I would like to thank Emily Thayer. Emily wrote and edited the first chapter of A Man of the World based on my online, feedback and notes.
A Man of the World is inspired by
MiamiLyfe
's
Lucky Bastard
's story.
All the characters are 18 years old, and all celebrities are fictional version of themselves.
Studio Office -- Visual Effects Department
9/18/2017, 05:30PM
Arthur Umberdragon is pretty sure his eyes have glazed over by now, as the minutes tick away and he is still stuck looking over the same three minutes of footage he had started the day with. The movie that he has been assigned to, the first project he was put on after being hired over a month ago, has a notoriously strict director. Post-production was going to be a crawl, and that meant the whole thing was likely going to run up against its holiday deadline later in the year, even though that was still three months away. But Arthur is glad, not because he was 'finally' in Hollywood, he did not believe in that particular brand of nonsense, but that he has landed a job just after getting his degree. With this and his comfortable inheritance, the home that he lived in, Arthur was looking forward to keeping his life on the up and up.
Shaking himself out of his daze, Arthur checks the time, going through the program on his system to clock out for the day, which flashed a reminder of the hours that he had worked this week, a perfect eight hours after his extended lunch. None of this fully matters, as he had been brought on a salaried employee, but he knows this type of job was always going to require him to be right here at this desk for an extended length of time. He can at least think about sprucing it up with a decoration or two, though family pictures remain out of the question.
Grabbing his jacket and slipping it over his shoulders, Arthur steps out to bear the cool spring air of Hollywood again, remembering when he was still a child, still young enough, he could have believed in the gilded perception of this place, like it could do no wrong. It was never an idea that he held as a teenager, not after what his father taught him, but how anyone who had been here could still believe in it was beyond him. Now, Arthur was convinced that he was the last bastion of sensibility, the last person in the city who would not let the corruption of Hollywood burrow its way into him.
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me. Not today..." Arthur's peaceful walk back to his vehicle is interrupted as he comes across a young-looking woman staring at her phone, though with that sort of description here he knows the woman could be anywhere from eighteen to thirty-five. She has long, straight black hair, and deep brown eyes with a soft, elongated jaw that does catch Arthur's attention for a moment before he straightens himself out and stops, seeing that there is almost no one else around to help on the sidewalk.
"What's going on, can I help you?" Arthur asks, stepping to the side of the path.
"No," She starts, reflexively answering without considering it, until she stops for a second, picking her head up while still facing forward, still not looking at him, "Maybe you can. I just need a ride quick, over to Sunset."
Arthur cannot quite place if she was talking about the street or a specific place that he did not know about, but he knows he is headed in that direction. He initially thinks better than to try to invite her into his car with a stranger, but at the same time, she could always decline, and he would be on his way, no harm done.
"I could call an Uber for you?" he offers, casually seeing the app open on her phone.
"Tried that, they are saying it will be thirty minutes. I am so tempted to just cancel it."
"Well, I could give you a ride," Arthur points a thumb toward the parking garage around the corner, the one he always went to as it was so close to the office.
"Perfect," she replies, grinning and tucking her phone away in a purse held underneath her arm with a light jacket wedged in there as well. After stepping onto the sidewalk again, Arthur takes in the short black cocktail dress that she was in. It was classy, hiding the straps of her bra, if the one she was in had them. He did not let his eyes linger, turning away from the street as they started moving.
"It is nice to meet you. I'm Victoria," she says, picking up her chin as they walk toward the parking garage, turning the corner just then.
"I am Arthur, it nice to meet you too."
"Justice, Victoria Justice?" she clarifies, taking the chance to look over Arthur, who was dressed in a typical business casual type of suit, with khakis, a button-down shirt, and a dark belt. Arthur brushes off the comment as he focuses on checking into the parking garage, finding his car in the first few rows. He always arrived early as he could to make sure he got a convenient spot for getting out later, though today, the rest of the lot was nearly empty. Victoria held her tongue, but her face was twisted with confusion over Arthur's seemingly dismissive attitude.
After they get on the road, with Victoria tapping away at her phone, likely keeping someone else in the loop as to where she was with her now being late to whatever event she was attending, Victoria looks up and notices Arthur's focus on the road ahead of them.