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"That gift is straight fire!"
"So he's officially got the car, the house, and an Oscar nod? Life winner status: complete."
"Vin Diesel is solid people—he really sent the actual car."
At the after-party following the premiere, Cassius finally cornered Rob. "You knew about this?"
"Found out yesterday!" Rob raised his champagne flute. "Studio and Vin cooked it up together. Wanted to surprise you. Honestly, I was shocked too. Gifting a real car like this? Doesn't happen once in a decade in Hollywood."
Seeing the question in Cassius's eyes, Rob kept going. "You're riding the biggest heat of your career right now with the Oscar nomination. Gifting you the car pays back the Rio favor and doubles as killer promo. Hollywood never does anything that loses money."
Cassius got it.
Capital doesn't do charity either.
If he hadn't blown up the way he had, even after everything in Rio, they wouldn't have handed him a car this loaded with symbolism.
That was just how the game worked.
Halfway through the party, Director Justin Lin walked over and passed Cassius a drink.
"How's the car? You like it?"
"Love it." Cassius clinked glasses with him. "Thanks, Director."
"Don't thank me. Thank Vin."
Justin took a sip. "He insisted on the real thing. Studio originally wanted to give you a scale model as a prop. Vin shut that down—said if you're giving a car, give one you can actually drive or don't bother."
Justin glanced across the room at Vin Diesel holding court with the crowd. "Guy looks like a hard-ass, but he's actually big on loyalty. You saved his life in Rio, so he wanted to repay it the same way."
When the party wrapped, Cassius skipped the studio car and walked straight to the parking lot.
The black war horse waited under the lights.
He slid the key in, turned it.
The engine growled low, like a sleeping beast waking up.
Cassius dropped into the driver's seat. The familiar smell hit him.
He fired it up and pulled out of the lot.
Los Angeles at night was quiet. The war horse's rumble rolled down the empty streets.
He rolled the window down and let the cool night air pour in.
His phone buzzed. Jennifer.
"Heard you got a car?" Her voice carried a smile.
"News travels fast."
"Twitter's on fire. Hard to miss."
Jennifer paused. "That car suits you."
"Why?"
"Because it looks low-key on the outside but is pure beast underneath." Her tone had that wild edge he knew too well.
Cassius felt heat crawl up his neck.
Damn.
Been eating clean for way too long.
"By the way, Oscars are February 24th. You pick out a tux yet? Want me to hook you up with a designer?"
"Rob's handling it."
"Good. See you there. Maybe we'll walk the red carpet together!"
Big Cousin Jennifer—zero fucks given about rumors.
She had the confidence to back it up.
She and Cassius weren't even officially together.
Cassius hung up, parked the war horse in front of his Beverly Hills house, and just sat there a minute, staring at the Dodge emblem on the wheel.
After a while he killed the engine, locked up, and gave the black beast one last look. It gleamed cold and hard under the moonlight.
With the North American premiere done, Cassius finally had a few free days before the London and Asia promo tour kicked off.
The Fast & Furious 5 itinerary included stops in Beijing and Shanghai.
He was finally going home.
Cassius felt a strange tightness in his chest.
Was this a hero's return?
He wasn't sure.
He still had fans back there, and the country that raised him.
Right then a new email popped into his inbox.
Sender: USC School of Cinematic Arts official account.
Subject: Sincere Invitation – Distinguished Alumnus Lecture & Industry Conversation
Body was from Professor Anderson.
"Cass, the school is hosting this year's Screen Narrative Forum. We'd love for you to join. Other film professionals will be there too. Li Suyan will handle all your campus logistics."
Cassius read it and smiled.
If there was one place in America that still felt like home, it was USC.
He was definitely going.
Rob saw the date on the schedule and agreed it was a smart move.
USC carried serious weight in Hollywood. Plenty of famous alumni—actors and directors—would be around. Even a quick appearance meant new connections.
Forum day arrived. The University Park campus was busier than usual.
Cassius's war horse rolled through the gates. Red-brick signs pointed the way to the Cinematic Arts complex.
Li Suyan spotted the car immediately and jogged over.
She'd leveled up since last year—now a grad assistant for the film school—but that sharp, playful spark was still there.
"Cassius oppa!"
She yanked the passenger door open, grinning. "Professor Anderson told me to wait here so you wouldn't get lost!"
"Wow! Is this the Fast & Furious 5 car they gave you? It's insane!"
"Want to hop in? I'll show you around."
Cassius offered.
He'd always felt an easy closeness with Li Suyan—they'd both started from the bottom.
"Really? Can I?"
Her eyes lit up. She was already sliding into the passenger seat before the question was fully out.
Cassius chuckled.
Same old Suyan. Zero chill.
Following her directions, he pulled into the reserved VIP spot.
The whole way she kept the window down, waving at every familiar face.
Every single person did a double-take when they saw her in the passenger seat of the black war horse.
Suyan's vanity meter was clearly maxed out.
Cassius had to admit—he felt pretty damn good himself.
Walking the familiar brick paths, he felt a quiet wave of nostalgia.
The Roman-style buildings glowed under the California sun, a peaceful bubble separate from the chaos of L.A.
Nothing had changed: students rushing with scripts, groups sprawled on the grass debating shot lists.
At the backstage entrance Suyan handed him a lanyard and schedule. "VIP room first. Forum starts in half an hour."
Cassius clipped on the badge: "Special Guest: Cassius , Actor, USC Alumnus."
He stepped into the green room and saw Professor Anderson chatting with another older gentleman.
Both men had that scholarly vibe.
Then Cassius got a clear look at the second man.
Steven Spielberg.
Damn. This forum was stacked.
Spielberg stood and extended a hand.
"Cass, pleasure to meet you."
The legendary director's smile was warm, no ego. "I saw The Hunger Games. And the Fast & Furious 5 trailer. Strong work."
"Thank you, Mr. Spielberg."
Cassius shook his hand. "Your films were textbooks for me when I was learning acting."
"Call me Steven."
Spielberg waved him into a seat. "Anderson told me your story—from extra to Oscar nominee in two years. Sounds like a movie script itself."
Anderson pushed his glasses up, looking proud. "I always said Cass had raw screen presence. Not technique—instinct. Shame he never had time for my grad program. Too busy shooting in Hollywood."
Cassius gave a sheepish laugh. "Professor, the timing was just…"
"I'm kidding!" Anderson waved it off. "What you're doing out there is worth more than ten years in a classroom. Art belongs in the real world."
The forum was held in the school's biggest auditorium.
Five hundred seats, packed.
When Cassius walked onstage with Spielberg and Anderson, the applause and phone cameras went wild.
First half belonged to Spielberg.
He talked future film tech, streaming's impact on storytelling, and a new project he was developing. The crowd hung on every word.
After intermission it was Cassius's turn.
Anderson, moderating, opened with: "Cass, you left USC, went from extra to supporting roles to lead, and now you've got an Oscar nomination. What was the biggest thing your college education gave you?"
Cassius thought for a second. "It wasn't specific acting tricks. You can learn those on set."
"What I really got here was taste and judgment. Professors made us watch everything—great films, terrible ones, experimental, commercial—and then break down why a shot worked or a character fell flat."
"That training taught me how to look at a script or a role and know which direction to push, what good acting actually feels like."
"Excellent answer," Anderson nodded. "And what did real Hollywood give you that school couldn't?"
"Pressure and truth."
Cassius was fully in the zone now.
His upgraded Acting Realm panel had sorted every skill orb and attribute into neat mental shelves.
He could pull whatever he needed instantly.
Seeing Spielberg and the students leaning in, he kept going. "In school you can retake a scene. Turn in an assignment late and it's just a grade deduction. On a real set, hundreds of people and a burning budget are waiting. No time to hesitate."
"That pressure forces growth. Real life experience—actual danger, fear, survival—gives you feelings no acting class can simulate."
A student raised a hand. "Cassius, a lot of people say Hollywood is finally opening up more for Asian actors. What's your take? Do you think we'll have a real shot after graduation?"
"It's more open—yes. The door's cracked wider than before."
He chose his words carefully. "I got to play a American lead in Green Lantern: Rise of the Azure Dragon. That was unthinkable a few years ago. But total equality? Still a ways off."
He looked out at the young, hopeful faces. "My advice: don't just chase the 'Asian actor' label. Become a damn good actor first. A true professional. Make people say 'his work is incredible' before they remember your ethnicity. The label can open doors, but it can't be your ceiling."
Applause rolled through the hall.
A few Asian students in the crowd were nodding hard.
Then a guy with glasses stood up, tone sharp. "Mr. Cass, you earned an Oscar nomination for The Hunger Games, but a lot of people think the Academy is just bending to commercial popularity. Do you honestly believe your nomination belongs in the same conversation as Philip Seymour Hoffman or Robert De Niro?"
The room went dead quiet.
Suyan looked tense in the front row.
Cassius didn't rush.
He took a slow sip of water, then answered calmly.
"I have enormous respect for Mr. Hoffman and Mr. De Niro. They're legends. I'm still learning."
His voice stayed even. "As for whether my nomination deserves to be there—that's not for me to decide. The Academy voters watched the film and cast their ballots. They felt Peeta's arc was worthy. That's their call."
He paused. "Commercial films and prestige pictures are like sprinting versus running a marathon. Different training, different judging criteria. You don't say the marathon runner is automatically better—just that it's a different event."
"I did my job in The Hunger Games. I made the audience believe in Peeta and feel his choices. If the voters thought I pulled it off, I'm grateful for their recognition. Whether it truly measures up… I'll leave that to time and the audience."
The answer was steady—no false modesty, no arrogance.
Applause swelled again.
Even Spielberg gave a small, approving nod.
After the forum came a short meet-and-greet.
Cassius was swarmed by students—signing autographs, taking photos, answering more questions.
Suyan played traffic cop like a pro.
When he finally broke free, Anderson pulled him aside.
"Handled that well," the professor said, patting his shoulder. "Defended yourself without burning bridges. You've grown up."
"Got yelled at enough times, you learn." Cassius smiled.
"Seriously though," Anderson said, "at this stage you'd be perfect for a grad program. Doesn't have to be full-time. We could do it while you work—tailor the courses around you. Focus on depth of character in commercial genre films. Perfect fit for your experience."
Cassius's interest piqued.
The offer was tempting.
After the USC forum, Anderson hosted a small private dinner at an exclusive Beverly Hills club.
It was less dinner, more quiet networking circle.
Besides Spielberg and Cassius, only a handful of senior film professors and one Paramount executive were there.
When Cassius arrived, Spielberg was already deep in conversation with Anderson.
Spielberg waved him over.
"Sit here." He pointed to the empty chair beside him. "Anderson was just telling me he wants you back for grad school."
Cassius sat. "Professor keeps saying school teaches theory, the set teaches survival. Now that I've survived, maybe it's time to brush up on the theory part."
The table laughed.
Dinner was relaxed.
They swapped industry gossip, talked new tech, and debated how streaming was shaking up traditional distribution.
The Paramount exec complained about short attention spans: "Kids watch vertical videos that blow up, but ask them to sit in a theater for two hours? Torture."
"So movies have to grab harder," Spielberg agreed. "Not with bigger explosions—with stories and characters so strong people forget their phones exist. That's the real trick."
Midway through, Spielberg turned to Cassius.
"What's your schedule look like? Any room in the second half of the year?"
The question came out of nowhere.
Cassius thought for a second. "Fast & Furious 5 promo tour starts soon, then Hunger Games 2 press, then we shoot Fast 6. I can probably carve out three solid months."
"Two to three months…" Spielberg mused. "That's enough to shoot a movie."
The table went quiet.
Anderson set his wine glass down. Everyone looked at Spielberg.
"I've got a project," Spielberg said, straightforward. "Hard sci-fi grounded in real physics. Earth's environment is collapsing. A crew of astronauts goes through a wormhole to find a new home for humanity."
"Linda Obst is producing. We brought in Kip Thorne—Caltech physicist, black-hole and relativity expert—as scientific consultant."
Cassius's pulse quickened.
This sounded very familiar.
"Jonathan Nolan wrote the script," Spielberg continued. "He sat in on months of relativity lectures at Caltech just to get it right. Third draft is done. I'm reading it now."
Jonathan Nolan.
Christopher Nolan's brother.
Cassius's mind raced.
He remembered Interstellar from his last life—Matthew McConaughey's career-defining role.
But the project had originally been Spielberg's. Jonathan Nolan wrote the script for him.
Spielberg later stepped away and Chris Nolan took over.
So right now, at this moment, the project was still Spielberg's.
"I'm looking for actors," Spielberg said, eyes on Cassius. "Especially for Cooper—the NASA pilot turned farmer who has to go back into space to save humanity. The role needs a very specific quality. Tough but vulnerable. Technical background but also the feel of someone who's worked the land. A man who isn't trying to be a savior—he just wants his kids to have a future."
He paused. "What you did with Peeta in The Hunger Games moved me. Cooper needs that same quality. Not a hero who wants to be one. Just a father trying to give his children a tomorrow."
Cassius's heart was beating faster now.
He knew exactly how huge this movie became in the other timeline.
And the opportunity was sitting right in front of him.