His voice unknowingly grew louder, "Shit, I've already told you guys."
"That so-called mystery movie you shot, nobody in Golden State cares about it, and nobody likes watching it. I haven't even sold a thousand tickets yet!"
"If you want money, no problem, I'll send you a hundred bucks. Stop calling me every day. I don't have time to waste on you greedy leeches!"
He glanced at the steaming coffee and newspaper, along with the pipe set aside, having an entire afternoon here to quietly while away.
The voice on the other end sounded young and unfamiliar, not the same people as before, "Mr. Selei, other theaters in Golden State have reported good box office numbers. Are you sure there's no mistake?"
Mr. Selei cursed a couple of times, "What the hell does that have to do with me?"
"Listen, young man."
"I don't care how your movie is doing. Over here, it's not selling. I've already taken it off the playlist, understand?"
"And stop calling me!"
