Kirk

Sullivan didn't make the old enemy wait for any further and moved to meet him. Alexander was the little lackey by the side to oversee what was about to happen.

The boy didn't have the gossip spirit that women have, he was just curious about the secret machinations that were happening during this premiere and how the old man was linked to them.

AD 1 Edward Williams that has now upgraded himself into Run Lola Run director didn't dare meddle in the higher-level affairs. His sentiment was shared by the crew and cast.

Young Damon was sweating from the confrontation of big shots while Kidman had to reign her innate gossip spirit.

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"Hello, Mr. Douglas." Sullivan started things off with the niceties, hiding the grudges they had.

"Hello to as well, Mr. Creed." Kirk was finally free from waving and couldn't help but look towards the young one together with them. "I see you brought the youngling along in an R-rated movie and in this conversation."

Old Sullivan just brushed it off. "It isn't completely restricted to children, so I had to bring my grandson along. Besides, he is a producer and writer for the movie. Also, if it weren't for interventions from certain people, it might have been a PG-13."

Kirk didn't refute much of the man's rhetoric and greeted the tag-along. "I must say you surprised the whole world, little guy! Even I am envious of a nearly half-billion-dollar movie for a debut. Also, now that your grandpa mentioned it, a young producer and screenwriter are also shocking."

Alexander had to summon his acting chops and bashfully hid behind his grandfather. He was even more precocious and scheming than Kevin but that didn't mean that the competition needed to know it. Even the little conversation near the production crew that he had with his grandfather earlier was a controlled one.

Kirk smiled at the little boy's display. Inwardly, he sneered at Sullivan's misuse of privilege and being too fake. Touting a stupid boy like this one in front of him as a producer and screenwriter is clearly a publicity stunt.

No one in their right mind would believe that a boy can write and produce movies. Even the competitor executives scoffed whenever they saw those glaring lines.

Produced by Sullivan and Alexander Creed.

Written by Alexander and Sullivan Creed.

It may fool the ignorant masses but not hawk-like movie insiders.

"Mr. Creed. Take this as a tip from an industry senior like me. If you want to use your ignorant grandson's popularity to propel every new movie of yours, then don't" Elder Kirk offered his wise words to old Sullivan. "I guarantee you that no one even notices those names listed on the producer and screenwriter list. Your publicity stunts need a lot of work"

"That's true." Sullivan didn't deny the truth about the producer and writer's popularity. Granted that screenwriters are the bottom heap of Hollywood, even the producers who truly control and make money from movies aren't as established compared to actors and directors. "However, whether listing my grandson's name under those things is just a publicity stunt, then only time will tell."

Kirk sneered at their show.

Hidden from his view, Alexander was smirking. He wanted to know how many faces would be slapped if they knew that he was really the ideal man behind the movies.

"By the way, Mr. Douglas. I hope that you didn't just call for us to give out this advice. There must be something that you wanted to smugly say to my face for you to be here." Sullivan didn't tit his tat much and went for it.

"I mostly want to congratulate you!" Kirk went on saying his mind and the irritated look on his face were clear. "You jumped to being a boss of a film company while I'm stuck being just some well-known actor. You must be happy and gloating, right?! You practically overpowered my influence in one full blow."

"Not really." Sullivan was indifferent to the older man's aggression. "I'm looking ahead and don't care much for the negligible bugs that once bit me."

Being considered a bug was not on anyone's wishlist, so old Kirk Douglas fumed. "Your quite the smug one now, are you? But I'll wipe that out with the fact that I can still lord over you, you exported Brit!"

"Oh!" Sullivan was really enjoying this exchange. "How so? It can't be that you're worth a billion dollars and own a money-making film company that is better than mine!"

"I don't have those but I have something that you will want." Old Douglas's irritation morphed into smugness as he said that.

"What is that?" Old Creed was getting curious at this decrepit guy's source of confidence.

"It is simply the awards!" Kirk Douglas was now grinning creepily. "No matter how hard you try and no matter how much money you burn, my jury friends and Oscar connections won't let you have one. I'd even be nice and give you some nominations once in a while but that's it. In the end, every movie you produce won't have the glory it deserves."

Sullivan slowly descended into silence and Alexander, who was bashfully hiding behind, could not help but look at the old relic.

"Haha! You're not smug now, are you?" Kirk laughed uproariously. "This one you consider as a bug can now treat you as a bug!"

The Creeds were still silent until...

"Pfft!" Sullivan couldn't hold it any longer and laughed uncontrollably. "Ha-ha! That's the thing your smug about, Mr. Douglas!"

Even Alexander who was supposed to be an innocent and scared bystander had unknowingly smirked at this relic of Kirk's clown show.

"Do you really think we care about awards or the Oscars? My son is late son is named Oscar but I don't care for some cheap trophy that has the same name as him." The old Creed was really having the time of his life at this conversation. "Haha! An insignificant bug will always be an insignificant bug."

Old Kirk Douglas' smug look was frozen in place at the unexpected retort. His wrinkly face defied rules for a moment as his pride was unwittingly slapped.