Brad Pitt and Famke Janssen got into Hans Whittle's car together. Although they sat together in the back row, they both sat by the door at the same time, and neither seemed to want to have any contact with each other. .
"Mr. Hans, may I use your mobile phone?" Brad Pitt thought for a while, and thought it would be better to inform his agent about this matter.
Hans Whittle handed over the big brick next to him, Brad Pitt thanked him, and then called his agent Sherissa Cody, in front of Famke Jansen and Han In the face of S. Whittle, he talked about the matter, and then hung up the phone.
Seeing the undisguised disdain on Famke Jansen's face beside him, Brad Pitt really wanted to scold him face to face: You, a bitch who relies on men for power, have no right to despise me.
After more than an hour, the three of them arrived at the Firefly headquarters. Brad Pitt's agent Sherissa Cody was already waiting outside. Hans Whittle said something to the front desk lady, and then led the three of them directly upstairs to Eric's office.
"Mr. Williams is auditioning for an actor, you need to wait for a while, I have to go back first." Hans Whittle said, explained to the secretary who served coffee for several people, and left quickly Yes, Ai Rui≦♂, Ke just ordered Brad Pitt and Famke Jansen to come to see him. Hans Whittle is not willing to 'listen' here at all.
After Hans Whittle and the secretary left, Sherissa Cody and Brad Pitt, who were sitting on a big sofa, whispered to each other, and then looked at Famke Jansen across the way: "Jason Miss, can you do me a favor?"
Famke Jansen was looking down at the random magazines on the coffee table. She is not as worried about gains and losses as Brad Pitt. after all. Compared to Brad Pitt, who has been in Hollywood for seven or eight years, she is still a newcomer.
No matter which line of work, before encountering countless setbacks, newcomers will always feel that they must have many, many opportunities. If they fail or miss it, they will start all over again.
Hear what Sherissa Cody said. Famke Jansen raised his head and looked at the petite but very temperamental woman opposite, but he didn't speak.
"That's right, Miss Johnson, you really have nothing to do with Brad, right? Then wait a minute, can you..."
"Don't worry, we have nothing to do with each other, you don't have to worry about me talking nonsense," Famke Jansen said coldly. He lowered his head again.
Xie Lisa Cody was a little embarrassed, but continued to explain: "Miss Jason, Brad is not like you, it is not easy for him to get the leading role this time."
The girl tightly held the magazine in her hand, but said nothing.
The scene suddenly fell silent.
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"Thank you for your audition, Mr. Brosnan, we will inform you of the result as soon as possible," the assistant said to a handsome man in his thirties in a spacious audition room.
When the other party left, the two assistant directors beside Eric came over and asked, "Mr. Williams, how are you?"
"It still doesn't work," Eric shook his head, and crossed Pierce Brosnan's list.
The actor who played 007 made a deep impression on him. After all, the other party played four 007 movies in a row, and they were all very late, so he couldn't remember it. Although the other party's acting skills are good, and the image is very suitable for a bank manager, but Eric can't put it on Sam, the hero of "Ghost Love".
"In this case, we will get nothing in today's audition," an assistant director complained with a smile.
"No hurry, take your time," Eric closed the folder in front of him, ordered his assistant to put it away for him, and then said to everyone: "Continue tomorrow, I still have some things to do, so I'm leaving first."
Except for the audition room, Eric took the elevator to his office on the top floor, pushed the door in, and saw three people in the office sitting there clearly divided into two groups.
Seeing him come in, the three people in the office quickly stood up and greeted him.
"It's okay, sit down." Eric waved his hand, saw Sherissa Cody, and smiled: "Ms. Cody, why are you here?"
Sherissa Cody smiled and said, "I'm just fine."
Eric nodded noncommittally, walked to his desk and put out a newspaper, went back to another sofa in the rest area and sat down, and spread the newspaper on the coffee table in front of him.
"It's like this, I..."
As soon as Eric spoke, Brad Pitt blurted out anxiously again: "Mr. Williams, this time it was really a misunderstanding. I have nothing to do with Miss Johnson."
Eric frowned slightly: "What?"
"It's like this, Mr. Williams," Sherissa Cody blamed Brad Pitt for being impatient, but she still took Eric's question and said, "Yesterday, "X-Files" was held in Santa Monica. During the filming, Brad and Ms. Jansen happened to arrive at the filming location together. After parking their car, they walked towards the set together. This photo was secretly taken by the paparazzi at that time. It was actually a misunderstanding. The two of them did not know each other. what relationship."
Eric looked at Brad Pitt and Sherissa Cody, who were eager to clarify, and then turned to Famke Jansen.
Seeing Eric looking at her, the girl nodded reluctantly and said: "Yes, I have nothing to do with Mr. Pete, it's just a coincidence."
Eric closed the newspaper, shrugged, and said, "Well, it seems that there is no need to talk any further. Ms. Cody, Mr. Pete, you can leave now."
Brad Pitt and Sherissa Cody were overjoyed, knowing that Eric didn't plan to pursue these matters any more, thanked them, and quickly opened the door and left.
After the two left, Eric went to the coffee machine and refilled two cups of coffee, returned to the sofa again, and handed a cup to Famke Jansen.
The girl picked it up and took a sip, looked up at Eric quickly, and said softly, "What are you going to do with me?"
"What?" Eric was tired all day. Just leaned on the sofa. The girl's voice was not heard clearly for a while.
"Hmph." Famke Jansen snorted softly, with a faint emotion of breaking the pot: "I mean, what are you going to do with me?"
"Did you get stimulated by something?" Eric asked curiously when he heard the decadence in the girl's tone.
"It's not all your fault, bastard..." the girl muttered, but she choked on the last word.
Eric smiled, squinted his eyes and exhaled and leaned on the sofa: "Come and rub my temples, please. I've been tired all day. My head hurts."
A moment later, a pair of cool slender fingers pressed it gently, and Eric also had a body fragrance that was different from other women's body fragrance from Eric's nostrils, which was faint and pleasant.
"If I said that I saw the news in the newspaper this morning, I just called you to explain it and keep a low profile. You must not believe it now, right?" Eric said suddenly after a while.
The fingers that were moving paused for a while, and then rubbed them lightly again.
"Oh. You definitely don't believe it, even I don't believe it myself. But it's true. In the setting of this TV series, the hero and heroine will not get together until the end, and they will always maintain an ambiguous relationship. The way of ratings. If you get together in real life, it will be a bit fake to be ambiguous in TV dramas. So, I want you to keep a low profile and try not to be discovered by the paparazzi."
The girl still didn't speak, but the fingers massaging Eric were much softer.
Eric went on to speak again, as if muttering to himself: "I almost had an argument with my partner in the morning. He felt that he didn't get enough, so he wanted more, always wanted more, people It’s all greedy, it’s actually nothing. But since you want more, you have to show the corresponding strength, how can he have that strength?”
"Jenny left me some time ago, he is my... the first woman, that turmoil, those bad things, she chose to leave, it is actually right, but I always want to get her back, even to the story Like the big villain in the movie, build an old castle on the edge of the cliff, lock her inside, and raise her as a princess, my own princess."
"I built a house by the sea. I wanted to face the sea and the flowers bloom in spring. Then, everyone left. Finally, I found that I was the only one facing the sea. The house was too big and empty."
"I want too much, but I can't catch any of them, and finally run away. I don't even bother to catch, anyway, I always have to run away. I was really interested in you, your legs are very long , I like long-legged beauties very much."
"That's why you are too soft-hearted," the girl couldn't help interjecting even though she blushed slightly when she heard the second half of Eric's words.
Eric was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Yeah, I'm too soft-hearted, a bunch of little bastards, they all need to be cleaned up."
The girl choked for a moment: "Okay... I take back what I just said."
Eric grabbed the girl's small hand, pulled Famke Jansen over, and hugged him around the waist. The girl obediently let the man move, and gently pressed her face against Eric's. chest.
"Have you watched "Scent of a Woman"? I wrote that script."
After hesitating for a while, the girl still denied it and said, "I haven't seen it, I'll go and see it when I find time."
"Actually, I can distinguish the body fragrance of every woman I've ever been intimate with, and now I remember yours too."
The girl laughed and said, "This doesn't sound like a good thing, does it?"
"It seems that it's really not a good thing," Eric smiled self-deprecatingly: "How could it be a good thing to be seen by me, it's hard for them to escape."
"Forehead… "
"Look, since it's all like this, don't run away either,"
"Always try, maybe you can escape. If you don't try, you will never be reconciled. Besides, how can any man want to possess so many women? At least, it's not possible in this age."
"No, you're wrong, it's entirely possible," Eric said.
The two chatted without looking for margins, and before they knew it, time slowly passed, and Eric fell asleep with the woman in his arms.
When I woke up again, it was already dark outside, and I was covered with a women's coat. Eric put the coat aside, stretched, and felt that there was a light behind him. Eric turned around, I saw Famke Jansen sitting behind his desk, looking down at a magazine quietly.
Noticing the movement ahead, the girl raised her head: "Are you awake?"
"Well," Eric stood up, moved his neck, which was a little uncomfortable from sleeping on the sofa, and asked, "What time is it?"
The girl looked at the watch in her hand against the desk lamp: "At 7:20, you only slept for two hours. The company's security guard just knocked on the door. I told them that you have something to do, and they left."
"Oh, why didn't you leave?" Eric asked casually.
The girl raised her beautiful eyebrows: "Do you want me to go back?"
"Well, when I didn't ask," Eric shrugged: "So, what are the plans for the evening?"
"If you didn't call us over, I've promised Brad Pitt to go clubbing at night. If it feels good, maybe something will happen. But it's definitely out of play now, so if there is nothing else, maybe I will go home, wash and sleep, and wake up tomorrow dressed up and go to filming."
"Didn't you have a boyfriend?" Eric asked curiously.
"Please, I'm already twenty-five years old, how could I not have a boyfriend," the girl said helplessly, "He is a photographer, but when we came to Los Angeles, we broke up."
"Oh," Eric nodded, and continued, "Then... what's next?"
"Huh?" The girl blinked her eyes a few times quickly, and saw Eric's smile became evil, with inexplicable expectations in her heart: "What do you think?"
Eric thought for a moment, then walked around the desk to the girl and said, "Well, maybe we can..."
Seeing Eric's movements, Famke Jansen thought that the man was going to do something here, and shrank his neck reflexively, but soon he boldly raised his chest, twisted his waist slightly, and put his hands on the ground. On his knees, he posed in a slightly seductive pose.
But the girl obviously misunderstood what Eric meant, and the man came to her, pulled out a small drawer behind the desk, and took out a stack of things from it, which seemed to be invitations: "Then let's go to the party , I often receive invitations, I have never been there, these are sent by my assistant for me, I will see if there are any today."
Looking at Eric who looked down at the invitations one by one, the girl relaxed her body in disappointment, and said, "But, the clothes on me are not suitable for parties?"
Eric looked up, and the girl was wearing a light gray shirt at this time, with loose trousers and shiny leather boots on her lower body, which looked like a man's: "I saw you last time. You, you don't seem to be wearing these, do you?"
"This is a costume, okay? Boss, you gave an order, and we were dragged here before we even had time to change our clothes." The girl complained dissatisfied.
"Oh, I remember, it seems that the makeup photo is indeed like this, well, it's my fault for calling you here in such a hurry, I will give you a dress later," Eric said casually, and continued to look down. I found it.
The girl opened her mouth, wanting to refuse, but she didn't say anything in the end. Anyway, this man is not short of money.
"By the way, where are those parties held? I live in Burbank now. I'm afraid it's too late..." The girl whispered, her voice became quieter. She might not be able to escape tonight, and she didn't seem to want to escape either. , or left before.
"Beverly Hills, it's usually there, you know, there are the most stars living there," Eric said, and finally turned out one: "How about this, Coppola's, it just happens to be today night."
"Francis Coppola?"
Eric nodded: "Yes, it's the one who filmed the "Godfather" series. I'm also quite surprised, how could I receive an invitation card from their family? Oh, it seems that Alan reminded me specifically in the morning, but I I didn't take it to heart, I've never been to this type of invitation."
"So, I'm the first?" The girl raised her eyebrows.
Eric smiled: "Yes, you are the first." (To be continued...)