Entertainment: Starting as a Succubus, Taking Hollywood by Storm Chapter 559 - 558: Gossip and the Art of Courting Martin

Warner Bros.

The conference room was abuzz yet again.

Another eting was underway, attended by Warner’s top executives and Christopher Nolan.

A middle-aged white man was speaking.

"According to our surveys, 40% of moviegoers bought tickets because of Batman, and at least 30% ca solely because Martin was the screenwriter. The rest were drawn in by word of mouth."

"This proves Martin’s imnse pull with audiences. Even as just a writer, his na alone sells tickets."

"His fanbase spans all age groups—from middle schoolers to middle-aged adults—with career won and homakers making up a significant portion."

At this point, the man glanced at Nolan with admiration. "Which is why, Director Nolan, your suggestion to center the marketing around Martin was brilliant. Who would’ve thought a screenwriter could beco a selling point?"

Nolan waved a hand modestly. "Credit goes to Warner’s research team for providing Martin’s fan data. Besides, Martin is an exception. This strategy isn’t sothing we can standardize."

Alan Horn nodded. "Nolan’s right. Since The New Batman’s first installnt succeeded, we should fast-track the sequels—especially the second one. Martin’s request to play the Joker is another major selling point. His first villain role? That’s gold."

Nolan added, "I’ve already spoken with Martin. He’s wrapped up Between Life and Death, the film he directed. Aside from attending Pirates of the Caribbean 2’s premiere in July, he has three months free."

"What about Brokeback Mountain? When’s that releasing?" Horn asked.

"September, reportedly," another executive chid in.

"Then we can’t miss that one," Horn said with a chuckle.

The room erupted in laughter.

Soone joked, "True—Martin’s first on-screen love scene, and it’s with a man."

Another added, "To be fair, Leonardo DiCaprio is prettier than most won."

"I heard Between Life and Death has a steamy scene too."

"With Caron Diaz, right? She’s a stunner."

"Martin’s never short on beauties. From what we privately know, there’s Nicole Kidman, Charlize Theron, Scarlett Johansson, Lindsay Lohan, Jessica Alba, Anne Hathaway... all knockout stars."

"Weren’t a few of them childhood friends?"

"Seriously? Is he playing so long-ga harem builder?"

"Rumor has it Britney Spears, Natalie Portman, and Paris Hilton are in the mix too."

"Don’t forget Cate Blanchett and Liv Tyler—they’ve been linked to him before."

"God, is this guy a celebrity black hole?"

Nolan could only marvel. That kid really knows how to live.

"Enough," Horn cut in sternly. "Keep this chatter in-house. If any of it leaks, you’re on your own. Rember—Martin isn’t just so ordinary star."

The room fell silent.

Back ho, Nolan recounted the day’s gossip to his wife, Emma Thomas, and his brother, Jonathan Nolan. Both listened with rapt attention.

Emma sighed. "So the rumors are true. I don’t get why these won would share a man."

Jonathan shrugged. "It’s Hollywood. Even A-list actresses struggle to maintain their lifestyles—costics, jewelry, designer clothes, cars, mansions... the costs are insane. Being with Martin at least guarantees financial security."

"It’s why so many starlets have sugar daddies. Their paychecks vanish fast. Without a benefactor, half of them would be bankrupt."

"But why don’t male stars face the sa pressure?" Emma pressed.

"They do, just differently," Nolan explained. "n spend on their teams—stylists, managers—but no one cares if they dress like slobs. Look at Keanu Reeves. anwhile, if an actress loses her glamour, her career tanks."

Jonathan sighed. "Won have it rough here. No wonder Hollywood’s elite feminists are so vocal." He then mused, "Wonder if my producing career will ever take off."

Nolan grinned. "Don’t worry. I’ve already secured you a co-producer credit for Batman sequels. And Jonathan—you’re on as a script assistant."

Jonathan brightened. "Wait, so I’ll be working with Martin?"

"Ah-ah. Mr. yers in person," Nolan corrected.

"Right, right. Any idea what he likes?"

"Trying to suck up?"

"Damn straight!"

Nolan pretended to ponder. "Well, he loves won—but only those he’s known for years. He’s into writing, so that’s a talking point. Music, acting... oh, and combat sports. Want to be his punching bag?"

"Uh, hard pass."

Jonathan realized his brother was ssing with him.

But Nolan turned serious. "Martin doesn’t care for flattery. If you want his respect, bring your A-ga as a writer."

anwhile, the very man being discussed was... otherwise occupied.

Caron Diaz gripped Martin’s wrist. "Martin, this feels wrong. Drew’s my friend. I don’t want to lose her."

Martin paused, studying her flushed face. Then he smirked. "Drew knows."

Caron blinked. "...Oh. Well then."

With that, she guided his hand back to her thigh, voice turning sultry. "Daddy—heard you like being called that. Let’s do sothing fun."

Slowly, she let her clothes... slip away.