New York, Plaza Hotel, once owned by Trump, a symbol of luxury and elegance.
In one of the luxurious rooms, a passionate scene had just ended. Elin, a senior manager at JP Morgan Chase, lay on Eric's chest, breathing heavily.
"This is the feeling of youth. I like it."
Her fingers glided, enjoying the moment.
Looking at this mature woman before him, Eric remembered that the last time they had interacted was when "Red Dragon" became a box office hit. She had called him to congratulate him. He thought he would never see her again, but fate had other plans, and here they were together again.
Lighting a cigarette and adjusting her disheveled hair, Elin assumed the classic pose from Sharon Stone's "Basic Instinct," only without clothes.
It seemed that now that they had gotten and done everything, their relationship had become much closer, as she changed her manner of addressing Eric.
"Baby, tell me, why are you here? Given MGM's current development, you shouldn't have any money problems."
"There are too many projects, money is always in short supply. Who would refuse dollars?"
"Really? But I feel there's some conspiracy involved. Do you remember the terms of our agreement?"
Eric nodded.
"Of course, according to the agreement, if MGM's debt level reaches 82%, we won't be able to take new loans."
"But, as you said, MGM is doing great and will only get better. The latest movies have brought in huge profits. When 'Transformers' comes out at the end of the year, we'll make a lot of money again."
"So, according to the current asset valuation, MGM's debt level is less than 60%. Even if I want to take a new loan, it won't be a violation."
Elin, an experienced woman, didn't believe Eric's words, just smiling and watching him.
"Baby, you need a more convincing explanation."
They stared at each other for a while, and Eric shrugged.
"Alright, do you know A.K. Films? The recent hit 'Sharknado' was released by this company, and the real owner is me."
"Using A.K. Films as collateral, I want to take a loan. The maximum amount, the more, the better."
Elin, though not a big movie fan, had heard about 'Sharknado' from the newspapers and was slightly surprised to hear this.
"'Sharknado' was produced by your company? It's indeed a good asset, but you didn't tell me why you need the money."
"What kind of answer do you need? What do you want to hear?"
Elin smirked.
"The reason why a handsome and wealthy young man like you left all the Hollywood beauties and flew to New York to meet me, a woman over thirty."
"I like you. Is that enough?"
"No, because I like you too, but I wouldn't fly to Los Angeles for you. And I'm sure we're the same kind of people. We're driven not by simple pleasure but by benefit."
With such a woman, simple talk wouldn't work. A solid argument was needed.
"Alright, Elin. You don't need to ask questions, but if you want to earn, be ready to invest in the stock market."
Elin immediately frowned.
"Are you joking? The crisis has just ended, and you want to enter the market? If there's another crash, you can say goodbye to MGM."
"What if I have insider information?"
She froze for a moment, and her mind began working in a new direction.
After a moment of thought, she suddenly exclaimed:
"Hasbro! Of course, it's connected to Hasbro!"
This woman was not simple; with one word, she grasped the essence.
"I won't tell you the details, but if you want to earn, just trust me."
"No problem. How much do you need?"
"How much can you give?"
"It all depends on your behavior, baby."
With those words, she threw her legs onto the sofa, completely surrendering to him.
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After spending five days in New York, Eric, with back pains, boarded a plane to Los Angeles.
Even the most beautiful flight attendants didn't interest him; his steps were unsteady, his gaze unfocused—he was completely exhausted.
Elin, like a juicer, demanded three times a day, and when she was in the mood—even more. Even gods would have found it hard to endure.
When they were driving to the airport, she turned onto a secluded road and seduced him in broad daylight.
Even if whistles could be heard from outside, she didn't care.
It was good that phones didn't yet have video recording capabilities, and shooting was hindered by tinted windows, otherwise, they would have undoubtedly become hot news.
In the end, using A.K. Films and the rights to "Saw" and "Barbershop" as collateral, Eric secured a $480 million loan.
This clearly overvalued loan was possible only thanks to Elin; otherwise, no bank would have dared to take such a risk.
Returning to Los Angeles, Eric, despite the long flight, still hadn't recovered.
Five days—he had been drained for five consecutive days, at $100 million per day. He had indeed sacrificed a lot for this family.
Lying in bed, or rather lying on his stomach because his back hurt too much, he felt empty.
Gal Gadot, with her hands dampened with cold water, was diligently massaging him. Her soft and gentle fingers were relieving his fatigue.
"How about this?"
"Yes, good, very pleasant."
"Eric, this isn't right; you're not a professional football player. How could they do this to you? Your brother Joshua is too irresponsible."
Yes, he couldn't tell the truth, so Eric decided that everything would be blamed on his brother.
Since Joshua hadn't been home for a long time, Eric, cherishing his family, decided to visit him in San Francisco. And in one of the games with Joshua's team, Eric was accidentally injured by professional players.
Yes, that's how it was!
"Don't blame him, Gadot, Joshua didn't mean it. He's my blood brother."
Gal Gadot sighed and gently said:
"Eric, you really are a good person."
"Yes, I am a very good person."
"By the way, I start training tomorrow. Will you come?"
"I'll be a bit late, not until I finish the 'Saw' business. And then, in two days, the Sundance Film Festival starts, I have to be there."
"You're the vice president; why do you have to go to the festival yourself?"
Gal Gadot was right. Usually, such events were handled by specially trained people.
But for Eric, it was important. As a film lover, he was interested in attending the famous festival. And good films meant dollars.
Another reason is finding good films and avoiding upcoming troubles. No one but him could handle this job.
Good films = money!
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