As the award was announced, he glanced around him.
Next to him, his wife, who absolutely detested him but loved
his money, and being able to say she was married to a famed Hollywood
director.
His main star, who was so desperate for a comeback gig he
worked for less than scale, although he somehow still had drugs all the time.
And all the sycophants, wannabes, and studio weasels he had
to put up with to make the film.
All the selling out, all the crap he made, just to get HIS
movie made.
And it didn’t even get nominated.
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