The future of marketing.

The operations and entertainment were improving over time, thanks to Ronald Emerich's physical skills, undoubtedly beyond his years. He had consented to the creation of a website, a rare thing: the first film-related website in history. There, they posted some pictures of the crew, the trailer, and, of course, a space tailored and reviewed solely for fans enchanted by these new eras.

-It's simply magnificent, - said Ronald Emerich, observing the website. Better to adapt to change than be swept away by the tides of fate.

-Of course, it is. Now we can consolidate all the information, and the premiere notice on June 9 is already up. According to the page statistics, about seventeen thousand viewers have checked the page's information, - said Roy, a member of the Caralco Pictures and Sony-Columbia marketing team.

-Six days and counting, - said Grace Clanet, not far from the two men who were discussing.

-I heard you're doing a job in Europe, - Ronald Emerich said, fixing his gaze on Grace Clanet.

-I have to go to Europe, but it's just another long day of work. In agreement, I'll take charge of a television series that Columbia will produce in collaboration with Universal Television, - said Grace.

-Do you need a director? - Ronald asked, particularly cheerful, as proposing relationships never hurts.

-No. -

-But we'll call you. -

Grace settled.

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Billy navigated the streets of San Jose in the back seat of a car that was about to take him to a hotel, better than staying at his father's house, there was no doubt.

-Thank you, - said Billy, handing the driver $20, which was a complete rip-off for the unnecessary detours the driver had taken.

Without looking back, he entered the hotel. The first thing he did was call Alice, who was probably waiting for him for some time. The second thing he did was call Raimon, who was one of those involved in bringing him. He would take care of bringing him and, of course, picking up his beautiful gray truck, a gift when he entered college, an option to take it to Los Angeles.

-A piece of bad news, - said Billy to himself.

He walked slowly to Room 404, which would be his room for the next four days. Tomorrow, he would go to work as usual. - Stop the elevator, - said a young man of maybe twenty-two.

-I heard Burnbank's new policies have everyone in a frenzy, - the young man said on the phone.

-Don't worry... -

Billy got off the elevator. "Businessmen," he muttered.

It didn't take long, but the first call was from Raimon.

-I'll be there in half an hour, - Raimon said cheerfully, as if escaping from work were a good thing.

-Don't forget to notify Anne. I've talked to key members to proceed with the next episodes of the One Piece and Shaman King series, - said Billy, while sorting out his luggage. He urgently needed a laundry service, and of course, most of his suits were either in Los Angeles or at his father's house.

Ordering his thoughts about the possible inconveniences the company faced, the adjustments, and the work were a heavy burden for the next few days. - Business, - Billy thought, walking towards the restaurant. Yearning for laptops, the internet, and, in every respect, the society connected by jobs that allow practical, fast, and efficient mobility.

Raimon arrived, only he wasn't alone.

-Rachel, it's a pleasure to see you, - said Billy to Rachel, who lowered her head with a blush. He signaled the waiter with a hand movement.

-I was just about to order something for lunch. Please, let's have lunch together, - said Billy to Rachel, who remained standing, nervous, in stark contrast to her attitude with Raimon and very unlike Raimon, who was already sitting, looking at Billy's menu.

-Yes, - said Rachel, taking a deep breath.

-You can order anything you want; I'm treating. Raimon told me you're in charge of most things regarding the channel creation, - said Billy.

-Yes, I've solidified with Anne all the equipment purchases, construction, and negotiations with Key stations, - said Rachel quickly, composed when discussing business matters.

-I see, we'll review those papers this afternoon, - said Billy.

As the boss, he has to perform all apparent reviews, but they end up being reviewed by Anne, who manages the company's operations. However, he needs to have an overview of the company most of the time, from information summaries, recent news, agreements, contracts, projections, department reports, new employee hiring, company relationships, and taxes. This is done during the night or in a few hours of rest dedicated to hard work.

-Yes, - said Rachel. Raimon just rolled his eyes at Rachel's attitude, which was met with a kick under the table.

-Billy, you should leave these foolish things aside. I've read the reports, and they're perfect. The important thing here is that I need funds, - said Raimon.

-Funds, for what? - said Billy.

-Well, you see, - Raimon bit his tongue, but his enthusiasm overcame the pain. - It is my pleasure to say that ID Software's competition is a total success. Why don't we organize an official Dungeons and Dragons tournament? Think about it, the largest tournament in history, where the best players compete for glory, - said Raimon.

-How will we make money? - said Billy.

-I knew you'd ask that, - said Raimon, raising his chubby fingers to the sky. - Do you know the term 'special edition'? We'll blur the tournament under the rules of a special edition, and of course, I'll have a time of two weeks to ensure the tournament goes well, - said Raimon.

Dreaming of winning the Dungeons and Dragons tournament.

-Well, it will be around Christmas. The special edition will start with the freeze, and you'll have four weeks, but one of them will be your vacation, and the money will be adjusted to an initial proposal of $500,000 for the tournament, and another $500,000 for the prize, which will be $15,000. Okay? - said Billy, thinking about the numerous actions he could take by allowing the tournament.

Raimon hit the table with his chubby fingers; the smile was enormous because his chubby cheeks made it clear. He could have told his friends that Billy would host a tournament, which was a lie, but they had teased him.

-Moving on to more important matters, have the Toy Story accounts arrived? - asked Billy.

-They did, - said Raimon.

-We'll talk more about that later, - said Billy, placing his hand on Raimon's shoulder.

Raimon just crossed his arms while little Rachel shrugged at the apparent camaraderie of the men, and once again, she felt the urge to punch Raimon in the face.

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