So that’s what he overheard.
Unbelievable…
Vince Zimmerman’s chest heaved with suppressed emotion.
Timothy Lawson had gone too far this time.
Jessica Greene must have endured so much over the years.
“Mr. Zimmerman, I just got a call from Carlisle. He said Bryant Edge Films is interested in our movie. Since production is almost wrapped up, they want exclusive rights to handle the marketing and distribution. If Carlisle doesn’t agree, they’ll make sure the film never hits theaters.”
Vince’s pupils contracted. The words were all too familiar—they’d just been discussing this same topic.
So the animated film Yates Bryant was so interested in, the one that might just break the domestic box office record for animation, was Jessica’s project.
Damn it!
Jessica was a radiant star, her brilliance dulled only by Timothy’s shadow.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of this.”
He would never let Timothy snatch the film away and let Sheila Howard take the credit.
“Thank you. I’ve poured my heart into this film. A few years ago, Carlisle approached me, hoping I’d join the project. But Henry was just a child then, and I barely had any time. Timothy didn’t want me working either, so all I could do was give what little support I could to help them push forward. I co-wrote the script with Carlisle. If they succeed, it’ll prove the worth of people with disabilities, help them gain real recognition.”
Vince’s eyes grew misty.
He understood Jessica’s intentions completely.
She couldn’t speak, but she knew what it meant to suffer in silence.
People like them needed the world to see that they, too, could make their mark. They could shine in their careers, create something of value, and not just be objects of pity or ridicule.
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