The pool party at the villa shimmered under the Californian night. It was Wendy who ushered Michael Eisner onto the scene. Such was their dynamic: Milo merely had to enjoy, while Wendy handled the orchestration."Good evening, Mr. Eisner. May I offer you a drink?" Wendy's voice was smooth, professional.The sharply dressed Eisner entered, his gaze immediately drawn to a young man in the pool, casually draped with women on either side. He raised a glass of red wine in a cheerful salute. Eisner had studied Milo's file, seen his photographs. They'd even briefly met at some function. He recognized the man he'd come to see: Milo.The Mouse House mogul offered a practiced smile. "Good evening, Mr. Blackbourne."As he spoke, he accepted a glass of champagne from a nearby bunny girl and gestured towards Milo, still lounging in the pool. "Might we have a word, Mr. Blackbourne?"Milo was reluctant to emerge. The women surrounding him were already enthusiastic, but the arrival of such a Hollywood titan had amplified their fervor. Their heightened enthusiasm had a distinctly physical effect on him; his arousal was becoming difficult to ignore. He would much rather have stayed submerged in their playful attention than engage in business with a man of Eisner's age.However, reason prevailed, aided by Wendy's pleading glance. Milo knew it was best to comply. Reluctantly disentangling himself from the clinging women, whose expressions shifted from practiced smiles to something bordering on fervent excitement, he climbed out of the pool and accepted a towel from a waiting bunny girl.He dried himself as he approached Eisner's group. Upon his arrival, Eisner turned to Wendy. "Mr. Wendy, would you be so kind as to find Mr. Blackbourne and myself a room?""No need." Milo interjected. "We can talk here. I wouldn't want to be too far from such lovely company." He gestured to the pool.Eisner glanced at Wendy, who gave the Mouse House executive an "he's always like this" look and a shrug.Eisner, with a hint of resignation, followed Milo to a pair of poolside lounge chairs. Milo, ever aware that their impending discussion was not for public consumption, subtly directed the women to keep their distance.Milo was perfectly aware of the purpose of Eisner's visit. It was a game of power and money, one he'd observed since childhood, as recounted in his predecessor's memories. Wendy had also briefed and explained the situation, leaving Milo confident in how to proceed."My father once told me he greatly admired Walt and Roy Disney," Milo began, a faint smile playing on his lips. The Disney entourage listened attentively, showing no signs of impatience. "He believed they created truly iconic American symbols. I myself was a great fan of Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck as a child. If there's an opportunity to make them even stronger, I'm personally very enthusiastic."The Disney executives exchanged excited glances. Eisner himself offered a genuine smile, though he'd fully expected Milo's cooperation. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement: it would save Disney a potential headache, and it would earn the Blackbournes the gratitude of a powerful ally. Such was the basic rule of the game in America, understood and played by all.Seeing Milo nod in her direction after finishing his statement, Wendy clapped her hands together, a broad smile on her face. "Alright, alright, everyone. Let's not discuss business tonight. Let's all just enjoy the beautiful evening."This was the signal: the specific details were not to be discussed here. Those were matters for the professionals.Eisner rose, still smiling. "I'm catching a flight to New York shortly, so I won't keep Mr. Blackbourne from his enjoyment.""Not even one more drink?" Milo offered."My apologies. Perhaps another time."Eisner was insistent on leaving, and Milo didn't press him. The Mouse House mogul and his entourage departed as swiftly as they'd arrived.The moment Eisner was gone, the previously subdued "mermaids" in the pool erupted in a flurry of activity. Giggles and flirtatious glances were directed at Milo, and a few women even boldly licked their lips. They were far more forward than before.Milo understood the reason. They'd witnessed his conversation with Eisner, the exchange of drinks. They recognized the aura of power."It's in your hands," Milo told Wendy. "You're the only one who truly understands what I want, dear Wendy."The portly man nodded, a grin spreading across his face. "Six years we've been in Los Angeles, and you're finally getting down to business!"Milo playfully patted Wendy's stomach, chuckling. "Get lost! I'm always doing business."Wendy's smile turned teasing. "Speaking of which, you're rather subdued tonight. Usually, you'd be… engaging in more physical pursuits by now." He gestured subtly towards the women in the pool, lowering his voice. "They all know what to expect at these parties. These ones tonight are fresh, clean. You can relax and enjoy yourself, though how many you manage to… connect with is up to your own charm."Milo remained outwardly composed, but inwardly he recognized the truth in Wendy's words. He was more reserved. It was his own soul inhabiting this body, a "good youth" from China, not the unrestrained playboy of the past. When it came to actually pursuing these women, a certain tension and shyness were unavoidable.When he re-entered the pool, the tall, curvaceous women were noticeably more proactive. Fingers traced patterns on his skin, and he was deliberately brushed by their softest parts, keeping his arousal at a constant peak.With Wendy gone to handle the business side of things, Milo soon found his focus drawn to a specific target. Zeta-Jones, with her exquisite face, a striking blend of Eastern and Western beauty, and a cascade of golden hair, kept appearing in his line of sight. It was strange; he'd looked for her earlier but hadn't found her, assuming she wasn't present. Now, as if by magic, she'd materialized just as he was looking for some distraction.She was accompanied by two other beautiful women, giving Milo the impression they were a distinct group, subtly separate from the others. Zeta-Jones was undeniably stunning, her figure breathtaking. At 5'8", her 36C bust seemed barely contained by her small bikini, emphasizing her curves. At twenty-five, her skin looked almost impossibly smooth and radiant. It was clear why she'd risen to fame in Hollywood for her beauty and sensuality.A mutual attraction was quickly established. After a few tentative exchanges, their eyes locked. The other two women, Kate Blanchett and Julie Delpy, exchanged knowing glances of their own. They then moved with a practiced grace, subtly blocking the other women, creating an opening for Zeta-Jones to make her move.