happening. Midas Productions is leading the creative, not Netflix. You agreed to finance this—and I'm contributing out of pocket myself—but creative control? That stays with us."

Lisa's voice tensed. "Daniel, we're not trying to take over, but—"

I cut her off. "No. And let me remind you, Lisa, I'm not just the CEO of Midas. I'll be sitting on your company's board soon—just a small reminder, in case you forgot who you're dealing with."

A brief silence followed. Paul leaned forward, sensing the shift in the conversation. He cleared his throat, his tone smooth and authoritative.

"Lisa, the agreements are in place. We decided that Midas would handle production and creative decisions, while Netflix manages financing and marketing. Let's not go down a path where we're re-litigating established contracts," Paul said, his voice calm but assertive.

Maya joined in, her tone professional but edged with impatience. "Paul is correct, Mrs. Jameson. Everything has already been agreed upon. Stardust Animations has even started working on the pilot test."

There was an audible sigh from Lisa's end. "Fine, Mr. Adler. But we need to make sure our marketing team has everything necessary to promote this properly."

"We'll ensure your team is kept in the loop," I said, my voice easing, smoothing over the tension. "We're all on the same side here. This is going to be one of Netflix's flagship shows in 2013."

Lisa's tone shifted back to a more businesslike cadence. "Agreed. Now, about the timeline. We're targeting 2013, but the release has to align with our other major shows. Can you commit to being ready for a Q3 release?"

I glanced at Paul, who nodded slightly. "We're on track for that," I confirmed. "As Maya mentioned, Stardust Animations has already started. We've finalized the voice actors, and while there's still post-production to iron out, we'll be ready for a Q3 launch."

"Alright, we'll hold you to that," Lisa said before the call ended.

I leaned back, exchanging glances with Paul and Maya. There was a collective sigh of relief, mixed with the familiar irritation that came from navigating corporate politics.

Paul raised an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "Think they'll push again?"

"Of course, they will," Maya said, shaking her head. "They have people who need to feel important, and they won't stop until they believe they've made their mark."

I let out a small chuckle, deciding to shift the conversation. "When will our guest arrive?" I asked, checking my watch.

Maya glanced at her notes. "He'll be here in the afternoon," she replied.

"I loved the script you brought in, Daniel. It's perfect for our first movie—an amazing way to kick off what we're building here," Paul said.

Maya nodded in agreement. "If it does well, we could even have a franchise on our hands."

"That's exactly what I want," I replied. "But let's not rely solely on franchises. I want Midas to be known for giving new directors and writers a real shot. Original ideas need a home, and we can be that place."

Maya and Paul both nodded, fully understanding my vision.

"We already have working relationships with Stardust and Netflix," I continued. "And if things go well, we could establish one with Universal too."

Paul smiled, nodding enthusiastically. "I've got a good feeling about this, Daniel. That's why I joined—to be part of something bigger."

Maya agreed, adding, "Absolutely. But back to the script... do you think Keanu will accept? He's been a bit elusive lately."

I smiled. "The fact that he's coming in today tells me he's willing to talk. That's already a positive sign."

The script I brought in was for John Wick. I believed it would be the perfect project to launch Midas Productions. I had decided to stick closely to what made the original film such a hit. I'd sent it directly to Keanu's agent, and using my connections, ensured it got into Keanu's hands personally.

Keanu's career had been in a bit of a slump, which made this the ideal time for John Wick. I knew he'd probably show the script to his friends Chad Stahelski and David Leitch—stuntmen who had worked closely with him in the past. In my previous life, they were the ones who turned John Wick into something iconic, and I wanted them on board for the same reason.

Maya gave a half-smile. "Let's just hope Mr. Reeves is—"

Before she could finish, Julie stepped into the office, slightly breathless. "Mr. Reeves is here."

Paul shot up from his chair, visibly surprised. "He's early."

Maya's eyes widened as she stood. "Yeah, he is."

I smiled, rising from my seat more leisurely. "That's a good sign," I said with a chuckle. "Alright, you two go greet him. I need to, uh, make sure the couches look presentable."

Maya and Paul shook their heads, smiling slightly, as they left to bring Keanu in. I quickly turned to the couch, pushing it into a better position, straightening the cushions, and tidying up the space to make it look a little more polished. I took a deep breath, stepping back to survey my work. It looked good—inviting and professional.

Moments later, Keanu Reeves entered the room, accompanied by Paul and Maya, moving with his usual composed, almost zen-like demeanor. He took in the office, noting the minimal setup. I stepped forward, extending my hand.

"Mr. Reeves, it's an honor," I said warmly.

Keanu smiled, shaking my hand. "Hey, man. Thanks for having me."

I motioned for him to take a seat, and we all settled in, Paul and Maya flanking either side.

"Sorry for the mess—we're still getting things set up," I said, glancing around at the half-furnished office.

Keanu nodded, his expression kind. "You just started. Must be pretty hectic—getting a production company off the ground is no easy feat."

I smiled, nodding. "Why don't we jump right in?" I leaned forward slightly. "What did you think of the script?"

Keanu's face lit up, genuine enthusiasm in his eyes. "Yeah, man. Loved it. I saw the potential right away. The emotional core... the loss and revenge, that quiet rage—it's something I can really connect with, you know?"

Hearing that, a surge of excitement filled me, but I kept my expression calm. "That's great to hear. So, are you in?"

Keanu smiled, nodding gently. "Yeah, I'm in. I really loved it."

Paul grinned beside me, giving me a knowing look, while Maya's expression brightened. This was it—the first major piece of the puzzle falling into place.

Keanu leaned forward, resting his hands on his knees. "I do have one thing I want to bring up, though. Just an idea. I'd love for you to consider bringing in two friends of mine—Chad Stahelski and David Leitch. We've worked together a lot—they were the stunt coordinators on The Matrix. I think they could really bring something to this."

I raised an eyebrow, feigning caution, though inside I felt a rush of satisfaction. This was exactly what I'd hoped for. "Chad and David? Do they have directing experience?"

Keanu gave a knowing smile, clearly expecting the question. "They're top stunt coordinators, man. I had them read the script, and they loved it. I know it's a risk, but... they understand the action, the choreography—it's what they do best. Just something to think about."

Maya frowned slightly, skepticism evident in her expression. "It's a bit risky, bringing in stunt coordinators to direct a feature film."

Keanu, calm as ever, nodded. "I understand completely. But they know their stuff. I'm not saying it has to happen—just... keep them in mind. I think they could make this special."

I paused, giving Keanu a thoughtful look, pretending to deliberate. Finally, I nodded. "I'll definitely consider it. Why don't you get them in touch with us? Let's talk and see if it makes sense."

Keanu's face lit up, visibly relieved. "Thanks for hearing me out on this. I'm really excited."

"Me too, Mr. Reeves. I think we're going to make something truly great here."

The meeting wrapped up not long after that. We talked a bit more, exchanged ideas about character development and the direction of the film. Eventually, Paul rose to escort Keanu out, handling the departure smoothly.

Once the door clicked shut behind them, Maya turned to me. "Are you serious about those stuntmen he mentioned?"

I leaned back on the couch, a small smile forming. "It doesn't hurt to hear them out. If Keanu trusts them and they're willing to take on the challenge, they could be exactly what we need."

Maya crossed her arms, her skepticism still evident. "Alright, but tread carefully. We can't afford too many risks on our first big project."

"I know," I said, nodding. "I'll keep that in mind."

With that, Maya nodded, still looking a bit uncertain, and left the office. Silence settled over the room, and I found myself alone with my thoughts.

'What's next?' I wondered, my mind drifting to what films would follow.

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