The Maker: Hollywood

July 2027

Fortress Mountain, Calgary, Canada

The wind howling across the Canadian Rockies didn’t care that they were making a movie. It cut through heavy parkas, thermal layers, and skin with brutal indifference.

Daniel Miller stepped out of his heated trailer and immediately pulled his scarf up over his nose. The snow was blindingly white, untouched in the areas cordoned off for the camera, and churned into gray slush around the base camp. They were setting up for the snow fortress assault—the third level of the dream—and the logistics of moving heavy camera equipment on the side of a mountain were proving to be a nightmare.

But the cast didn’t seem to mind.

Daniel paused, watching a bizarre scene unfold near the craft services tent.

Tom Hardy, wearing a massive, oversized arctic coat that made him look like a very aggressive bear, was packing snow together with his bare, red hands. He was trying to build a snowman.

Standing a few feet away, holding a steaming cup of hot cocoa, was Joseph Gordon-Levitt. Joe was shivering, but he was still looking at Hardy’s creation with the critical eye of an architect.

”The balance is so bad, Tom,” Joe pointed out, taking a sip of his cocoa. ”You’re making the base too narrow. The moment you put the head on, the center of gravity shifts, and it collapses.”

”Mate,” Hardy grunted, packing a particularly dense snowball and slapping it onto the lopsided torso. ”It’s a snowman, not a cathedral. It doesn’t need a center of gravity. It needs character.”

”It looks like a melting thumb,” Ellie Page chimed in, walking up beside Joe. She was buried under a beanie and a heavy scarf, only her eyes visible.

Leonardo DiCaprio, sitting in a canvas chair that had been dragged close to a portable outdoor heater, just laughed. ”I think he’s modeling it after the studio executives back in LA. Big midsection, tiny head.”

Hardy grinned, turning around and holding up a carrot he had stolen from the catering table. ”I was actually modeling it after Arthur. Notice how stiff and rigid it is?”

Joe just shook his head, refusing to take the bait, though a small smile broke through his shivering.

Daniel watched them. The camaraderie was real. After surviving the mud of England, the rain of Tokyo, and the narrow alleys of Morocco, the cast had bonded in a way that couldn’t be faked in rehearsals. They were a unit.

His phone vibrated in his heavy coat pocket. It wasn’t his personal phone; it was the encrypted satellite line.

He pulled it out. Elena Palmer.

Daniel turned his back to the wind and walked back inside his trailer, shutting the heavy door to cut out the howling noise. The air inside was blessedly warm.

”I’m here,” Daniel said, taking his gloves off and tossing them on the small table.

”Daniel,” Elena’s voice came through, clear despite the satellite connection. ”I have Tom here with me.”

”Hey, Dan,” Tom’s voice echoed slightly from the speakerphone in Burbank.

Daniel grabbed a thermos and poured himself a cup of coffee to thaw his fingers. ”What’s going on? You guys don’t usually call on the sat-line unless something is on fire.”

There was a brief pause on the other end.

”We have a situation with the bullpen,” Elena said. Her voice was steady, but Daniel could hear the underlying tension. ”The three directors we shortlisted for Iron Man 2—Markus, David, and Chloe.”

”Right. You were supposed to sign them this week. Did the numbers not work out?”

”They backed out,” Tom said flatly. ”All three of them.”

Daniel stopped pouring his coffee. He set the thermos down. ”All three? At the exact same time? That’s not a coincidence.”

”It’s Jonah Gantry,” Elena explained. ”Warner Bros swooped in. They offered all three of them blind, multi-picture overall deals. Massive upfront cash, guaranteed backend points. They basically bought them off the board.”

Daniel didn’t yell. He didn’t curse. The trailer was entirely silent except for the low hum of the portable heater.

When he finally spoke, his voice was colder than the wind outside.

”When did this happen?”

”Three days ago,” Elena admitted.

”And you’re just telling me now?”

”You were shooting the avalanche sequence,” Tom stepped in, taking the heat. ”You were dealing with explosives and stuntmen on a frozen mountain. We didn’t want to drop corporate warfare on your lap while you were managing safety protocols. We wanted to see if we could salvage it first.”

Daniel closed his eyes. He understood the logic. Tom and Elena were doing exactly what he paid them to do: protecting the production. But it still stung.

”Fine,” Daniel said, his tone remaining frighteningly calm. ”I get why you delayed. We move forward. But here is what we do about Markus, David, and Chloe.”

He walked over to the small window of the trailer, looking out at the snow.

”Blacklist them.”

”Daniel,” Elena started cautiously. ”They’re young directors. Warner Bros threw life-changing money at them. It’s hard to blame them for taking the check.”

”I don’t blame them for wanting money,” Daniel said, his voice entirely devoid of sympathy. ”I blame them for wasting my time. We gave them access to our scripts. We brought them into the inner circle. If they had come to us and said, ’Warner gave us this offer, can you match it?’ that would be business. But backing out silently after a verbal agreement? That’s backstabbing.”

He took a slow sip of his coffee.

”If you are on my side, I will spare no expense to make sure you grow. I will hand you the keys to the kingdom,” Daniel stated. ”But if you show me that your loyalty can be bought by Jonah Gantry before you’ve even signed your first contract with us, then you are done. Blacklist them from every Miller Studios project moving forward. Furthermore, TDM will not distribute, co-finance, or touch any project they are attached to for the rest of their careers. Make sure the agencies know exactly why.”

”Understood,” Elena said. She didn’t argue. When Daniel sounded like this, there was no room for negotiation.

”Are the other three still online?” Daniel asked.

”Wan, Snyder, and Gilligan? Yes, they are in the conference room with us now.”

”Put them on the screen,” Daniel ordered. He opened his laptop and connected it to the secure network.

A moment later, the screen flickered to life. The view showed the main conference room in Burbank. James Wan, Zack Snyder, and Vince Gilligan were sitting around the table.

They looked a little nervous.

James Wan had reason to be in a good mood. Saw had released four days ago. It had opened to an extremely solid $18 million at the domestic box office against a production budget of $1.2 million. It wasn’t an Iron Man opening, but for a dirty, R-rated horror film with zero traditional marketing, it was a massive victory. James was officially a made man.

Zack Snyder was deep in pre-production for 300, surrounded by storyboards, and Vince Gilligan was looking exhausted but thrilled as he managed the writer’s room for Breaking Bad.

”Hey, Boss,” James said, offering a small wave to the camera. ”You look freezing.”

”I am,” Daniel said, skipping the pleasantries. He looked at the three of them through the webcam. ”I’m going to make this quick. I just found out that Warner Bros is handing out blank checks to anyone who has walked through our lobby. They are trying to poach our infrastructure.”

The three men exchanged glances.

”I’m giving you all an out,” Daniel said, leaning closer to the screen. ”Right now. If you want to leave, you can walk out that door. James, you will still get every cent of your profit share from Saw. Zack, Vince, no hard feelings. If Warner Bros is offering you a mansion in the Hills and you want it, take it today.”

Silence hung in the conference room.

”But,” Daniel’s eyes narrowed. ”If you choose to stay in this room today, and then you decide to backstab me six months from now at a critical moment because Jonah Gantry added another zero to his check... I will make sure there is no room left for you to grow in this town. You are either Miller Studios, or you are out. Decide now.”

Zack Snyder leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. ”Daniel, Warner Bros called my agent two days ago. They offered me a blank slate deal.”

Daniel didn’t flinch. ”And?”

”And I told them to shove it,” Zack smiled. ”They spent the last five years telling me my visual style was too weird for mainstream cinema. You handed me a graphic novel and told me to paint it. I’m not going anywhere.”

”They called me too,” Vince Gilligan admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. ”Offered me a showrunner gig on a new network procedural. Triple my current rate. But... it was a cop show. You let me write a show about a high school chemistry teacher making meth. Warner Bros would never greenlight this in a million years. I’m staying.”

Daniel looked at James Wan.

”I edited wedding videos before Elena called me,” James said simply. ”Miller Studios is my home. I’m not leaving.”

The tension in Daniel’s shoulders finally broke. He let out a slow breath, nodding at the screen. ”Good. Then let’s get back to work.”

”Actually, Daniel,” James said, his voice turning slightly hesitant. ”Since we are talking about loyalty and getting screwed over by the studios... I have a recommendation. If you’re still looking for directors to fill the slots those other three abandoned.”

”I’m listening,” Daniel said, taking another sip of coffee.

”It’s a bit controversial right now,” James warned. ”He’s a friend of mine. Justin Baldoni.”

Daniel vaguely recognized the name.

”Justin directed a romance drama a couple of years ago,” James continued. ”It was supposed to be his big break. But the lead actress—who was also a producer—and her husband basically hijacked the film in post-production. They iced him out of the marketing, turned the cast against him, and used their PR machine to paint him as the villain to cover up their own creative takeover.”

Daniel remembered the headlines from 2025. It had been a messy, highly publicized drama. The internet had taken sides, but the studio had ultimately backed the bigger star, leaving the director out in the cold.

”He’s radioactive right now,” James admitted. ”The studios won’t touch him because they don’t want to upset the actress’s husband, who is a major A-lister. But Justin is a good director, Daniel. He got robbed of the career he deserves. He knows how to handle actors, and he’s hungry.”

Daniel thought about it. He didn’t care about Hollywood drama or who was mad at who. He cared about talent.

”Justin Baldoni,” Daniel mused. He knew Justin’s portfolio. It was mostly emotional dramas and romance. ”He isn’t the right fit for Iron Man 2, James. That requires a specific grip on action geometry and tech-heavy pacing. But Miller Studios is going to be making more than just explosions. We need people who can handle human drama.”

”So you’ll meet with him?” James asked hopefully.

”Have Elena reach out,” Daniel said. ”Tell him we don’t care about tabloid noise. If his reel is good, we’ll find a project for him. Thanks for the heads-up, James.”

”Thank you, Boss.”

Daniel nodded to the three of them. ”Get back to your sets.”

The three directors stood up and filed out of the conference room, leaving only Elena, Tom, and Marcus on the screen.

”Alright,” Daniel said, rubbing his temples. ”We solved a future problem, but we still have a current one. We are back to square one for Iron Man 2. I need a director who understands Tony Stark’s voice. Someone who gets the improvisation, the humor, and the heart.”

Elena leaned into the camera frame. She had a strange, almost amused look on her face.

”We might not have to look very far,” Elena said. ”While I was dealing with the Warner Bros fallout yesterday, a director’s agent actually reached out to us. He saw that Miller Studios was expanding its roster, and he specifically asked for a general meeting.”

”Who?”

”Jon Favreau,” Tom answered.

Daniel froze.

Jon Favreau. In this timeline, Favreau had directed Elf and Zathura, but his more recent projects hadn’t exactly set the box office on fire. The legacy studios were treating him like a comedy actor who occasionally got behind the camera, not a blockbuster visionary.

But Daniel knew the truth. Jon Favreau was the DNA of the MCU. He was the man who had laid the foundation for the entire cinematic universe back on Earth-199.

A slow, genuine smile spread across Daniel’s face.

”He reached out to us?” Daniel asked, wanting to confirm.

”Yeah,” Elena nodded. ”He said he loved Iron Man. Said he resonated with the tone. He’s looking for a lifeline, Daniel. He wants to work.”

”Set the meeting,” Daniel said immediately. ”Don’t let him leave the building without a contract. He’s our guy.”

”You haven’t even seen his pitch yet,” Marcus pointed out, always the voice of caution.

”I don’t need to,” Daniel said. ”I know exactly what he can do. Lock him down.”

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Two Weeks Later

Los Angeles, California

While the corporate wars raged in the background, the actual business of making art continued to dominate the public conversation.

It had been an aggressive marketing push. For the last two months, Miller Studio’s publishing arm had plastered bookstores and internet forums with cryptic, dark green advertisements featuring a massive, slithering shadow.

Then, Joanne had tweeted a single sentence to her millions of followers:

”Enemies of the Heir, beware. The Chamber is open.”

The internet lost its collective mind.

When Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets hit bookshelves at midnight, the lines wrapped around city blocks. The first book had been a massive success, but it had still been viewed as a children’s story.

The second book, however, hit different.

Daniel had spent weeks working with Joanne on the outline before she took over the writing. He had utilized his System’s library, looking at the flaws of the original Earth-199 text and quietly tightening the screws.

He fixed the logistical nightmare of a giant basilisk moving silently through school plumbing without displacing water or making a sound. He raised the stakes, ensuring that the petrifications felt like genuine, terrifying threats rather than convenient plot devices. He deepened the lore of Tom Riddle’s diary, making the psychological manipulation of Ginny Weasley feel far more insidious and grounded.

The audience reaction was immediate and overwhelmingly positive.

Reddit > r/Fantasy > [Discussion] Harry Potter Book 2

u/BookWyrm: ”I just finished it in one sitting. Holy hell. The tone shift from the first book is incredible. It’s genuinely scary. The diary scenes felt like a psychological thriller.”

u/MagicNerd: ”Did anyone else notice how tight the plot was? The way the Basilisk travels through the specialized ancient vents instead of regular ass pipes makes so much more sense. It actually felt like a thousand-year-old architectural secret.”

u/SlytherinPride: ”Joanne is a genius. I don’t know how she manages to balance the whimsy of the magic world with a plot that is essentially a serial killer mystery in a high school. Also, Gilderoy Lockhart is the most perfectly written fraud I have ever read.”

TDM Publishing reported that the second installment sold over three million copies in its first week alone, completely dominating the New York Times Bestseller list.

The Miller empire wasn’t just surviving petty attacks from Jonah Gantry; it was thriving on multiple fronts.

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Fortress Mountain, Calgary

Back on the freezing mountain, the cameras were rolling.

Daniel stood in his heavy parka, watching the monitor.

They were filming the infiltration of the snow fortress. Tom Hardy (Eames) was in full white winter camouflage, strapping on a pair of skis. The script called for him to ski down a massive incline while laying down covering fire with a customized assault rifle.

”Alright, Tom,” Daniel called out over the megaphone. ”You ski down the ridge, hit the embankment, and you fire as you glide. Look cool.”

”Always, Boss,” Hardy shouted back, pulling his white goggles down over his eyes.

”Action!”

Hardy pushed off. He picked up speed instantly, the skis cutting through the fresh powder. He looked incredible—a ghost moving across the snow. He raised the prop rifle, aiming down the slope just as rehearsed.

He hit the embankment.

Instead of gliding gracefully, the tip of his right ski caught a hidden patch of solid ice beneath the powder.

Hardy’s legs flew out from under him. He went entirely airborne for a split second, a flurry of white camouflage and flailing limbs, before landing face-first in a massive snowbank with a muffled whump.

The prop rifle flew out of his hands and stuck barrel-first into the snow a few feet away.

For a second, nobody moved. The crew held their breath, waiting to see if the actor was injured.

Then, a muffled voice came from the snowbank.

”I meant to do that!” Hardy yelled, his voice muffled by the powder. ”Tactical face-plant! It confuses the enemy!”

Leo, standing behind the camera, burst out laughing. Joe Gordon-Levitt doubled over, holding his stomach, unable to contain himself.

”Cut!” Daniel yelled, lowering the megaphone, a wide grin breaking across his freezing face.

A pair of stuntmen rushed over and pulled Hardy out of the snow. He was completely coated in white powder, looking like a very angry abominable snowman, but he was grinning ear to ear.

”Tell me you got that on film,” Hardy said, shaking himself off like a wet dog.

”We got it,” Daniel laughed, walking over to him. ”It’s going straight onto the blooper reel.”

”I demand a stunt credit,” Hardy joked, brushing snow off his goggles.

Daniel looked around the set. The crew was laughing. The actors were relaxed. Despite the freezing cold, despite the grueling schedule, and despite the corporate sabotage happening thousands of miles away in Burbank, the environment here was bulletproof.

Jonah Gantry could try to buy the future of Miller Studios. He could try to drain their talent and choke their supply lines.

But out here, in the trenches, making the actual art?

Daniel knew he had something Gantry could never buy. He had a team that actually liked making movies together.

”Alright, reset!” Daniel clapped his hands together, the sound sharp in the cold air. ”Let’s try it again, Tom. And this time, try to keep your face out of the snow!”

”No promises!” Hardy yelled back, clicking his skis back into place.

Daniel walked back to the monitor. The war in Los Angeles could wait. Right now, he had a dream to finish.

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