Hollywood What If

Chapter 64

"Kazir... I think we have a problem."

Salvatore Barlowe went straight to the editing room after realizing that something big was going on. 

It had already been a month since filming had finished. Kazir Grey had already finished editing 3/4 of the movie. He was just waiting for the sound director to finish the dubbing and stuff. 

Warner Bros already had a schedule for the movie. It would be released in July, although they were still trying to find the best weekend. 

"What is it?"

Kazir looked at his agent. Kazir had dark circles around his eyes because he hadn't slept much lately. 

"It's about your ex-wife."

"Are you talking about Cassandra?" 

Kazir frowned. He hadn't expected to hear news about his ex-wife. 

"This..."

Salvatore handed Kazir a newspaper. It was a small tabloid. 

The headline was very simple. It said that Kazir Grey beat his wife. That was why Cassandra left him. 

"Is that all?" He asked. 

He thought something big had happened.

"What do you mean, is that all? Kazir, this is bad for you!... Tell me, please tell me that you never beat your wife."

Salvatore was sweating and his complexion was pale. He didn't want anything bad to happen to his most profitable client. That would be devastating. 

"Don't worry Salvatore. I never hurt my wife. Hell, I never even stayed in the house most of the time." Kazir shrugged.

"You're not lying, are you?"

"What do you think? Do I look like a man who would hurt a woman?"

"No. But I know some men who act like gentlemen who are actually wife beaters."

"Oh, come on, Salvatore. I'm not Sean Connery." He chuckled. 

"I-I haven't even said anything!"

Salvatore stammered, knowing the truth. But Sean Connery was a client of CAA. He was the first 007 James Bond. 

Despite his age, Sean Connery was respected and could get many roles. His roles were usually an old gentleman. And it was true, Sean Connery himself admitted in an interview that he slapped his wife. 

"Of course, I'm only joking. Sean Connery is a great guy." 

Kazir said with a hint of sarcasm. 

"Kazir, do you have a plan?" 

"Contact Warner Bros. This situation can be useful to us."

Kazir was not stupid. 

"Okay."

A few minutes later, the important people involved in the production of The Hangover arrived.

The atmosphere was actually awkward because no one expected Kazir to have a dirty spot. Some of them looked at Kazir with doubt. 

Terry Semel looked seriously at Kazir. He hadn't expected the director to be involved in a scandal. 

"I suggest we stop this scandal before it gets worse."

Producer Enrico Pusi was the one who had it worst. This project was his responsibility. If The Hangover flopped horribly, he would lose all his credits. He might get fired. He was having a hard time sleeping, to be honest. 

So the fact that this scandal came up made him lose his temper. He was furious. He didn't know if he should "talk" to Kazir or find his ex-wife and convince her with money. 

"We can contact Cassandra Hoecrap and settle this quickly."

He added. 

The atmosphere in the office was very gloomy. Salvatore was sweating and scared. 

Terry Semel looked at them all. He had been the CEO of Warner Bros for over five years. 

Of all of them, Kazir Grey is the calmest.

Despite being in the middle of a fire pit, Kazir Grey didn't show any nervousness. 

"Kazir, did you expect this to happen?"

"To be honest, Terry. I never thought Cassandra would do something like this. However, I know that she will do anything to get more money from me."

What he said was based on his past life experience.

"Since you're calm, I think you have a plan."

Terry Semel narrowed his eyes. He was like a hawk ready to claw at its prey. If Kazir's plan was stupid, he would never work with Kazir again. 

'This scandal could be his downfall.'

"In my opinion, we should let the scandal simmer. In fact, I want Time Warner to join the scandal."

"Kazir, are you being stupid?" Enrico Pusi raised his voice. 

"Hold on Enrico... I say let Kazir cook. What's your plan?"

Kazir and Cassandra had been fighting for divorced for a year. During that year, they tried to tear each other's faces off. 

When Kazir realized that Cassandra was cheating on him. He decided to pay an investigator to follow his wife. 

'It is a miracle that I was reborn after the day I received the investigator's report.'

"This is the answer."

Kazir placed a videotape on the table. 

Terry Semel immediately called someone to bring a VHS(Video Home System) and television to watch the video. 

"Where did you get this?"

"I am collecting evidence of my wife's infidelity. I spent more than $3,000 just to get this. I'm impressed by how far the private investigator went just to get this recording."

"I see..."

The video started and everyone watched it seriously. Cassandra was in a restaurant with an old fat man. Their faces were clear, easy to identify.

"Isn't that Bobby Dork?"

Enrico Pusi muttered. He recognized the old man because he was also a producer. 

The conversation was quite simple, Cassandra and Bobby Dork were just flirting. However, from the way they were acting, it was clear that they had a strong intimacy.

"This video is from two years ago, around August 1994."

Kazir added. 

The video continued. 

Then everyone realized why Kazir was showing the video. 

In the video, Cassandra announced how she could get more money from Kazir. She would tell the court that she had been beaten and raped. 

"I think giving up your house is the best way to get away from a delusional person like her."

Salvatore said, and everyone agreed. This kind of thing was frightening because society would mostly believe a woman's word. 

In his past life, Kazir even used the video as evidence, but the court didn't accept it. So he still lost his house in his past life.

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