Xanthea immediately pulled out her phone and dialed Oliver's number.
"Hello? Xan, about the shoot today with Director Smith, he—"
"Uncle!" Xanthea cut him off with an urgent voice. "Was the rights to 'Realm of Illusions' transferred to you by Orion for free?"
Oliver paused for a few seconds before slowly responding. "You found it out?"
Xanthea's pupils constricted momentarily.
It was true, then. The contract was real.
"Why, Uncle?"
"Xan, I told you the other day; Mr. Lockwood really appreciated your performance. The mishap during the audition was just a misunderstanding, but you were too upset to listen or forgive him. So Mr. Lockwood proposed using the guise of a 'high-value transfer' to give 'Realm of Illusions' back to you, and I agreed.
Don't be mad at me for deceiving you, sweetie. I knew that deep down you still wanted that script. And honestly, if Mr. Lockwood had just handed 'Realm of Illusions' over to you right then, would you have accepted it?"
No, she wouldn’t have.
She had been too blinded by anger. If one second he had told her she was out, and the next he tried to hand her 'Realm of Illusions', she would have thought it was another trick.
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