Spoiled By The CEO: Why The Wife Is Kinda Sweet?
Chapter 150 Not A Good Fit
Entering the office, Nathan sat down directly on the crinkled sofa opposite the desk.
Sitting behind his desk, Vicente shot him a look and didn’t speak.
His fingers were working on whatever had the keyboard clicking and tapping all over the place. Looked like he was typing something up.
Nathan didn’t disturb him. He sat there, legs crossed, lit a cigarette and waited.
After half an hour or so, Vicente stopped, stood, and poured himself a glass of water.
“What are you here for? Out with it!”
The blunt tone sent Nathan reeling, who snapped, “What, I can’t just stop by and see you?”
Vicente chuckled. “You wouldn’t be here for any reason but business.”
Nathan had no words. “…”
They were college classmates and had been friends from that time.
Both talented souls, they’d found things to appreciate about each other as they interacted.
It was just that, compared to Vicente, Nathan was more flexible in his dealings, so he’d made good after his debut. A few of his works had later become blockbusters, and now he was a hotshot director.
Vicente was different. He’d had his chance early on, but his temper had got him in trouble with someone big, and he ended up ostracized.
All these years, even with Nathan helping him, he’d never found a good chance.
Nathan knew what his friend was like, so he wasn’t really angry.
He tossed the documents in his hands onto the desk, muttering, “There are some advertisements from the investors. Take a look.”
Vicente shot it a look and didn’t even flip through it. He just grunted without following up.
Seeing that, Nathan found himself thoroughly annoyed.
looking like you’re above this business! There is an investor, so can you rein it in with the attitude? Do you know how hard it is to gather investors
mad at
up the paperwork and
he tossed it to the side like he was done
got it. I’ll
Nathan was speechless. “…”
female lead this time. But every other normal person is staying away and the people who’re
his lazy eyelids twitching. Then, very determinedly,
“I’ll keep waiting!”
pick up the ashtray and throw it at
leave? Who’re you going to get to invest in
Vicente didn’t reply.
brain was starting to
friend, but he had to baby this man like
he
took you so much trouble to refine the script. You can’t be content watching it waste away in your hands, right? With a subject like this, it might be fine for these couple of years, but another couple years later, no one’s going to pay attention to it. What then? Think about your dreams; are you willing to stay cooped up here
words, Vicente’s rock-carved mask of
lifted his head and gazed straight at Nathan, his razor sharp lips
the actress,
flung out his
a good
“Then who is?”
“Dunno.”
“You—”
up from the sofa. Rubbing his temples,
it. Let’s see what you’re going to do when
that, he took his clothes and made to
door, Vicente’s stubborn voice rang out
“Lend me your computer.”
a rage, “No! Don’t you have one? Why do you have to use
“Mine’s broken.”
turned the monitor around