Chapter 58 Cicero

"Cicero." Julien greeted with concealed relief, letting the great phenomenal man into his house.

Cicero flung the script in his face.

"Still needs a lot of work." He grunted, his eyes moving distastefully around the home.

Julien smiled nevertheless. Cicero would never visit just to tell him his script needed extra attention.

"You like it?" He asked as they moved further into the home.

"It's unfinished." Cicero snapped, sitting carefully on a beige coloured couch, "how dare you send me an unfinished script?"

Cicero's already aging face was twisted in a menacing intimidating frown. Julien scratched his head, sitting across from him, feeling slightly intimidated.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted you to see a bit of it and decide if you want to be involved."

Cicero glared at him then snorted, rising.

"When you have the complete script, call me."

"What? Wait." Julien quickly rose and followed after the man who was almost at the door. What quick steps.

"The script can't be finished anytime soon."