Behind The Spotlight

[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 121

"So, Mr. East. We are indeed interested in working with Lawrence Terrence. We believe that his image and status as a superstar actor make him a perfect fit to be an ambassador of Diore. However, he has already signed partnerships with other brands, which could potentially create conflicts if we are not careful."

At the moment, Collin was facing the executives of Diore. He kept his composure as he listened, maintaining the practiced calm of someone who had negotiated countless times before. This was a huge deal, one that could elevate Lawrence to a new level of stardom and further secure Collin's own reputation as an agent capable of closing high-profile contracts.

"Lawrence still hasn't signed any shoe deals with any brand. He's interested in working with Diore as a shoe ambassador. If Diore plans to launch a new shoe line in the United States, Lawrence can represent it. He's even willing to adjust his schedule for major promotional campaigns to ensure its success." Collin explained smoothly.

"That means Lawrence must wear our shoes whenever he's in public."

"Absolutely. He understands the commitment that comes with being an ambassador. He's ready to uphold it in every public appearance, interview, and even casual outings where cameras might catch him."

That was how the industry worked, and Collin knew it well. Many celebrities struggled with such commitments, but Lawrence had the discipline to follow through.

The executives exchanged glances and nodded. One of them, however, remained silent, watching Collin intently.

"If Lawrence is interested in becoming Diore's U.S. Ambassador, we will gladly work with him. His fame is strong, and his image perfectly embodies the bold yet elegant branding we want in America. We have a new shoe product line we're promoting in the U.S., and we hope Lawrence Terrence will be the face of that campaign."

The product line was essentially a single model available in multiple variations, different colors and designs, similar to how iPhones were released with multiple shades/color of the same base model. Lawrence would endorse the entire line, his influence drawing attention from fashion-conscious youth across America.

"I'm glad to hear that. I'll make sure Lawrence lives up to the expectations you're placing on him," Collin replied, elated.

"Unfortunately, we are not interested in working with Axel Gunner and Jennifer Randon. Axel's recent scandal could harm our brand. As for Jennifer, she's not famous enough and doesn't fit the image we're aiming for."

"I see. Though I will say, both of them have tremendous potential if given the right projects." Collin kept his smile even though he was gritting his teeth inside. He didn't appreciate hearing his clients belittled. At this point, he saw them as his own family, and insults toward them felt personal.

"Now, let's discuss Lawrence's salary. We are interested in signing him for two years. How about $500,000 per year?"

"My team would appreciate it if you increased that to $700,000. Lawrence's fame in the United States is undeniable. Even casual moviegoers who rarely pay attention to actors know his name. His face is instantly recognizable across the globe, on magazine covers, gossip headlines, and countless fan-made posters. You've surely heard of his movie Passionate Island. His performance was praised as one of the finest of his career. Furthermore, his most recent film, Trapping the Parents, grossed over $427 million globally last year while also receiving critical acclaim. That level of success speaks for itself."

The executives listened without interruption, occasionally scribbling notes, as though comparing his statements to their internal research. After about an hour of back-and-forth negotiation, they settled at $600,000 per year for two years. It wasn't quite what Collin asked for, but it was still a strong deal and proof of their confidence in Lawrence.

Satisfied, Collin shook hands with them.

As the executives left one by one, Collin found himself alone with a man wearing a thin, fashionable scarf that probably cost more than what an average worker earned in months.

The man approached him.

"So you're an agent now, huh?"

"Yes, Your Great Ericson."

Your Great Ericson was a famous fashion designer and a major shareholder of Diore. With his creative brilliance and financial influence, he wielded considerable power within the company.

He had legally changed his name to "Your Great Ericson" and demanded people address him that way, as though the title itself were part of his brand and identity.

"I see. What a surprise to find you standing in a position of power rather than on a runway."

Your Great Ericson scanned Collin from head to toe, sighing regretfully. His voice was unique, smooth yet sharp, like silk cutting through glass.

"It's such a waste that I never got the chance to fuck your ass. I still want to take you to my bed. Tell me, I'll raise Lawrence's salary if you agree, and I can make sure his career skyrockets beyond your imagination."

Collin stiffened. He and Your Great Ericson had history. Years ago, when Collin worked as a model, Ericson had taken an immediate interest in him. He had offered Collin a chance to become Diore's ambassador in exchange for a one-night stand.

"Even now, you're still a great specimen. You remain one of my deepest regrets. What I can't understand is how someone so poor had the audacity to reject me. Was it because of your dead friend? Your only saving grace is your face, but you're still a lowlife. Funny, you're a perfect specimen but also a pathetic creature. How did it feel when I kicked you off the runway? Bad, right? That's how I felt when you rejected me."

Your Great Ericson chuckled darkly, his words dripping with twisted triumph.

Collin clenched his jaw but kept his smile steady. Just like before, his answer remained the same.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested, and I never will be."

"Well, I shot my shot. If you'd agreed back then, you'd be one of the top male models in the world right now. You'd be living in luxury, commanding respect everywhere. You have what it takes. You're basically perfect. But you're ruined by a lowlife brain that doesn't understand how this industry works."

Ericson sighed, though it sounded more arrogant than regretful.

Collin remained calm. He knew he was blessed with his looks, but he had never regretted choosing dignity over cheap fame. To him, integrity was worth more than any contract.

"Well then, see you later, Collin. We both know our paths will cross again. Heh, perhaps your client Lawrence Terrence will be more… open to a business deal with me." Your Great Ericson grinned and walked away, his smugness making Collin's fists itch.

Collin nearly lost control, his protective instincts toward his clients almost driving him to punch the man, but he held himself back. A single outburst could jeopardize everything. Instead, he patted his chest, where his small voice recorder was hidden in his pocket.

'Just as I expected, that guy still can't control his mouth. And now he's handed me the leverage I needed.'

Collin smirked coldly. He hadn't expected to meet Ericson, but he had prepared a recorder just in case.

"Sorry, but my clients will be ambassadors of Diore, and you're going to help me. You mocked me years ago. Now it's my turn to laugh at you."

Two days later, Diore expressed interest in signing deals with Axel Gunner and Jennifer Randon. The two were shocked but overjoyed.

The entertainment industry thrived on manipulation and blackmail. Everyone knew it, even if no one admitted it openly. Collin was simply playing the same game. And to be honest, it felt good. He had no guilt whatsoever about blackmailing Your Great Ericson.

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Behind The Spotlight Chapter 122

"Are you sure you're doing this the right way?" Quincy Jennings frowned at Collin, a mixture of concern and disbelief in his eyes after the two had left the Diore building.

"About what?"

"About blackmailing a rich person. I'm asking if you're doing it right because one wrong move could ruin everything you've worked for, and there's no undo button in this game." The entertainment lawyer emphasized.

"Are you worried about me?"

"Well, if something happens to you, the team might dissolve, everyone's careers could be affected, and I might lose my job. As you can imagine, that would be disastrous."

"That's sweet, Quincy. I like your honesty. Don't worry. Your Great Ericson won't touch me. I know what I'm doing, and I've planned for every possible outcome in this negotiation." Collin reassured him.

Two days ago, Collin had recorded his conversation with Your Great Ericson, capturing every word. Since then, he had devised a calculated plan to leverage the recording, ensuring maximum influence.

"Now I know why you invited me to Paris. You're playing with fire, Collin. Fire can hurt you if it's not handled carefully, it could burn everything you've built." At first, Quincy had thought Collin simply wanted to sign a deal with Diore.

"You don't have to explain it to me."

Collin smirked as he recalled Your Great Ericson's livid expression. No one could deny that the designer had spoken those diabolical words in his unmistakable silky voice and sharp tone.

Being a fashion designer, such a recording could destroy his image and humiliate him in front of his peers and board members. He had no choice but to negotiate with Collin, as his reputation and career depended on it.

Both sides signed an NDA to ensure the recording would remain private, safeguarding Collin's leverage. Your Great Ericson kept the original recorder, but Collin probably had a copy as a precaution. In exchange for signing the deal, Your Great Ericson agreed to help Collin's clients become ambassadors for Diore, guaranteeing high-profile opportunities.

Collin was satisfied. The outcome exceeded his expectations.

"That guy won't hurt me. I know that. Even if he tries, I can counter his moves." Collin explained to Quincy.

"I don't know where your confidence comes from. You can't know exactly how people think or what they might do when cornered."

"I know how people think, and I've studied him well enough to predict his responses."

Collin had a sharp instinct, and he knew Your Great Ericson wouldn't commit crimes or risk everything for personal vendettas. The designer's pride was a vulnerability Collin could exploit.

-- Your Great Ericson.

-- Safe Player (Yellow).

-- Fake Bravado (White).

Based on these talents, Collin concluded that Your Great Ericson wouldn't act outside legal boundaries. Why these behaviors were considered talents was beyond Collin's understanding.

"Quincy, I assume this isn't your first time handling high-stakes NDAs and leveraging sensitive information."

"Well..." Quincy didn't elaborate.

It was true. He had managed countless NDA contracts and negotiations requiring discretion. He had even helped a famous older actress coerce a man into signing an NDA in exchange for money, ensuring he wouldn't reveal her sexual assault, a highly sensitive case with potential legal consequences.

This was one of the milder cases he had handled. Quincy understood how ruthless Hollywood could be and didn't blame Collin for blackmailing a luxury brand executive to secure a deal. The industry often rewarded cunning over morality. However, Quincy still disapproved of Collin's methods, they were dirty, dangerous, and open to future retaliation.

"Just like I said, Your Great Ericson won't do that. I'm a man of my word. Both of us are bound by the contract, and I won't break it." Collin said firmly.

Later that day, Axel Gunner successfully signed a deal with Diore to become the U.S. ambassador for their clothing line. His contract guaranteed that all public appearances, photoshoots, and promotional events aligned with the brand. He would earn $500,000 per year over a two-year term. Axel was both surprised and delighted, impressed at how Collin had secured a product deal despite his precarious situation. He realized once again how competent his talent agent was.

Jennifer Randon received a contract as well, thrilled by the opportunity. She would earn $300,000 per year over two years, officially becoming an ambassador for Diore's luxury bags upon Collin and Quincy's return to Los Angeles. The opportunity elevated her profile significantly, and she felt immense gratitude toward Collin.

Lawrence's contract increased to $1 million per year for three years, ensuring he remained the centerpiece of Diore's promotional campaigns. Diore's U.S. representatives handled legalities, payments, and obligations for Jennifer and Lawrence.

As for how Your Great Ericson convinced the executives to approve deals for all three actors, Collin didn't know and didn't care. He was already satisfied that his clients had secured contracts. These deals solidified Collin's status as a top-tier agent. By standard practice, he would earn a 5% commission, which amounted to $270,000. Modest compared to his clients' earnings, but to Collin, the feeling of closing such a significant deal was exhilarating. The thrill of negotiation, power, and watching dreams materialize was addictive.

Three days into his seven-day stay in Paris, Collin spent most of his time exploring the city, soaking in its culture, architecture, and rhythm. He visited the train station daily, hoping for a call or message from the woman he wanted to meet. Each day, he left disappointed, silently questioning whether he had misjudged her interest.

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"You're still staring at that business card. Just like I said, if you want to meet this so-called talent agent, just take me with you. We can set up a meeting in a public place so he won't do anything bad if he's a kidnapper or has hidden intentions."

Isabella said this to Chantal. She was Chantal's friend and often offered advice on important decisions.

"I don't know if I can trust him. He's too handsome, and his polished demeanor makes me even more skeptical. Besides, it's surprising that an agent showed up to sign me on the spot. I'm not sure he's telling the truth." Chantal studied the business card in her hands, unsure if she would keep it or discard it.

"You said you wanted to be a famous singer. That talent agent saw potential in you and believes in your abilities. You might regret it if doubt prevents you from taking this chance."

"..." Chantal bit her lip, torn between caution and ambition.

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[Pujimaki]

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 123

Isabella was right. Chantal's dream had always been to become a famous singer, a dream she had held in her heart since childhood. That very dream was also one of the reasons her parents had cast her out.

When Chantal turned 18, her parents decided she could live on her own and kicked her out. They felt no guilt about it, convinced she had no future compared to her younger sister, who collected awards every year and embodied everything they valued. To them, Chantal's dream of becoming a singer was nothing but foolishness, a waste of time.

Since then, Chantal had lived with her friend's family in a small yet warm home. She was grateful to Isabella and her parents for taking her in without judgment, only kindness. Chantal worked as a waitress on weekdays to cover her expenses, singing only on weekends at the train station.

"If you want to meet this talent agent, then take me with you. I'll be ready to call the police if he tries anything shady."

Isabella could see Chantal's hesitation about whether to contact the talent agent, so she gave her friend a push.

"I want to prove to my parents that I'll become a famous singer."

"That's the spirit. And once you're famous, don't ever help them. They kicked you out last year, and they never truly supported you."

"T-That sounds kinda bad."

"What do you mean bad? Your parents are the worst. Tell me, have they ever celebrated your birthday?"

"..." Chantal fell silent. Her parents had never done anything special for her. They had provided food and shelter for 18 years, but never a heartfelt gift, never a sincere hug, never a word of encouragement. Most of the time, she had survived through part-time jobs.

"I'll call him."

"I'll be by your side."

Chantal found a phone booth and dialed the number on the business card. Her voice trembled slightly when someone answered.

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The two women sat at a table in a café of their choice. It was one of the most popular cafés in the neighborhood, always bustling with customers.

Today, it was about 70% full, which reassured them. They were confident the talent agent wouldn't try anything reckless, especially since the café was located right next to a police station where patrol cars flashed red and blue.

Chantal kept glancing at the entrance, nervously stirring her cup of coffee.

"He's here," Chantal whispered to Isabella.

"Where?" Isabella asked.

"The tall, handsome guy at the door."

"Oh my God, Chantal, he's hot!" Isabella squealed. Chantal silently agreed, though she tried to keep her composure, unlike her overly excited friend.

That was precisely why Chantal had been skeptical of Collin. He was too handsome to be a talent agent. With his sharp jawline, neatly tailored suit, and confident demeanor, he looked like someone out of a magazine. With that face, he should have been an actor or a model.

Collin scanned the café and spotted Chantal sitting with another woman. He had even postponed his return flight today because Chantal called him yesterday, on what was supposed to be his last night in Paris. It cost him time, but he didn't regret the decision.

"Hello, I'm Collin East, a talent agent."

"I'm Chantal Beaumont."

"I'm Isabella Salome."

"It's nice to meet you, Chantal and Isabella."

Collin already knew Chantal's name, he had seen it through his golden vision when she performed at the train station, her voice unforgettable. That performance was the reason he wanted to sign her. Still, he acted as though it was the first time he had heard it.

"So, Collin, are you really a talent agent? Or are you a kidnapper? Just so you know, we're near a police station, so don't try anything."

Isabella tried to sound tough, but her cheeks flushed. The man in front of her was far too attractive. Every time he smiled, her heart skipped a beat, making it difficult to maintain suspicion.

"I'm not lying," Collin replied calmly, glancing at his watch.

"If you don't believe me, I'll introduce you to someone to prove it. My client should be here in a few minutes."

The two women exchanged confused looks, but their doubts evaporated when another tall man entered the café.

This time, they recognized him.

They didn't know his name, but they had seen him in a film, The Accidental Wedding Crashers. Lawrence Terrence had starred in that film too.

"Let me introduce my client, Axel Gunner. He's starred in The Accidental Wedding Crashers, Week on a Cruise Ship, and Face: Swap."

Out of the three movies, the women only knew the first one, they had even watched it at the cinema.

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Axel Gunner. Erm… I'm here because Collin wanted to prove he's not a kidnapper." Axel looked a little puzzled but played along, his friendly chuckle easing the tension. Collin had just closed a Diore deal for him, so Axel had no problem helping his agent today.

"Wow, you really weren't lying... Chantal, this guy is real!" Isabella exclaimed.

Chantal was also stunned. It was impossible to fake an actor, especially one whose face they had seen on the big screen. On top of that, Axel radiated that unmistakable celebrity aura, a magnetic presence that made people turn their heads.

"Do… do you know Lawrence Terrence? I'm his fan." Chantal asked, her voice tinged with excitement. Isabella leaned in too, eager for the answer. Both were fans of Lawrence.

Axel chuckled at their enthusiasm and pointed toward Collin.

"If you're interested in meeting Lawrence, then you're in luck. Collin is his agent."

The two women turned to Collin. He cleared his throat and got straight to the point.

"Chantal, as I said before, I want to sign a partnership with you. I can make you a superstar."

"..."

Chantal was speechless, this time from pure shock. She hadn't expected a real talent agent to be interested in her. Her heart pounded in her chest. On top of that, this agent managed two famous actors. Clearly, he wasn't an ordinary agent.

If anyone could help her achieve stardom, it was him. After all, Collin had made Axel and Lawrence famous.

"I want to hear more about it."

"Alright."

Collin smiled and began explaining. With calm assurance, he introduced himself and his agency, describing how ANT operated, the resources they provided, and the opportunities available. Aside from actors and directors, ANT also managed music artists and sports players, with an impressive track record.

Collin was confident he could make Chantal famous within a year or two. All she had to do was trust him and sign a deal.

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