Inside a small city, in an exquisite parlour, eight men were pointing their guns at each other with vicious looks on their faces. A man with a white suit came forward and glared at a chubby man opposite of him.
"Charles, you really had the guts to come all the way here, to do what, kill me? I gave you a chance to redeem yourself" the man said and curled his lips disdainfully. Charles stare became colder as he gritted his teeth.
"You caused my only possessions to be seized by the government, and you think you can get away with that? You f**king ruined my life man!" Charles hollered angrily, but the man with the white suit waved his hands like he mocking him, causing Charles to flare in anger.
"Charles, go home. Go and rebuild the life you just lost. At least with the money you allocated to your Mexican account, you can still start a good life. You are lucky I didn't expose your darker secrets, otherwise, you would not be running around and hiring clowns to point guns on me."
Charles wanted to explode in anger, but he quickly calmed himself. He smiled and glared at the man in white suit disdainfully. "Alright, I'll leave. I would love to rebuild the life you took away from me. I bet that if I leave now, you will convince the cops to possess my company and all my possessions. I think the cops would love to hear from the ten billion dollars scandal that a mysterious person caused, oh, and that mysterious person is you."
The man with the white suit laughed loudly, causing his men to chuckle a little. "So... so this is the best you can come up with? Oh my god, you are so hilarious, Charles." The white-suited man said amidst laughing and ordered for his men to stand down and follow him as they proceeded to exit the parlour.
"I have proofs!" Charles shouted as he held his tablet that displayed a document. The white-suited man stopped in his tracks and turned back, and as he saw the document, his eyes dilated. Instantly, all his men raised their guns and pointed at Charles.
"Tell your men to put down their guns, let's talk business." Charles declared. The white-suited man gave a cold stare at Charles. "What kind of silly proof do you have?" he queried.
"Something that is more than enough to bring you down. Do you think all these times you were the alpha male? I have enough evidence and proof of all your crimes too, and before you kill me, you should also know that this was just one copy. If I die right now, a person I hired before I came here would send these to the authorities, so think twice." Charles said staring straight at the white-suited man.
The middle-aged man raised his hand ordering his men to stand down again. "Alright Mr Charles, what do you want?"
Charles smiled evilly. "I want your help in doing something." He said smugly. "And what thing are you talking about Mr Charles?" the white-suited man asked curiously.
"It's about James Smith."
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James was not sleepy, but his body was seriously aching from the prolonged sitting. He stood up and tiredly stretched his body. "An hour after midnight, and I'm still drawing storyboards. When am I gonna finish this?" James groaned.
The basic editing was easy, but the character drawing was hard. Seeing that he would not be able to complete it till Wednesday, he decided to go 3D. He opened digital photos of Angel and Maribel and used them as a reference to build a 3D model of them.
Two hours later, James was done with the entire modelling. He looked at the final models and was not satisfied. 'Not realistic enough', he muttered softly because they looked like mannequins, so decided to add details to it. He looked back, still not satisfied, and add more detail.
It was already four in the morning, and James body was getting exhausted. "This is not working as I expected. Maybe I should do what I should have done since.
James knew of a website that took images and use machine learning algorithms to convert them to 3D models. He never wanted to opt for this in the first place, because he believed that if he used his hands to build this model, it would add that 'special' touch to the masterpiece.
But he was wrong. His mind already had so much processing going on and adding modelling as the addition was already exhausting for him. With that thought in mind, he opened the website and dumped the two images, and ten seconds later, the website spat out a very realistic and detailed 3D version of Angel and Maribel. It even gave them a smiling expression.
"This is what I would have done since. I just wasted straight four hours doing nonsense", James smiled wryly. He downloaded the model and uploaded it back to Blender.
"Oh my god, it's almost five! I better go rest before mom comes", James said as he quickly put his desktop to hibernation and cleared his table before jumping in the bed and pretending to sleep. He wished he was not pretending. The bed was just so comfortable, why couldn't his body just go off with this comfort?
Five minutes later, James heard footsteps, and his door slowly opened. "So close", James thought wryly. James opened his left eye a little to see who it was, but it was not Maribel. The person was too short to be her. He was wearing a nightgown, and he was in a cautious stance.
"Josh", James said in his mind. He did not know why Josh had intruded in his room. Whatever he wanted to do, it should not affect him at all. Josh looked at James, and seeing that James was 'sleeping', his face showed an expression of disgust. "Motherf**ker" he cussed in his breath. He then approached James study desk and turned it on.
Luckily James had locked his computer, and unless Josh knew his password, he would not be able to get in. "What do you usually do on this desktop?" Josh asked silently as he brought out a paper and typed something on the password input.
Suddenly, the laptop changed to his desktop screen. James could not help but open his eyes wide. "How did this guy know my password. What the f**k!"