My Life in Hollywood C23 Hilarious Rip-off (Patreon)

Time flew by. Marcus spent his days developing Netflicks with Ryan and Arya while juggling school. At the pace they were going, they'd finish well before the six-month deadline.

On March 15th, Marcus received his second payment from Summit—the remaining $185,000.

This time, Nathan helped him find an accountant. Marcus learned quickly that handling this kind of money wasn't simple. He needed someone who knew the tax code inside and out—someone who could help him take every legal deduction, structure his income properly, and file quarterly estimates so the IRS wouldn't hit him with penalties.

A good accountant could save him thousands by knowing which expenses were deductible and how to time his income properly.

Nathan had been right about not dodging taxes.

But Marcus still felt the sting. 'If only I were a billionaire,' he thought bitterly.

In his previous life—and probably in this one too—the ultra-rich barely paid taxes. They got paid in stock options instead of cash, borrowed against those assets, and lived off loans. Technically zero income. Technically no taxes. Completely legal.

Meanwhile, here he was, a sixteen-year-old kid getting a massive chunk taken out of his check.

Moving on.

Netflicks was coming together. After weeks of work, the website was functional—you could upload a video, stream it, create an account. But it wasn't ready for launch yet. They still needed a Content Delivery Network to handle streaming traffic, a proper domain, SSL certificates for security, and reliable web hosting.

All of that cost money. Thousands of dollars.

Fortunately, Marcus had the budget now.

But before he could officially launch, he needed to establish an actual company. That meant registration, trademarks, all the legal paperwork.

Arya had been surprisingly helpful with this. She'd researched trademark searches online and found that "Netflicks" wasn't taken. She immediately reserved the name.

But there was a problem: Marcus was only sixteen. He couldn't legally register a company on his own.

He needed Nathan's help.

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"Wait—you want to start a company now?" Nathan stared at him across the kitchen table.

The kid kept surprising him. First, he'd wanted to make a movie—ridiculous at the time, but somehow Marcus had turned $15,000 into $370,000. Nathan had assumed his son would ride that momentum and become a filmmaker.

Now he was asking to register a business?

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