The success of The Sixth Sense solidified Quincy's reputation not just as a musical prodigy but as a serious actor. The attention he received from Hollywood insiders, directors, and producers was exactly what he had anticipated. Still, Quincy knew his journey in film was only beginning. His ambitions stretched far beyond acting—he wanted to build an empire in the film industry, one that would rival the major studios.
The early 2000s were ripe for disruption. Quincy had the advantage of future knowledge, and he planned to exploit it to its fullest. But before he could start his production company, he needed to gather key allies and talent. He wasn't about to make the same mistakes others had—his empire would be rooted in loyalty and vision, much like the Valentini crime family had been in his past life.
Quincy sat in his home office at Neverland, surrounded by notes, blueprints, and projections. His father's estate was grand, but Quincy saw beyond the luxury—this was a launchpad for something far greater. His thoughts were focused on one thing: building Atlas Studios, his future production company.
He had been slowly accumulating the capital needed through Atlas Investments, making timely stock purchases in Apple, Google, and Amazon, companies he knew would become juggernauts in the years to come. But the real power behind his film empire would come from relationships—powerful ones.
Quincy's next move was a quiet meeting with Steven Spielberg. He admired Spielberg's ability to tell stories that transcended genres, and more importantly, Quincy knew that Spielberg had the influence to open doors that even his current fame couldn't unlock. The meeting was arranged under the guise of Quincy seeking advice as a young actor eager to learn from the best.
They met at a quiet café in Los Angeles, far from the paparazzi and prying eyes. Spielberg, curious about the young star's ambitions, agreed to the meeting.
"I'm impressed by your performance in The Sixth Sense," Spielberg said as they sat down. "You have a natural talent for acting. But I hear you have bigger plans than just being in front of the camera."
Quincy nodded, sipping his tea calmly. "I love acting, but I've always been more interested in creating something lasting. I want to build a studio—one that will redefine the way films are made."
Spielberg raised an eyebrow. "A studio? That's quite an ambition for someone your age."
"I'm not afraid of ambition," Quincy replied smoothly, his voice steady and confident. "I know the industry is changing. I have ideas for films, but more importantly, I have the vision for where entertainment is going. Streaming, digital platforms, global audiences. The old models are fading, and there's a gap that I plan to fill."
Spielberg leaned forward, intrigued. "You've thought this through."
"I have," Quincy said. "But I'm not asking for charity or easy breaks. I'm asking for guidance. I respect what you've built, and I know I have a lot to learn. I want to do it right."
The sincerity in Quincy's voice was disarming. Spielberg had met countless young actors with dreams of grandeur, but there was something different about this boy—his maturity, his calm confidence. Spielberg could see that Quincy wasn't chasing a fantasy. He was laying out a calculated plan.
"I'll tell you what," Spielberg said after a pause. "I'll help you. But you have to be ready for the grind. Building something like what you're envisioning takes more than talent—it takes relentless drive, and it's not going to happen overnight."
Quincy smiled, his emerald eyes gleaming with the knowledge that he was already years ahead in his thinking. "I'm ready for whatever it takes."
Quincy's conversation with Spielberg was just the beginning. Word of his ambitions began to circulate through Hollywood, and soon, other major players took notice. His charm, his proven talent, and his forward-thinking approach garnered the interest of directors and producers who saw in him the future of the industry.
But Quincy wasn't just relying on Hollywood. He had other plans. The tech industry was booming, and he intended to leverage that growth to his advantage. Streaming was the future—he had seen it first-hand in his previous life. He knew that platforms like Netflix, Hulu, and later Disney+ would revolutionize how people consumed content. Quincy's goal was to position Atlas Studios at the forefront of that revolution.
With his investment in Instagram progressing, Quincy had the perfect platform to merge technology and entertainment. He envisioned a time when his films could be promoted directly to audiences through social media, bypassing traditional marketing models and engaging fans in ways the industry had yet to explore.
By the time Quincy turned ten, he officially launched Atlas Studios, with his mother, Lisa Marie Presley, once again serving as the front for the company until he came of age. It wasn't a grand affair—Quincy was deliberate in keeping the early stages of his studio quiet. He didn't need fanfare; he needed control.
His first film project would be crucial. It needed to be a hit, something that would grab attention but also show the industry that Atlas Studios was serious. Quincy looked through his mental catalogue of future films, eventually settling on The Departed. He knew it would be a critical and commercial success, and he wanted to secure a deal that would put Atlas Studios on the map.
Quincy reached out to Martin Scorsese, a director whose work he admired deeply. This meeting was trickier—Scorsese wasn't as approachable as Spielberg, and he wasn't known for entertaining child stars. But Quincy was persistent. He had his agent arrange the meeting, framing it as an opportunity to discuss ideas for a film collaboration. Quincy's strategy was simple: show Scorsese that he wasn't just a kid—he was an equal in the creative process.
The meeting took place at a private office in Manhattan. Scorsese, always cautious, sat down with Quincy out of curiosity more than anything else. He had heard about the young actor's recent success and growing reputation in Hollywood, but he was sceptical.
"I hear you want to talk about films," Scorsese said, his voice gravelly but attentive.
Quincy nodded, not missing a beat. "I know you're working on The Departed, and I'd like Atlas Studios to be part of it."
Scorsese raised an eyebrow. "You know about The Departed? That's a pretty niche project for someone your age."
Quincy smiled. "I do my research. I know it's based on Infernal Affairs, and I know it has the potential to be a classic."
Scorsese leaned back, studying the boy in front of him. "Why should I let you and your studio be part of this?"
Quincy didn't hesitate. "Because I'm going to bring something different to the table. I can offer resources that no one else can—connections, platforms, future-thinking. I understand where the industry is going, and The Departed can be part of that shift."
For the first time in the conversation, Scorsese seemed intrigued. "Go on."
Quincy leaned forward. "I can guarantee The Departed won't just be another mob movie. It'll be a cultural shift. I'll use Atlas Studios to market it through emerging digital platforms, connect it with audiences who don't traditionally go to theatres, and make it something people talk about for decades."
Scorsese stared at Quincy for a long moment before finally nodding. "Alright, kid. Let's see what you've got."
With The Departed in development under Atlas Studios, Quincy knew the momentum was building. He was slowly but surely positioning himself not just as a star in front of the camera but as a powerhouse behind it. Hollywood was his, but this was only the beginning.
Next on his agenda: using Atlas Studios to develop streaming platforms before they became the industry standard.
Quincy smiled to himself as he left the meeting. The future was his for the taking, and nothing—no one—could stand in his way.