Monday came and went in a flash as Mark worked with everyone on the second instalment's script. Since the first movie was still being made, they had a long time to make this script, and the group decided to take their time with it. They slowly discussed and came up with an optimal plot which would suit the audience the movie was targeting; young adults and teenagers.

It had been a week since they began work, and only a brief understanding of important events they wanted to happen in the movie had been completed. Still, unlike the rushed first movie, this one had better world-building; or in this case, galaxy building, and a more action-packed plot.

Considering a large portion of important characters were already introduced, they did not need to bother showing them to the audience, and instead could get right to the juicy bits that they audiences loved. This was why action movies were popular with almost the entire demographic, small and easy to understand introductions taking up barely a minute or two, clear good and bad guys, few main characters and a simple plot, filled with lots of action.

Based on their current work, the movie would likely be more successful than the first movie, just based on the quality of the script... if it ever got made.

...

Returning home, Mark's routine was interrupted in the middle of removing his notebook by a knocking on his door. Opening it, Mark saw the same Ms. Gabriel he had met the previous day. this time, she was wearing a skin-tight white dress that only barely reached halfway down her thighs.

Unexpectedly, she just handed him a book and turned around.

"It'll help you with learn how to cook. Since you don't have a kitchen in this apartment, if you can learn everything inside the book, I'll allow you to use my kitchen. It's at the penthouse. I'll even allow you to use the ingredients I have, but any food you make, you will have to make to me as well," she said as her hips swayed with each step in her high-heels.

'A party dress on a Monday night... an odd lifestyle for someone who appears to be working everyday despite owning this entire apartment complex and earning a sufficient sum from rent,' Mark thanked her before closing the door and turning his attention to the clealy newly purchased cook-book.

"It even has the price-tag. She is clearly interested in you. thought she is divorced, she is not much older than you. I approve!" His father gave Mark a thumbs-up before being comically shoved into the ground and out of view.

"Be careful about women like her. If you can fix her bad habits... whatever they may be... she can be a good wife and life-partner. If not, she can be an unstoppable tornado that will tear your life apart!" His mother huffed after folding her hands.

"Still... she is really hot!" His father's muffled voice came through the floor below where his mother had buried him.

Mark ignored the comedy sketch and turned his attention to the notebook, "A few days of reading this book should not put me too far behind schedule."

And with that, he began reading the cookbook.

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"Mark Whitehall speaking," Mark picked up the phone that had been ringing for the few seconds he took to put the bookmark in the cookbook and close it and cross the room to pick it up.

"Yo! Guess who?"

"How would I kn-"

"GUESS!!!!"

"Ed..."

"May n*gga! I know you would recognise me! I'm simply too unique!"

"...That is actually true... though not in as flattering of a way you imagine it to be..."

"Potato-tomato! Look at the bigger picture!"

"And that would be?"

"You friendly resident superstar!"

"Oh? Is he on the call with us?"

"..."

"..."

"Listen here- you know what? Forget it. I called to inform you that I just got my second role! It's nothing great, another supporting role. But this time, its in a proper B grade movie with a budget of $2 million!"

"Budget does not determine success. And $2 million is a really small amount."

"Let me have something..."

"How much are you being paid for your role?" Mark ignored Eddie's plea and instead asked a different question.

"$30,000."

"How long is your shooting?"

"1 month, plus reshoots..."

"You are being scammed... you know that?"

"B- But, I get 25 lines!"

"Then you are being scammed even more. But the exposure will be useful for your career."

"Exactly! Imma be a superstar before you even get the permanent job!"

"..."

"It is true... you have yet to be promoted to Junior Scriptwriter from your original position of intern. Still an intern," his father's voice rang from behind him.

"But my pay has increased. Doubling from what it was before. Life has become a lot easier now," Mark rebutted, partly to his father's ghost and partly to Eddie.

"Sure sure. I still earn more in 1 movie that you do in half a year. And that is after the increase."

"Anyways, I wish you good luck."

"Hah! I got so much luck, rabbits are after my feet!"

"... says the man who had three pigeons sh*t on him in a single day in different locations~"

"...Nonsense! Nothing like that ever happened. You got no proof n*gga!"

"Ohhhh~ On the contrary..."

"I gotta go, bye!"

*Beep*

The phone was cut, and Mark grinned, and only realised moments later he was grinning as he put the phone down, while using his other hand to touch the smile in his face.

'Satisfaction, hilarity, and... jealousy?' Mark felt the emotions he was experiencing like an experienced wine-taster would test the quality of rare wine.

*Trrrring*

The phone rang again, and Mark picked it up, still a enjoying the emotions he was feeling as an after-effect of his sister's ghost appearing.

"Mark Whitehall speaking."

"Mark! It's me. We have to meet immediately!"

"Who?"

"Christopher! Remember me? You gave me the script to find a producer or the funds for?"

"Ah..."