Chapter 343: You Need Evidence

Standing behind the large glass window, Murphy could see that Mack's gaze also shifted over. However, like Bill Roscius, he had no intention of dodging; it didn't matter, nor was it necessary. Mack posed no threat to him; at best, he was now just an insignificant character.

But Bill Roscius was different. Mack was his friend at the start, and such wounds are often the most painful.

In the mailroom, aside from Murphy and Bill Roscius, there were several interns, like most CAA agents, who would also become new forces of CAA in the future.

A few people, seeing Murphy and Bill Roscius continuously watching outside, also stood behind them, paying attention.

"Was Mack fired by the company?" a young girl asked.

"He got what he deserved!" beside her, a tall Caucasian said, "Just a loser."

Hearing the conversation behind him, Murphy looked back. In those people's eyes looking at Mack, there was only disdain and not a hint of sympathy.

In terms used on the other side of the Pacific, this was a circle where victors reign and losers falter. If Mack's plans had succeeded, he would naturally have become a model for agents in successful poaching and job-hopping, becoming a role model for many successors.

Failure need not be mentioned; the present situation said it all, even the interns in the CAA mailroom were scornful of him.

Mack walked closer, intending to pass through the corridor to reach the elevators, inevitably passing by the mailroom.

Bill Roscius glanced at Murphy. Murphy didn't say anything; he pushed open the door and stepped out of the mailroom, standing right in front of Mack.

"Mr. Roscius." The security personnel following Mack hurriedly greeted him, a stark contrast to how they treated Mack.

"Um..." Bill Roscius nodded at the two men, "I have a few words for Mack."

The two security personnel quickly stepped back a few steps, "No problem, go ahead, we can wait."

They weren't fools; knowing that possessing a potential superstar director client like Bill Roscius meant a bright future, why should they antagonize him over such a trivial matter?

As for Mack, who cared about him.

"What?" Mack looked at Bill Roscius, his face full of cold sneers, "Did you come specially to mock me?"

"That's right, I did come to see your downfall," Bill Roscius had thicker skin than Mack imagined; Mack was no longer his friend but an enemy, and he had no reason to hold back, "to see how you throw away your dignity and get swept out by the company."

"I'm a loser," Mack snorted coldly, "and you think you're a success?"

If one doesn't have thick enough skin, they definitely can't make it as an entertainment agent.

"I'll be entering the top ranks of the company within the next two or three years!" Bill Roscius pointed upwards with his index finger, then turned his thumb downwards, "And you can only get kicked out of this industry."

"That's right, I'm the one being kicked out now." Mack knew he had been swept out by CAA, and without any client resources, his future in this industry was grim. But before leaving, he was quite willing to keep causing trouble for Bill Roscius, "But soon, you'll be added to the list of those being kicked out!"

His gaze shifted slightly, turning towards the glass window behind which Murphy stood, "His future is limitless, and so is his ambition. Do you think you can control him? Do you think you'll always be his agent? You can ask Murphy Stanton now if he has been in touch with William Morris and other companies, if he has considered leaving CAA."

Such words had no standard answer; regardless of Murphy's response, it would negatively impact their relationship, and Bill Roscius wouldn't ask, yet he might also harbor other thoughts...

Mack knew he had utterly failed, but he was still happy to keep making trouble for Bill Roscius.

"Such a simple attempt at causing discord," Bill Roscius crossed his arms, his smile colder than Mack's, "you think I wouldn't see through this? Or do you still think I'm the same simple-minded fool from before?"

With his elevated status, the increased encounters with people and events significantly improved his experience and analytical skills, far beyond what Mack could comprehend.

"Your little tricks..." Bill Roscius shook his head, "are too low-level now!"

Mack's cold sneer gradually vanished, his face slowly darkening, his eyes bulging like bulbs, glaring fiercely at Bill Roscius, like a bear choosing its prey.

But he didn't take any action, as the two security personnel stood there.

"Is your success truly your own?" he snapped in frustration, "Without Murphy Stanton, Bill Rosci

us, what are you? Less than the shit pulled by a Vietnamese-owned dog. Your success is merely charity from Murphy Stanton, anyone else with Murphy Stanton as a client would do better than you, instead of being as terrible as you!"

To some extent, these words had some truth, albeit twisted.

Since it involved him, Murphy decided not to just watch from the sidelines. He simply pushed open the door and walked out, "Isn't an agent supposed to be closely tied to their client?"

He walked up to Bill Roscius, standing alongside him, "Or is it that your brain..."

Murphy shook his head, not finishing his sentence.

Sometimes, leaving words half-spoken, creating some room for imagination, often has more impact than saying everything.

Between Bill Roscius and Mack, Murphy didn't need to think twice, and he had reached this point with no small thanks to Bill Roscius, who had indeed played a significant role from various aspects, proving to be an excellent entertainment agent.

"Murphy Stanton!"

Hearing someone suggest there was something wrong with his brain, Mack nearly jumped up, "Don't think I don't know about the dirty tricks you've pulled!"

"Then go tell it," Murphy pointed around, "you can talk to all the reporters and paparazzi, they've already reported it countless times..."

At this, Murphy shrugged, "You just go ahead and bite me."

Bill Roscius looked gratefully at Murphy; not everyone would support their agent in such times.

He knew Murphy was a person who valued loyalty; otherwise, he wouldn't still be in contact with Ross in downtown Los Angeles, nor would he keep promoting Stanton's followers.

Would such a client casually fire his own agent? He didn't believe it for a second.

Moreover, the renewal terms CAA offered Murphy were not bad at all, the entire company was optimistic about this super young director's future, cutting the commission directly to 5% like that of top directors!

Bill Roscius wanted to say something more, but Murphy gently patted his shoulder, shook his head, turned, and walked into the mailroom. Bill Roscius thought for a moment and followed him inside.

Mack watched coldly from a distance, like a vicious dog.

"What are you looking at?" a security officer walked over, pushing Mack forcefully, "Move along, don't waste time!"

Perhaps the security officer used a bit too much force, and although Mack didn't lose his balance, the cardboard box he was holding fell to the ground, scattering its contents.

Mack steadied himself, glared back, and the security officer smirked, "What are you looking at, hurry up and pick up your things and get lost!"

For someone swept out by CAA, whose reputation would also stink, they had no need to be polite.

"Wait, just you wait!" Mack hissed, "You'll be hearing from my lawyer!"

"Oh, a lawyer's letter, huh..." another security officer approached, "Thinking of taking the legal route? You need evidence."

He looked around, "Do you think anyone here will testify for you?"

"You..." Mack was suddenly at a loss for words.

He wasn't really a fool; of those present who had seen this, who would testify for him?

Mack bowed his head, like a lowly beggar who survives on scavenged food, picking up each item and placing it back in the cardboard box, then casting one last, resentful look at the mailroom before being escorted out of CAA.

"Bill, stop looking; he's already gone."

Back in the mailroom, Murphy patted Bill Roscius's shoulder again, "He has no future left."

Bill Roscius nodded slightly, "He was once my friend, but..."

He sighed deeply, then added, "Why don't I feel any joy at defeating my enemy?"

Murphy hadn't expected Bill Roscius to say something so poetic, and jokingly replied, "That just shows you're still a normal person, not an agent who only sees relationships in terms of profit and loss."

"Are you complimenting me?" Bill Roscius squeezed out a smile.

"Take it however you want," Murphy reminded him, "Let's go to your office to talk."

In Bill Roscius's office, they put Mack behind them and mainly discussed the progress of 'Gone Girl' as it aimed for award season.

Although the award season hadn't started yet, some contenders were already showing their true colors, such as 'Crash' which premiered in early May, highly praised by critics and favored by Academy members, and 'Brokeback Mountain', which, with its unique subject and massive support from the LGBTQ community, also became a likely contender for the Oscars list.

Bill Roscius and CAA had also done a series of work for 'Gone Girl', such as participating in the Toronto and New York film festivals, inviting some veteran Academy members to screenings. Those who

 didn't want to attend could receive a watermarked copy, ensuring they could see the movie.

'Gone Girl' had reached a North American box office of $226 million, basically losing any room for further increase in ticket sales, but the movie continued to play in major cities like New York and Los Angeles, carefully selected by Murphy and 20th Century Fox, also home to many Oscar judges.

From the feedback, this non-typical Oscar movie was fairly well received.

When Murphy left the Death Star building, just a short distance away in another building next to the Death Star building, Mack met his savior.

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