Two Lone Artists (Male Character x 100T Girls and more)

An Offer of a Lifetime

There's a lump in your throat as you anticipate everything that could possibly transpire in the next 10 minutes.

This contract meant more than you could explain in words. It meant that you finally had stability and a co.fortable salary to build apon.

You had built from the ground up once before, but this was different. Before, you were an independent, Indie film maker, but now you had a position at one of the largest Content Orgs in the North America. Now you had a large fou dation to lean on, to create freely without the constant worry of making a living out of your art.

You were only minutes away from an offer of a lifetime. You say idle in the back of your Uber, your chest overwhelmed with a tight, anxiety-ridden feeling.

You're not sure why. You should be excited, you should be thrilled. But for some reason, you were anxious. Maybe the lack of excitement was due to your day out at the pier being cut short, or maybe it was the swiftness in which everything was developing.

It was like all of the build up from your past projects and any momentum you had meant nothing. You should be thankful, but being the artistic person you are, this story felt... Bland.

You expected your comeback to be something out of a novel you'd read. Like the starving artist getting his break... And that's when you realized that 100T wasn't your endgame, or atleast not the position you had now.

You realized that instead of your circumstance becoming some cheesy novel, you needed to mold it into your own success story.

You talk yourself down from the mess of your anxiety and focus on the road ahead. You were right around the corner from the facility, so you readied yourself for the meeting you were about to have with your future boss...

"You good back there?" Asks your driver.

"Yeah, I just got a big meeting to go to..."

You weren't sure why you told them about this, but little did you know the effect it would have.

"Most important thing to remember is knowing your worth..." She says.

"Oh, yeah, thank you" you awkwardly reply.

She smiles and nods into the mirror.

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You arrive and give your driver a tip, making sure to add a little extra for their kind regards.

Once again, you're greeted by the receptionist. This time she leads you to a different room, Nade's office.

"Y/n! Got the contract right here!"

You notice multiple documents in his hand. You feel eager to read it over, but you knew that he probably wanted to go over them with you-

"Here you go! You can read it over and tell me what you think!"

Nevermind.

You take the heep of documents, letting out an audible sigh. Laying them in the table, you begin to scan them over. It's the basic legal hoopla, just including a few basic necessities.

They included basic dental and health plans, likely included by the company in any position.

You found yourself rushing to reach the annual salary, but at the same time, you can't help but build a bit of suspense...

You turn through paper by paper, slowly analyzing each word as to make sure there were no surprises.

And then....you reach it. The last page, the last paper. You breathe sporadically as you anticipate the price they believed you to be worth...

Years ago, you had graduated from Film school. You had so many eyes on your amateur work, no matter how obnoxiously unremarkable. You were a standout student who understood the intricacies of film making down to a tee.

You filmed multiple short films to build an audience before getting your big break. You got an offer to feature on a film for Paramount Pictures. But just as you got that break, the world came crashing down due to Covid and the film was cancelled.

Your depression got the best of you and you feel off, losing any momentum you might've had.

But now....You got your break again. This wasn't "bland" or anything to cause anxiety, it was... A start. You're start...

You clear your head of all these thoughts and ready yourself for the number...

And then...you look...

And it was something you could've never expected...

It was extremely....insulting.

"Matt?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you sure this is correct?"

"Yeah..."

"You guys think I'm worth 30 thousand a year?"

"Well, along with the added benefits we thought it would be a good start-"

"You're kidding?"

"Excuse me?" He asks.

He'd dealt with begrudged employees, but he could've have expected for you to instantly refute this offer.

"I-I can't accept this..."

"Y/n, sleep on it. Don't make any decisions-"

You cut him off, remembering what your Uber driver had said.

Know your worth.

"Nah, I'm not even going to entertain this. I'm sorry, but, No. My answer is no."

He shakes his head.

"That's not how I expected this going..."

"Me neither..." You say, walking out, annoyed.

You walk past the receptionist with an ever-so-dramatic fashion. She notes this, mentally writing it down for later.

You step outside to get some air. You find yourself sitting at the same bench as you had just a few days before, when you had first gotten the offer to begin with. But instead of being overwhelmed with joy, you were distraught.

How could they view you as so worthless? Did they only choose you because you had so little going for you? Did they think they could use that to manipulate you into agreeing to working for such a low salary??

So many thoughts swarmed in your head. You felt yourself nearing another panic attack when you receive a phone call.

"Hello?"

"Y/n?"

"Rae...?"