"Those son of bitches!" A man shouted as he stared at his screen. "How dare they!"
This man was Tristan Backwood. The man who Darius had replaced for his upcoming, making him unemployed.
"If only I were in Paris…ah, fuck. Why am I stuck here without any offers?"
Ever since Tristan had been replaced by Darius, his phone had stopped ringing with opportunities. There wasn't anyone calling him or trying to get him to participate in one of his movies. That's why Tristan was extremely frustrated with everything that was going on.
"Ugh, should I go to Paris and ruin their movie?" Tristan thought in the back of his mind.
"Paris?" A feminine voice muttered.
"Tsk, stop worrying about those things and keep sucking," Tristan ordered as he was in the process of getting a blow-job right now.
After all, Darius and Aurora hadn't lied in their interview. Tristan truly treated women as objects. However, who could stop him?