Distortion-2 (Rewritten)

Harry: Hey Carl? Get some expensive bottles of wine. I will go and greet my neighbors.

Harry had just shifted to a big mansion in Beverly Hills. The view of Los Angeles was nice from here.

Carl gave Harry three bottles of Screaming Eagle Cabernet, each one costing half a million dollars.

Harry: While I go and meet my neighbors, you hire some trustworthy housekeepers, drivers, gardeners and chefs. Oh, and also call Williamson. His three week deadline is over.

Carl who was carrying Harry's belongings to the bedroom on the third floor, sighed and nodded. Why wasn't the moving company hired for this? Why we're he and Harry the ones moving the stuff to the house?

Leaving the house, Harry went to the mansion closest to him which was a short fifteen second walk from his house.

There was no security which surprised Harry. Where are all the reporters? Where are the trash diggers? Don't they feel threatened?

But that was not Harry's concern. His concern was limited to knocking on the huge door and waiting for someone to answer them.

After waiting for a few moments, the door opened. A woman, a tall blonde sexy woman stood in front of Harry after opening the door.

The woman was thicc in all the right places and was currently wearing a blouse and jeans.

Harry thought that he had seen the woman somewhere. Then it came to him.

Nicole Kidman, or Nicole Cruise currently. If she's here then it means..... It's Tom Cruise's home.

Nicole: Yes?

Harry: Oh! I am Harry Jackson. I just moved in the house front of you.

Nicole: Harry Jackson? As in the son of the now dead boss of Jackson Comcast?

Well, that was one way to recognize a person.

Harry: Yes, but that was nine months ago.

Nicole: Oh, I am sorry for your loss. I had met him at one of Jackson Studio's banquets. He was a nice person.

Harry: Thank you. Anyway, here are my greeting gifts, one for your husband too.

Nicole: Oh, I can't accept such expensive gifts.

Harry: Please I insist.

Nicole releculantly accepted the two bottles of wine.

Nicole: Please, come inside. I will prepare some tea or coffee.

Harry: No need. I just wanted to know my neighbors a little bit. Now I know who lives next to me so I will take my leave now.

Nicole: You must come inside for a chat next time.

Harry: Definitely.

With that, Harry bidded good bye to Nicole Cruise Kidman. From the future he knows, she will not have a good time in the future.

Two years later, she will divorce Tom Cruise and then, whatever film offers she was getting due to her husband's influence would also stop. Slowly, her filmography would be limited to B rated movies.

Harry felt pity for her. Nothing he can do to change that.

Definitely nothing.

Harry looked at the time on his Rolex diamond watch, he found that it was almost time for him to start the production on his new film. So he abandoned the idea of meeting his neighbors and headed for his mansion.

When he entered the mansion, he found Williamson sitting on the sofa. When Williamson saw him, he immediately stood up and approached Harry with the script in his hand.

Williamson looked tired. Dark bags under his eyes, hair disheveled, clothes wrinkly, and body smelly. Poor guy worked day and night to complete the work in the given deadline.

Harry looked at the finished script for Distortion. It was not that big.

Williamson looked at Harry expectanly. After Harry finished reading the script, he gave Williamson the remaining wine bottle.

Harry: Congratulations are in order, William. This is a gift from me. Carl will transfer the rest of the money later.

Williamson: Thank you sir. But I have one question sir.

Harry: What is it?

Williamson: I want to participate in the filming.

Harry who was flipping through the project plan looked at Williamson with a scrutinizing look. Williamson took a step back when he saw the look Harry was giving him.

Did he ask too much?

Harry: Okay. Just ask Carl for official contract.

Williamson: Thank you sir.