Leaving the studio to do work might as well have been a punishment for him. Whenever he had to usually deal with possible deals, his dad let him just email the company.Â
‘C’mon! You said you wanted to be like your brothers! Do you have to keep letting me down? That studio makes a lot of cash, even with all their problems. An email isn’t going to work with them. I want you to go to the bosses house, show you mean business. Don’t screw this up, Eric’. His dads words echo in his head as he tries to force himself to knock on the door. Go home and his dad can take care of it, but he can’t lie, he thinks. He’ll been see through in an instant. One knock on the door, and he feels like he’s going to faint.
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"Come in." A deep voice echoed through the door, the lights flickering.
Pitch had been expecting someone over to discuss merchandising with, but as the door swung open and the visitor became visible, they couldn't help but be surprised.
They straightened up, setting down their pen and offering a smile, as warm as they could possibly manage.
"Hello. You must be here on behalf of Derekson?"
