Kyle was ready for his meeting. He couldn't believe what Jones had done, but he was grateful because he couldn't have done this himself.
Kyle was aware of the effects this might have, whether this look worked or not but before Jones left, he told him something.
"The people you're going to meet aren't attempting to host a meeting but size you out, entertainment industry also means your fashion sense matters. Do not be intimidated and also don't be serious,"
This made perfect sense and Kyle knew that this philosophy was sound but it was time.
He had approximately $206,000,000 in his account, it was depleting at a rapid rate but he wasn't spending on frivolous things.
Everything he spent on was an investment, it wasn't just being spent on useless things.
Kyle hopped into his car, Jones had also helped with a perfume that he thought could help.
This was the moment of truth, night had fallen and Kyle tore through the streets of California City.
Kyle was feeling nervous, he knew that these people had a way of seeing if someone belonged to their social class or not.
It took a couple of minutes for him to arrive at his destination. He left his home 30 minutes early in case there was traffic but luckily, the road was clear.
He parked the car outside the location but he was surprised by what he saw, the name of the location had thrown him off so he assumed this was a normal hotel but to his utmost surprise, it was a nightclub.
The relief on Kyle's face was evident because he knew that Jones had saved his life.
Imagine wearing a suit to a nightclub.
The time for meeting now made sense as well and Kyle got a lot of stares because Kyle looked like someone that belonged on the big screen and they weren't sure if he was a celebrity or not.
Kyle was feeling like a god but he noticed that there was a bouncer at the door checking names.
He didn't know if he should just walk past him or stand in line like everyone else.
He didn't have much of a social status after all but the person he was meeting was supposedly important hence his dilemma.
"Mister Kyle?" A voice called out behind him, startling him.
Kyle jerked his head back to see a lady standing there but if she knew his name, then it had to be her.
No, she wasn't dressed like someone who held that sort of power nor did her presence command much authority.
"Hello there, do you sneak up on everyone?" Kyle responded but the woman didn't show much of a reaction to his joke except for a polite smile.
"Mr. Nakamura will see you," The lady responded, she had on high heels but even with that, she was standing at 5 '1. She was small but Kyle could tell she was originally from America because of her little accent.
He walked behind her and right past the bouncer, once again noticing the intimidating aura that his body exuded.
Kyle needed that sort of energy and this was why he planned to enroll into a gym as soon as the sun rose but that was his future him problem.
The present version of him had to nail this and the moment he stepped into the building, the smell hit him hard.
He expected a terrible smell to invade his nostrils but that wasn't the case, one would think he walked into an elegant parlay.
Kyle noticed that there was no music here either, no sound whatsoever.
Everyone on the dancefloor had headphones on, they were dancing to no music.
"What the...!" Kyle thought to himself, he heard about this as it helped with noise pollution but this took the old-school experience away from the scene. always on m|vl|e|mp|y|r
Everything had become so modernized but there was no need to change a working system.
However, it gave Kyle an idea but he noticed a Japanese man sitting in one of the V.I.P.
"Here you go sir," Someone said behind him, Kyle jerked his head but saw a short man handing him a pair of headphones.
Kyle declined, he had no interest in partying or partaking in the activity either.
He followed Yuki and before he knew it, he was in front of the Japanese man.
Kyle could instantly tell that this was a powerful man and knew he had to watch his tone.
The fact that no one else was in the V.I.P. section was because he had bought out the entire section which easily entered the hundreds of thousands.
Unlike Kyle who had a rebate system, this man's wealth was obtained from sweat and blood.
The fact that he was a foreigner further added to his accomplishment.
"Welcome Mister Kyle, shall we get to business?" The older man in his mid-fifties said.
He had white hair and his wrinkled face was a reminder that no one could escape the aging of time but who knows, maybe there was a system out there for immortality?
"Mister Nakamura, I hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long," Kyle said, sitting right across from him.
He wasn't going to treat him as a superior because he understood that he could change that by spending $100,000,000 on any girl in his harem.
"You did not but I must say, I was surprised when I heard a bankrupt agency was willing to cover a part of our movie to feature one of their actresses. I just had to meet the person responsible for such a bold move but it looks like I was sent...!" Nakamura was interrupted by his assistant before he could complete that sentence, whispering something into his ears.
"WHAT?!" Nakamura shouted before giving Kyle a second look and Kyle already knew what she told him.
"Hi, I'm Kyle and I'm the sole owner of JPD Agency,"