“I would. I did.” Arthur stood up, walking to the window. “Pros Entertainment is merging with GlobalStream in forty-eight hours. Your little exposé would tank the stock price. And I won’t let that happen. Not when we’re so close to a ten-billion-dollar exit.”
Arthur froze.
Maya looked at Leo on the screen. Her brother wouldn’t meet her eyes. He just stared at his shoes, defeated.
Arthur’s smile didn’t waver. He pressed a button on his desk. The wall screen flickered to life, showing a live feed from a sleek editing bay. Family Always Comes First 14 -Porn Pros- -2024-...
Tonight, his daughter, Maya, stood across from him. She wasn’t the child he’d paraded on The Pros Junior Show twenty years ago. She was a razor-sharp documentary filmmaker, and she held a hard drive containing the rough cut of Bloodlines , her exposé on how Pros Entertainment manufactured trauma for profit.
Leo was the company’s head of post-production. He was the quiet one, the loyal one, the one who had always put "Family First" by fixing his father’s messes. But now, Leo was crying. Around him, three lawyers in dark suits stood holding envelopes.
The wall screen flickered again. This time, it wasn’t the editing bay. It was a live broadcast on CNBC. The chyron read: PROS CEO CAUGHT ADMITTING RATINGS FRAUD AND FAMILY EXPLOITATION. “I would
She looked back at the motto carved in wood.
Pros Entertainment & Media Content – Where the story puts family first.
“Leo didn’t sign away the footage,” Maya continued. “The lawyers were fakes. Actors. Cost me three grand. And while you were monologuing about your billion-dollar merger, Leo was streaming our conversation to every media outlet in the country.” Your little exposé would tank the stock price
She left.
A ruthless media mogul, who built an empire exploiting family drama for ratings, must choose between a billion-dollar merger and the daughter who is about to expose his biggest secret.
“Here’s the situation,” Arthur said, folding his hands. “Leo just signed a non-disparagement clause. He also just signed a document that transfers ownership of your raw footage to me. Every clip you shot, Maya? It’s mine now. You don’t have a film. You have a hard drive full of home movies.”
She tapped her phone.
“I already have a buyer, Dad,” Maya replied. “Netflix. Forty million. They love the footage of you telling those twins to fight over the inheritance on camera.”