Chapter 189 - 3

So Marek Marczak was surprised when, late in the afternoon, he received a phone call from the producer of Nowa Wizja informing him that Mężyński will get the main role in the series.

"You're right" added Krzysztof Wrona "when you look at your boy for longer, you see his own quality in him. He's still terribly inexperienced, but that's exactly why he'll be perfect for this series."

So Marek did not lose his sense after all. He could doubt himself for a moment, but the truth was that he felt the stars instinctively and could lead them to the top.

Mężyński, whom he called almost immediately, was overjoyed. He was like a little child. How little it takes to make some people happy. Indeed, they just need a lead role in a silly series without ambition and prospects.

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Marczak did not like funerals and he did not even go to those in his family, let alone some complete stranger. Not that he was getting sad with them or starting to think about death. Marczak was bored to death by funerals. Just like that. There was no philosophy in it.

This time, however, Marek was seriously considering going to the funeral. Not to show respect for the deceased or his family, but to find out that the deceased is indeed deceased.

Marczak was not one of those people who forgive easily. He did not tolerate anyone robbing him or destroying his property. He also hated the uninvited entry into its territory. And he definitely couldn't get over the fact that someone had hurt a person close to his heart.

If it were his decision, anyone who dared to get in his way or to commit one of these unforgivable acts should be destroyed. Marek had the means to do so.

Today, a last farewell was said to a young screenwriter and director in one very promising artist who died by suicide. Only a few people in the world knew his death reasons, and Marek, being one of them, regretted not his death, but the fact that she had been too quick. In addition, Maciej Werner, unhappy in the eyes of the media, left behind a pile of lies and slander directed at a man whom he had already unforgivably hurt. A pig has always been a pig, even after death.

Marczak had the worst feelings towards him and even his death did not manage to change that. Now he would never pay him back for the harm he had done to Dominik. It was frustrating, but the fact remained the same. Marek will not be able to take revenge on him.

The only reason he hadn't done it before was because of Dominik himself. The actor, a victim of Werner's sick mind and his perverted fantasies, tried to forgive the torturer at all costs and firmly rejected the thought of bringing him to justice. Since he had the greatest right to make this decision, Marczak and Nowicki had to submit to his good, forgiving heart. Śliwiński struggled with successive blows in the form of shameful slander, but something good also resulted from it all - Marek approached Andrzej, with whom he shared his fear for the actor, and Śliwiński himself, who, forgiving Werner's crimes, had to forgive Marek.

Today will be a particularly difficult day for Dominik, thought Marczak. The actor was very affected by this suicide death. She was by no means his fault, as he was, he was the only victim of the whole story, but Dominik's sensitivity, perhaps a little too great, made the young man feel unnecessary remorse. Marek decided that from two places - the cemetery or the Śliwiński house, he should be in the latter to provide support to the actor, unfortunately he has already lost this privilege. His presence would not leave Dominik alone, on the contrary, it would make Dominik even more nervous. After all, Marczak treated him only a little better than Werner.

Dominik had Andrzej and the manager had to admit painfully that in this situation Nowicki was better suited as a comforter.

Marczak gritted his teeth angrily. They were a goddamn match for these two! He hated the thought of how beautiful and loving they were a couple. Their teamwork and the love emanating from them, the happiness of being together, made Marek clearly see the emptiness of his own existence. He envied them. He was furious that he was unable to possess something as valuable. He realized, however, that there was no one to blame for this state of affairs but himself. It was he who spoiled everything that was between him and Dominik.

Ultimately, he decided not to attend the funeral. If he did, the media would wonder why? Marczak had no business or private relations with Werner. They only knew each other by names and reputations. Instead, he went to his office to sift through the portfolios that were sent in large numbers to his agencies. There was always a chance that a face would appear that augured a brilliant career.

That day, however, he was not lucky. Dozens of applications were submitted to them daily, unfortunately, on average, one per month attracted his attention. The vast majority were disappointingly common. The smileys in these photos were pretty, but that didn't make them stand out from the crowd and Marek forgot them immediately after putting the photo away. Occasionally, he stopped his eyes on one of them for longer, and even more rarely, he would want to return to one of them. Beauty alone is not enough. You had to be either dazzling or intriguing. Marczak was not looking for a pretty or even beautiful face. He needed a face to miss.

Undoubtedly, that's what Dominik had - a combination of masculinity with subtle feminine delicacy. An explosive mix of innocence and sex appeal. Andrzej also had very intriguing, attractive features - definitely masculine and regular, and his face showed steadfastness and protectiveness. Even without acting talent, this guy would sell like hot cakes.

Except people like these two didn't come across often. No, not because there weren't many beautiful and endearing people in the world. For some reason, these people preferred to remain in the shadows and did not want the covers of magazines or agencies. You had to look for them and convince them to decide to enter show business. Their faces did not yet know the actor's smiles and facial expressions, which is why they were so beautiful, free from studied artificiality.

This day did not bring Mark any new gem. He didn't feel disappointed because he had no expectations anyway. He felt like having a drink, however, and headed out into town on one.

He had a few bars that he liked to visit. He did not do it compulsively, or even on a regular basis. He didn't drink every day and he never got drunk so as not to lose control of himself and the situation, but in interesting bars you can meet interesting people with whom the time spent can be extremely pleasant.

Marek did not look for the company, but if someone caught his eye, he did not rule out taking this person home.

He slept with both men and women. It used to make no difference to him, but lately he has preferred men. He thought about it and concluded that there was something extremely perverse about dominating another guy, forcing him into submission and behavior that was so rarely actually their nature.

Although, who knows, if there was actually anything so peculiar about it. From ancient Greece to distant Asia, there have been thousands of examples of relationships between men. Once information about them buried deep underground, today they are more and more often exposed to the light of day. Even in the cinema, one could meet more and more sympathetic representatives of male and female homosexuality. Pleasure has always been a pleasure, as long as one has been self-aware enough to admit to his own desires and not hide behind the rules imposed by someone else. Marek himself, although he had a decidedly dominant personality, would agree to adopt a passive attitude for one particular man.

After all, there were people worthy of every sin.

These thoughts made him feel excited. He knew there was no chance with Andrzej, but did it ever stop him from enjoying himself?

He looked around the bar looking for someone interesting and in surprise he stopped his eyes on the blond sitting at the counter. His silhouette, hairstyle, and even posture seemed familiar to him, but he would never say that he would meet this man here who had not nursed his drink very carefully.

There were a few vacancies at the bar, but Marek chose it with the blonde. He sat down and looked at his neighbor.

"Tough day?" he asked.

The blonde looked up at him, light brown eyes drenched with alcohol. He watched him for a moment, then hung his head. He looked as if he had lost all will to live.