“Orion?”
At that, Kevin, Benjamin, and Samuel all turned to stare at Xanthea.
Xanthea looked utterly baffled by their gazes. Why was everyone looking at her when the name “Orion” came up? Were they that close?
“Xan.”
The fire in Kevin’s eyes had vanished, replaced by a gleam of hope, “Last time Chairman Lockwood was on set to pick up some tapes, you two seemed pretty cozy. Any chance you could charm him into letting us use his horse ranch for shooting? Don’t worry; we’ll pay rent!”
Samuel chimed in, “A place of that caliber, even if it's not open for business, the maintenance alone must be costing hundreds of thousands a day.”
Kevin’s face fell, “That’s not gonna work. Our budget is capped around 50 grand.”
Xanthea nodded in agreement. It seemed impossible.
Just the maintenance cost hundreds of thousands; how could they possibly rent it with a budget of mere tens of thousands? And film sets were always chaotic. Besides those ranches specifically for renting, no other ranch would agree to it, let alone such high-end private one.
“So,” Kevin looked sheepishly at Xanthea, “Xan, we really need to ask you for this favor.”
??
Xanthea frowned unwittingly as she looked at his almost pleading face. How could she negotiate a deal for tens of thousands when the place cost hundreds of thousands just to maintain? Besides, Orion had already repaid any personal favors at the gem betting event. Asking for such an outrageous favor now seemed too...
Benjamin, noticing her discomfort, suggested, “Director, why don’t we shoot other scenes for today? Let the staff negotiate with people from Equestrian Meadows Stables, and we can film there later. Or I can also try to reach out to some places I’ve worked with before.”
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