Yates handed Timothy the file, which contained all the details about the movie.
Timothy opened it, scanning the first few pages.
Vince raised an eyebrow. “What’s this movie that’s got you so invested?”
“It’s a film that could break the box office record for animated features in the country.”
Yates had a sharp eye for film and television investments, and with his own chain of theaters, he’d made a fortune over the years.
Vince was surprised. If Yates was speaking so highly of it, the movie must have serious potential.
Timothy hadn’t expected it to be an animated film. He skimmed through the information, relying on his years of financial instinct, and found his gut feeling matched Yates’s assessment.
He closed the file. “Would you consider letting me take this one?”
“Letting you?” Yates arched an eyebrow. “What—are you asking for exclusive rights to invest, with Sheila’s name as the lead?”
“Yeah.”
Years ago, Sheila had saved his life. Ever since, Timothy had been waiting for the right moment to help her achieve something big in her career.
He’d nearly arranged everything perfectly this time, but Jessica had suddenly jumped ship and joined Mr. Smith’s team.
Timothy knew Mr. Smith well—he admired Jessica’s talent and would no doubt keep working with her.
With Mr. Smith and Ines backing her, Jessica’s future was limitless.
Timothy understood the animation industry well; it had enormous potential, but very few ever made it to the top.
There was a huge gap between the elite and everyone else. Jessica was only twenty-seven—no, Salome, she was twenty-six. Once she hit her stride, she’d be a top name in the industry for years to come.
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