Andy sat in the FTLH lobby, Bill filming a short shot of his owner before hovering down towards him, awaiting the next filming commands he was bound to get given out. Angela, the attractive voice that answered Andy's call, turned out to be just as alluring as her voice made her out to be, and Andy found himself constantly needing to mentally slap himself to stop staring. 

Instead of being a creep, he thought of how he was to edit the interview he was about to have with whoever it was that was interviewing him. He didn't want a scene where he talks about needing funding for the film, did he? But before he dwelt on the problem for too long, he came up with a solution. Editing programs had improved so much so, that all one really needed was a bit of footage. With that footage, he could do with whatever he wanted, for example: completely change what the actors were doing or saying. Problem solved.

Angela then spoke up.

"Matheson will see you know. He'll meet you at Audience Room C.[i]Good luck[/i]."

Whether the "good luck" was meant to be encouraging or not, Andy didn't know. He hoped it was the former as he searched the building for Audience Room C, as Angela did not give him directions, not even after he asked for them. Eventually, he found it, straightening his outfit and commanding Bill to film before walking into the room. What he saw was less than cosy... It was furnished by only a small circular table, two seats sitting opposite each other, one occupied by the man called Matheson. He was a tall man, bulky, but whether the bulk was from muscle or fat Andy didn't know.

"Andy Hughes?" Matheson asked, though he already knew the answer.

"Yes, Mr. Matheson. Thank you for agreeing to see me."

"Oh, just Matheson is fine. And not a problem. Here at FTL we make it a top priority to make sure the Improvement Fund is available for all who may need it." 

Something was off. The pleasant nature of Matheson's voice... it didn't seem real. But then again, almost any corporate businessman was bound to have that sort of falsity to his voice. It came in the job description.

"Now, Mr. Hughes, I'm going to ask you some questions about your project. What is it, exactly?"

"Well, my project could be described as a film, but I'd like to think of it as more than just that. When I was a kid, I loved, and still love, action, thriller and martial arts movies. I thrived on them, I guess. But they always lacked something. Either depth to the story, or to the characters, or, heck, the location. It's my aim to take the best of all these genres, and infuse them with real life. Life can provide the best stories: ones without plotholes, with plenty of character development. It can, and does, provide us with the most interesting characters; no one's boring. Y'see, Matheson, I want to make the best thraction-arts movie ever," Andy explained, uttering words he memorised as he made his way to the 112th Floor.

"I see. And why is it that the Forward Thinking Leaders Collective should give you the funding you need?"

"Uh, well... It won't just entertain the general public, but it'll educate them too. I mean, I hope to shed some light on how bad things are here in Metro-Tokyo. I want people to see how corrupt the MetPo are, and how crime's thriving at the moment. I guess the movie'll be a sort of [i]Idiot's Guide to Metro-Tokyo[/i]."

"I'm not sure that this meets the criteria for an Improvement Fund candida-"

"Product placement. Lots and lots of product placement," blurted Andy, desperate to convince the man to give him the funding.

"Mr. Hughes, I don't think you read the terms and conditions for the Fund-"

"With all due respect, Matheson, no one reads the terms and conditions. Ever. And there were no terms and conditions on your ad, so... I can't really be the one to blame, Mr. Matheson. Sir."

A sigh of frustration escaped the interviewer's mouth. This insolent boy kept cutting him off, after all. Why were kids so bratty these days?

"Mr. Hughes, I'm afraid that your argument, quite frankly, is invalid. I can't say that I'm sorry, but your film does not meet the requirements of the Improvement Fund. It needs to be able to improve the lives of those who watch it, not just hopefully make a small impact and get you a contract in Metrollywood. It has not been a pleasure-"

"Oh, but Matheson, I don't want a contract in Metrollywood. I want to win a DiCaprio! A Metroscar! As far as I'm concerned, Metrollywood can just attempt at remaking my movie in twenty years time. And, uh, Matheson?"

"What is it, Mr. Hughes?"

"Where's Mr. Anders' office?"

"Down the hallway and up a flight of stairs. It can't be missed. Why?"

"Because you're a dick, and I want to talk to Mr. Anders now. Buh-bye."

And it was then that Andy and Bill left a bewildered Matheson sitting in Audience Room C, thinking in fear what Anders will do to him for letting a rejected client walk right into his office. Andy was steeling himself in anticipation for Mr. Anders' reaction, hoping that he at least won't be killed long enough for him to argue his case. When he reached the office, he knocked on Mr. Anders' door, opening it, not waiting for an answer. Grant Anders' reaction? Well...