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43. The Leverage
🕑 Added 2026-01-21 12:20:00 +0000 UTCThe building was located three blocks down from the main Miller Studios lot in Burbank. It was a renovated industrial warehouse, a brick-and-mortar beast that had once housed an aerospace parts manufacturer in the fifties. Now, it stood empty, the morning sun cutting through the high, grid-paned windows to illuminate thousands of square feet of polished concrete.
Marcus Blackwood stood in the center of the vast, open floor. He wore a casual blazer over a t-shirt, his hands in his pockets, listening to the echo of his own breathing.
"It’s quiet," Daniel said, walking up beside him. The click of his boots on the concrete was sharp and authoritative.
"It’s the quiet before the logistics," Marcus corrected, turning to scan the space. "Give it two weeks. This place will smell like stale coffee, printer toner, and panic. Just the way I like it."
"Well, here’s The Distribution Mill," Daniel said, looking up at the exposed steel beams. "TDM for short. I don't want it to sound like a studio arm. 'The Mill' sounds like work. It sounds like a place where things are ground out and refined."
Marcus nodded slowly, tasting the name. "The Mill. I like it. It implies we’re processing raw material into something consumable. It’s blue-collar. It fits the 'Normalism' brand you’ve accidentally built."
He walked over to a designated corner where a series of glass-walled offices were already being framed by construction crews.
"That’s the War Room," Marcus pointed out. "I want wall-to-wall screens. Real-time box office tracking from every major market—London, Tokyo, Seoul, New York. If a theater in Des Moines has a projector failure during a Miller movie, I want to know about it before the manager does."
"You have the budget," Daniel said. "The $100 million injection is cleared. Fifty of that is for acquisition and P&A (Prints and Advertising) for the first slate. The rest is infrastructure. Build it right, Marcus. I don't want us renting servers from Amazon. I want us to own the data."
Marcus looked at the young director. He had worked for Vanguard for a decade, dealing with CEOs who flinched at spending money on anything that didn't have a toy deal attached. Daniel Miller was different. He spoke about millions like they were bricks—necessary, heavy, and meant to build something permanent.
"You realize what we’re doing is insane, right?" Marcus asked, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Starting a global distribution house from scratch with a team we haven't hired yet? The Big Five spent forty years building these networks."
"The Big Five are ocean liners," Daniel said, turning to leave. "They take ten miles to turn around. We’re a speedboat with a nuclear engine. Get your desk set up, Marcus. The interviews start in an hour."
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The conference room on the second floor of the main Miller Studios building had been commandeered for the day. Elena Palmer, Daniel’s new PA, sat at the end of the table, her laptop open, a timer running in the corner of her screen.
"We have twelve candidates for the three core positions," Elena briefed, her voice crisp. "Head of Domestic Booking, Head of International Sales, and VP of Marketing Strategy. I’ve filtered them for 'high competence, low patience for bureaucracy.' Most of them are currently serving notice periods or are 'consultants' looking for a way back in."
Daniel sat at the head of the table, Marcus to his right. "Send the first one in. Domestic Booking."
The door opened, and a woman in her late forties walked in. Diana Rigg. She looked like she had survived a war, which, in the context of booking films into AMC and Regal chains during the holiday season, she essentially had.
"Mr. Miller. Mr. Blackwood," she said, sitting down without waiting to be asked. She placed a folder on the table. "I’ve analyzed the screen counts for Juno. You left money on the table in the Midwest. You under-booked Kansas and Ohio by 15%. The per-screen averages suggest you could have expanded two weeks earlier."
Daniel raised an eyebrow. "Apex Features handled the booking."
"And Apex plays it safe," Diana countered. "They book for density, not demand. You want to run an independent distribution arm? You don't ask the chains for screens. You tell them what they’re missing. I know the buyers at Regal by their first names. I know which ones cheat on their wives and which ones cheat on their taxes. I can get you the screens."
Daniel looked at Marcus. Marcus gave a subtle nod.
"Why did you leave Paramount?" Daniel asked.
"Because they started using an algorithm to book screens," Diana spat the word 'algorithm' like it was poison. "Computers don't know that a rainy Tuesday in Seattle drives ticket sales for indie dramas. People know that."
"You're hired," Daniel said. "Elena, send the contract."
Next was the VP of Marketing.
A man walked in wearing sneakers and a hoodie that cost more than Daniel’s suit. Leo Kosta. He was young, hyper-energetic, and had a reputation for viral guerrilla marketing.
"Traditional billboards are dead," Leo announced before he even reached the chair. "Nobody looks up. They look down. Phones. If you want TDM to matter, we don't buy ad space. We create moments. For Star Wars, the posters were great, but imagine if we had projected the Death Star onto the moon? Okay, maybe not the moon, but the Empire State Building? I have ideas that Vanguard Legal said were 'public nuisances.' I call them 'high engagement.'"
"I don't need stunts, Leo," Daniel said calmly. "I need narratives. Can you sell a movie without lying about what it is?"
"The truth is the easiest thing to sell because nobody expects it," Leo replied instantly. "You sold Juno as a normal movie. That was the hook. The honesty. I can scale that. But I’m expensive."
"We can afford you," Marcus said. "But if you get us sued by the city of New York, it comes out of your bonus."
"Deal."
The interviews continued for four hours. It was a "Blitz"—rapid-fire, instinct-driven. Daniel wasn't looking for resumes; he was looking for hunger. He wanted the people who had been stifled by the red tape of the legacy studios. He wanted the pirates.
By 2:00 PM, the core team of The Distribution Mill was assembled. It was small—only five key executives—but between them, they had over a hundred years of industry experience and a collective chip on their shoulder the size of a planet.
"This is the war room," Daniel told the assembled group. "We aren't just distributing movies. We are dismantling the gatekeepers. Welcome to the Mill."
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Two days later, the reality of "dismantling gatekeepers" hit the road.
Daniel and Marcus sat in a private dining room at The Palm in Beverly Hills. Across from them sat Richard Sterling, the CEO of Cinemex Global, one of the largest theater chains in the world. Sterling was a man of the old school—expensive cigars, tailored suits that hid his bulk, and a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"Daniel," Sterling said, cutting into his steak. "I must say, Star Wars is a phenomenon. My concession stands are running out of popcorn buckets. You’ve made us all a lot of money this month."
"We're glad to hear that, Richard," Daniel said, taking a sip of water. "That’s why we’re here. We want to talk about the future."
"The future is bright!" Sterling beamed. "I assume you're here to discuss the sequel? Or perhaps another collaboration with Legendary? I’m ready to offer you the prime holiday slots for 2028 right now."
"Actually," Marcus interjected, leaning forward. "We're here to talk about The Distribution Mill. Daniel’s new independent distribution arm."
Sterling’s smile faltered slightly. He dabbed his mouth with a napkin. "Ah. Yes. I heard rumors. A boutique label? For your... smaller projects? Passion pieces?"
"For everything," Daniel said. "Future Miller Studios productions. Acquisitions. The slate."
Sterling chuckled, a patronizing sound. "Daniel, let me give you some advice from a man who has been in this business since you were in diapers. Independent distribution is a graveyard. Without the package deals from the majors—without the leverage of a slate that includes ten blockbusters a year—you get squeezed. I can’t give prime screens to a 'boutique' distributor. The economics don't work. I have Disney and Warner breathing down my neck for those screens."
"So you're saying TDM would be second-tier priority?" Marcus asked, his voice hardening.
"I'm saying," Sterling said, taking a sip of wine, "that I can offer you limited runs. Art house screens. Maybe a wide release if the tracking is spectacular, but the split... well, the split would have to favor the house. 60/40 in my favor for the first two weeks."
It was an insult. A standard blockbuster deal was 60/40 in favor of the studio. Sterling was trying to big-league them.
Daniel placed his fork down gently. The clink echoed in the quiet room.
"Richard," Daniel said, his voice calm, almost friendly. "I think you’re misunderstanding the leverage here. You’re looking at me as an indie director. You need to look at me as the supplier of the only product that is currently keeping your Q1 earnings from tanking."
Sterling frowned. "Star Wars is distributed by Legendary."
"The first one is," Daniel corrected. "But my contract for the sequels? It gives me approval over the distribution strategy. And my next project? The one I haven't announced yet? It’s fully owned by Miller Studios."
Daniel leaned in. "Here is the deal. The Distribution Mill gets 'Most Favored Nation' status with Cinemex. We get the same terms as Disney. Same screen guarantees. Same revenue splits. 60/40 to us."
Sterling laughed, but it was nervous. "You can't be serious. You’re going to hold the Star Wars sequel hostage over a distribution deal for a startup?"
"I'm not holding it hostage," Daniel said. "I'm just telling you that if TDM isn't treated like a Major, then Miller Studios content doesn't play on Cinemex screens. The next Star Wars? It goes to AMC. It goes to Regal. And you get to explain to your shareholders why the biggest movie of the decade isn't playing in your theaters."
The silence stretched. Sterling stared at Daniel. He looked for the bluff. He looked for the hesitation of a twenty-four-year-old kid who was out of his depth.
He didn't find it. He found the eyes of a man who had nothing to lose.
"You're playing a dangerous game, Miller," Sterling whispered.
"It’s only dangerous if you don't know the odds," Daniel replied. "Do we have a deal?"
Sterling looked at Marcus, who was grinning like a shark. Then he looked back at Daniel. He sighed, the fight leaving him. He knew the numbers. He knew he couldn't afford to lose the Miller slate.
"I'll have legal draft the paperwork," Sterling grumbled. "Most Favored Nation. But you better fill those seats, Daniel. If you give me an empty theater, I pull the screens."
"Deal," Daniel said. He signaled the waiter. "Check, please."
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Toluca Lake – Stan Lee’s Residence
The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow over the garden of the Toluca Lake house. It was a stark contrast to the boardroom battles and the industrial echoes of The Mill. Here, the air smelled of jasmine and old paper.
Daniel sat on the patio, a glass of lemonade in his hand. Opposite him, Stan Lee was flipping through a portfolio of oversized art prints.
"It’s clunky," Stan said, pointing to the image on top. "But it has character. I always told Kirby that the suit should look like a tank, not a wetsuit."
Daniel looked at the concept art. It was the Mark I armor for Iron Man. It was bulky, welded together from scrap metal, raw and visceral. It was the visual representation of desperation and genius—Tony Stark in a cave, building a god out of garbage.
"It’s perfect, Stan," Daniel said. "It grounds him. Before he becomes the futurist, he has to be the mechanic. That’s the 'Normalism' angle. A guy with a wrench trying to fix his own mistakes."
Stan nodded, a nostalgic smile playing on his lips. "Tony was always my favorite problem child. The man who has everything but can't save himself. You really think people will care about him? He’s not exactly a boy scout like Steve."
"That’s why they’ll love him," Daniel assured him. "Flaws are interesting. Perfection is boring."
Daniel set his glass down and pulled a thinner folder from his bag. "But before we build the suit, Stan, we need to rebuild the foundation. I want to talk about the publishing arm."
Stan looked up, surprised. "Publishing? You mean the comics?"
"Yes," Daniel said. "We own the rights now. Marvel Studios isn't just a film; it’s the source material. I want to relaunch the classic runs. The original Tales of Suspense, The Amazing Spider-Man, The Avengers. But not just reprint them. I want to package them."
"Package them how?"
"'Miller Studios Presents: The Stan Lee Collection,'" Daniel pitched. "We use the momentum from Star Wars and Juno. We put a sticker on every cover: 'From the Director of Star Wars comes the Universe that started it all.' We use my name to get them to pick up the book, and your stories to keep them reading."
Stan hesitated. He ran a hand through his hair. "You’d put your name on my old stories? Daniel, you’re the hottest director in the world. You don't need to shill for forty-year-old comics."
"I’m not shilling, Stan. I’m spotlighting," Daniel said earnestly. "There’s a whole generation—my generation—that thinks superheroes are just cartoons or action figures. They don't know the drama. They don't know the soap opera of it all. If I tell them, 'This is where I get my inspiration,' they’ll read it. And once they read it, the pump is primed for the movies."
He leaned forward. "We release the Iron Man origin comic months before we drop the movie teaser. We create a feedback loop. The comic sells the movie, the movie sells the comic. And the name 'Marvel' becomes synonymous with quality again."
Stan looked at the concept art of the iron suit, then at the young man sitting across from him. He saw the strategic brilliance, yes, but he also saw the genuine love. Daniel wasn't treating the comics as IP fodder; he was treating them as scripture.
"You really think it’ll work?" Stan asked softly. "You think kids today will read newsprint?"
"I think kids will read anything if you tell them it’s cool," Daniel smiled. "And right now, Miller Studios decides what’s cool."
Stan laughed, a hearty, chest-deep sound that scared a bird off the garden fence. "You’re a dangerous man, Daniel Miller. You use your fame like a weapon."
"I use it like a tool, Stan," Daniel corrected. "A tool to build the house you deserve."
Stan closed the portfolio and patted the cover. "Alright. Let’s do it. But on one condition."
"Name it."
"You write the foreword for the first Omnibus," Stan said, his eyes twinkling. "Tell them why a fancy director cares about a guy in a metal suit. Tell them the truth."
"I will," Daniel promised.
They sat in silence for a moment, watching the sun dip below the horizon. The world outside was noisy—box office records were being smashed, distribution deals were being brokered, and an empire was being built. But here, in the garden, it was just two storytellers looking at a drawing of a hero.
"Iron Man," Stan mused, testing the name on his tongue as if it were new again. "It’s got a ring to it. Heavy metal."
"Gold and Hot Rod Red," Daniel added.
"Exactly," Stan grinned. "Let’s build it."
As Daniel drove away from Toluca Lake that evening, TDM was powering up, his bank account was loaded, and the theater chains had bent the knee. But the thing that made his heart beat the fastest was a simple sketch of a bulky, iron suit.
The galaxy was conquered. The Distribution network was secured. And his next stop? Nobody knew.
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A/N: One chapter only today. It's a big one though. I'm currently job hunting so I don't get much time to write during the day.
Also do you guys like the meetings and stuff? I like writing them, since it sets up the 'how' of things existing. I can stop doing them if you want me to.
Hope you all are having a good day so far!
Comments
IsekaiMeInTVD
❤️ Thank you for this wonderful moment.❤️
Zen Ferox
Thank you for the kind words! They’re my favorite to write, too.
Tibokas
Great chapter. The scenes with Stan Lee are always my favourites.
Zen Ferox
Haha, he do be like that.
Elle
I like them. Especially when Dan forces the big hot shots to do what HE wants cuz Dan has the real power in the room😂
