The gates of Europe held a special place in the world of animation. Billy breathed in the air of the Irish streets, a city slowly rebuilding itself. The faint opportunities for greater success seemed to linger.
He received a statement: all the shorts, the put options, everything had been settled entirely in his favor, and Billy's eyes narrowed at that small, ambivalent trace of success within the operation. Billy now held 35% of Toyota, and counting, while making the necessary adjustments to raise his stake to 41%, from what remained available to him.
That was when Billy understood that his investments in Lamborghini, Lotus, and Toyota now formed a triple badge of performance—each offering premium products, with Toyota as the most remarkable mid-range line for all consumers, known for durability, trust, and engineering. Lotus stood in a high-low segment, representing luxury, design, and endurance. To transplant those remarkable machines into their rightful place: a car fast, endearing in its own way, and built to last through everything it was.
–Thank you for receiving me. – Billy said, face to face with Ireland's finance team, where a new task was born out of a country's humble need for immediate recovery. Reforming canons and principles through capital, support, and the constant loss of opportunities that seemed to evaporate in seconds of success.
A grand parliament that now seemed reduced to an old room, carrying its own history, mediating truth.
–Gentlemen of Pixar, allow me to be completely direct: Ireland knows how to build lasting relationships with companies that reshape industries. And I want Pixar to be an example; it's well known that Mr. Carson is one of the most prolific businessmen in North America. – said a secretary who understood both the good and the bad kinds of mistakes.
–In fact, that's quite a compliment for anyone to hear. – Billy replied.
–Please, let's begin the meeting. – The Secretary of the Interior Minister reminded them, coordinating everything alongside the ministries of finance, trade, and property, gathered in a single effort shaped in the image of a state in dire need of investment—a constant flow of income that could bring true prosperity.
–Please. –
The discussions drifted back and forth from different angles; payment seemed to be based on the bare minimum of what was deserved.
–You're looking for a place in Europe that offers stability, talent, and a competitive tax environment. We want to offer you exactly that: a stable corporate tax rate of 12.5%, fast administrative processes, and full support in setting up your industrial operations here in the capital. Bring your machines, build your plants, create thousands of jobs… and together we'll shape an ecosystem that will position us as one of the most important animation hubs in Europe today. – continued the secretary, one of the most skilled players in the room.
–You persuade us with delicious words that seem to be everything Pixar wants to hear. – Billy replied.
–It's not only Pixar; we want a place in the heart of all your companies as well. Your recent moves in the automotive world have left a strong impression on the government.
–A very strong impression. – Billy answered.
–You are revolutionizing animation, just as your other companies have revolutionized computing. Companies like yours need a flexible environment, long-term predictability, and the freedom to grow without bureaucratic obstacles. – The secretary replied with poise.
–So those are the terms. – Billy asked.
–At this moment, Ireland can offer you: a clear, competitive, and stable tax framework, identical to the one that enabled Pixar's growth; incentives for installation, including infrastructure grants, equipment import benefits, and construction aid; accelerated approval processes, so you don't lose months in paperwork; young, highly skilled talent, especially in IT, digital design, and technology; direct governmental support, not only to establish yourselves, but to expand whenever you need. – The director replied.
–Put it in writing. I can bring this to my lawyers if it's true. – Billy responded, jotting down what he held up his sleeve. Just inches away, he had a clear list—one could almost say the meeting was leaning between an 8% and 10% margin of success, a victory in every sense.
–You are building the future of cinema. We want to be the country that builds that future with you. – he said carefully, knowing money would flow into Ireland when all these companies were just inches from taking the next step.
Ireland was just as expected. A cold place, battered by endless rains that helped stamp the earth's scent into people's nostrils.
–Who would want to do such work? – Monica said, lifting the traditional garments from the best shops, clothes with clean designs that breathed, green fabric full of tribal motifs, and high-quality wool that held a beautiful appeal.
–It's a brand people love. – Monica added, touching the clothes. Now she only wanted to shop. She had already spent twenty thousand pounds on high-quality pieces she'd use during winters or on tours through those Nordic countries.
Monica spent the entire day until she finally stopped at a beautiful, high-end hotel. Billy also planned to move their paradise to a giant castle hotel—two castles now rested in Billy's hands, each masterfully built. Billy knew they were different projects meant to live on through their very essence.
Upon arriving at the room, she saw Billy sipping a glass of iced chocolate that gave life and a sense of vivid fulfillment. Billy wanted to live in the countryside, she thought—he needed what they called time to unwind.
–Darling, I've been waiting for you for months. – Monica said, fully ready to see him; she was an intense woman who had needed affection for months.
To embrace, to embrace again and again.
–It seems you're acting like a cat again. – Bill replied, holding Monica tight.
–Very busy… three days of nonstop work in Paris, three more of pure work in Italy, and two in Ireland. – Monica answered. I don't feel you.
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When I started this fanfiction, my desire was to be a writer, and it still is. But I didn't know much about how to write, or even what to write about. At one point, the writing became completely monotonous and predictable. This was because writing requires a lot of work, and when you create a work of this length, you need even more. While I focused my life on working, my master's degree, and writing, it became so exhausting that I felt writing wasn't for me. I had to reduce my writing time for two or three weeks because of the fatigue from a year of nonstop writing.
Shortly after, I paused a couple of other fanfics, which I needed to use to clear my head. This turned out to be a good thing, because it allowed me to continue with this one.
On a positive note, I've been taking stock, and I realize I won't go over 1000 chapters with this fic. I'll write fewer, maybe a thousand, but I won't exceed 1000 chapters for obvious reasons. I want to finish my fanfiction phase, but I don't want to let you, the readers, down.
On Patreon, we're at chapter 813, and here at 711. I'll be posting twice a day from now on, during these weeks. Sometimes I'm too tired to even open my laptop and start writing. The more you grow, the more responsibilities you acquire.
To be clear, I'll say this: I have three Hollywood fanfics. The first is this one, Hollywood: Art; the second is Superstar; and the third is War Machine, which I only have in my notes app, with 30 chapters written. The last one is by far better than the first, but perhaps the least worked on.
I have a One Piece, Haikyuu!!, and Kengan Ashura fanfic that I want to submit, but I'll have to shorten and rewrite them to avoid making them too long. It's tiring to create such large plots and cover so many characters. It's a lot of work for one fanfic. I'll finish them, and when I close those fan fictions, I'll simply leave web novels, these pages, to continue my career as a writer of my own creations.