"I do not know Jason ... after your last investment I do not know what to do with you ... "
" I am aware of ... "Jason said, lighting a cigarette, pacing nervously in the living room" I need help, if not my factory will fail within a week "
" Ok, but ... we are talking about important figures: I mean ... two million dollars are not a small thing .. "Michael replied thoughtfully.
"So?"
"I need to sleep on it ..." he said, his dark green leather chair, taking a puff from his Cuban cigar and staring at the carpet on the floor of the living room. The only light came from half-closed shutters and white cat curled up asleep on the desk near the window at the center of it, documents and a checkbook with a pen next to black with chrome fittings, were illuminated by a lamp by the golden arm, the emerald green shade and switch chain. Jason
stubbed out his cigarette on the ashtray that was on the silver glass table and wrought iron that was in the middle of the room, after which, Michael said goodbye, took her coat and hat and went out. Michael was left alone, lost in thought.
The phone rang at the home of Jason, he rose slowly from the bed, the sun beat down from behind the curtains, the sheets stained and empty bottle of whiskey, were unequivocal evidence of the fact Jason had been drinking. Groping reached the phone, turned the whirling head:
"P-ready?"
"Hey ... I am ..." It was cold and distant voice rang loud in my ears that Michael the other "I decided to give you a hand , listen to me: you back on track and help you with debt you have accumulated. In return, I want half of your income and all rights to the film on which you have invested. "
" Oh shit, Michael, I do not know what to say ... ask me ... so I guess they have no other choice ... "
" Well, you I want to see me. In half an hour. "And hung up. Jason looked
the clock: two and a half. He dressed quickly and left the house. At three o'clock he was in Michael's house.
"What a beautiful wax," said Michael when he appeared in the doorway, where his friend was waiting.
"Let's go straight to the point .." He looked a little patient.
"Well, read and sign," he said, handing him a package leaves.
passed an infinitesimal time so that Jason could have read everything that he put his signature. Michael did not care.
the weeks went by. One day, Jason, walking, he noticed a poster stuck on the window of a cinema. He had strangely familiar. He recognized her: she was the poster of the movie had produced, except that the title was changed and was much more inviting and attractive. Continued for another two hundred yards and saw that the streets were plastered with posters that advertised all different but all the same film. Jason angrily muttered something and went to Michael's house.
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