Spoiled By The President: My Wife Is A Little Sweet novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150 Not A Good Fit

Entering the office, Nathan sat down directly on the crinkled sofa opposite the desk.

Sitting behind his desk, Vicente shot him a look and didn't speak.

His fingers were working on whatever had the keyboard clicking and tapping all over the place. Looked like he was typing something up.

Nathan didn't disturb him. He sat there, legs crossed, lit a cigarette and waited.

After half an hour or so, Vicente stopped, stood, and poured himself a glass of water.

"What are you here for? Out with it!"

The blunt tone sent Nathan reeling, who snapped, "What, I can't just stop by and see you?"

Vicente chuckled. "You wouldn't be here for any reason but business."

Nathan had no words. "..."

They were college classmates and had been friends from that time.

Both talented souls, they'd found things to appreciate about each other as they interacted.

It was just that, compared to Vicente, Nathan was more flexible in his dealings, so he'd made good after his debut. A few of his works had later become blockbusters, and now he was a hotshot director.

Vicente was different. He'd had his chance early on, but his temper had got him in trouble with someone big, and he ended up ostracized.

All these years, even with Nathan helping him, he'd never found a good chance.

Nathan knew what his friend was like, so he wasn't really angry.

He tossed the documents in his hands onto the desk, muttering, "There are some advertisements from the investors. Take a look."

Vicente shot it a look and didn't even flip through it. He just grunted without following up.

Seeing that, Nathan found himself thoroughly annoyed.

"What the hell do you want from me, Langes? I set this up for you personally and you're here looking like you're above this business! There is an investor, so can you rein it in with the attitude? Do you know how hard it is to gather investors for this script of yours?"

Vicente didn't get mad at the scolding.

He picked up the paperwork and leafed through it casually.

Then he tossed it to the side like he was done with his chores.

"I got it. I'll do it."

Nathan was speechless. "..."

He rolled his eyes. "Fine, I can't change your personality. I'm not asking for much. We can't go with Victoria for the female lead this time. But every other normal person is staying away and the people who're coming in are all weirdos. I'm giving you a choice here. Keep on waiting or pick Jessica Dawson. Make it yourself!"

Vicente stirred, his lazy eyelids twitching. Then, very determinedly, he said.

"I'll keep waiting!"

Nathan wanted to pick up the ashtray and throw it at him!

"Wait? You can afford to wait? What if the investors leave? Who're you going to get to invest in you again?"

Vicente didn't reply.

Nathan's brain was starting to hurt.

He was his friend, but he had to baby this man like a father!

Why did he even bother?

Finally, he sighed and kept trying. "The business is cruel, Vicente. It took you so much trouble to refine the script. You can't be content watching it waste away in your hands, right? With a subject like this, it might be fine for these couple of years, but another couple years later, no one's going to pay attention to it. What then? Think about your dreams; are you willing to stay cooped up here forever? Is making a bit of concession really so difficult?"

Hearing his words, Vicente's rock-carved mask of a face finally twitched a bit.