Brad Pitt and Famick Jensen got into Hans Whittle's car together, and although they sat in the back seat together, they both sat by the door, seemingly not wanting to have any contact with each other.

"Mr. Hans, can I use your mobile phone?" Brad Pitt thought for a moment, and thought it would be better to inform his agent about this.

Hans Whittle handed over the large brick next to him, Brad Pitt thanked him, then called his agent, Visa Cody, told him about it in front of Famick Jensen and Hans Whittle, and hung up.

Seeing the undisguised disdain on the face of Famick Jensen beside him, Brad Pitt really wanted to scold him in person: What qualifications do you, Bichi, who relies on men to take the position, despise me.

After an hour or so, three people arrived at the Firefly headquarters, and Brad Pitt's agent, Clarissa Cody, was already waiting outside. Hans Whittle said something to the front desk lady, and then led the three of them straight upstairs to Eric's office.

"Mr. Williams is auditioning for the actors, you need to wait a while, I have to go back beforehand. Hans Whittle said this, and gave an account to the secretary who had brought coffee to a few people, and quickly left, except that Eric had ordered Brad Pitt and Famick Jensen to come and see him, and Hans Whittle was not at all willing to 'observe' here.

After Hans Whittle and the secretary had left, Cherissa Cody and Brad Pitt, who were sitting on a large sofa, whispered to each other, and then looked at Famick Jensen opposite: "Miss Jensen, can you do me a favor?"

Famick Jensen was looking down boredly at the random magazines on the coffee table, she was not as troubled as Brad Pitt, after all, compared to Brad Pitt, who had been in Hollywood for seven or eight years. She's just a newcomer.

No matter what line of work, before encountering numerous setbacks, newcomers will always feel. I must have many, many opportunities to fail. If you miss it, you can do it again.

Hearing Shelisa Cody's words, Famick Jensen raised his head and looked at the petite but temperamental woman opposite, but did not speak.

"That's right, Miss Jensen, you really don't have anything to do with Brad, do you, wait a minute. Can you ......?"

"Don't worry, we don't have anything to do with each other, you don't have to worry about me talking nonsense," Famick Jensen said coldly, and lowered his head again.

Sherissa Cody was a little embarrassed, but continued to explain: "Miss Jensen, Brad is not like you, it is not easy for him to get this opportunity to play the leading role. ”

The girl clenched the hand of the magazine in her hand, but did not say anything more.

The scene fell silent.

……

"Thank you for the audition, Mr. Brosnan. We'll do our best to let you know the results," the assistant said to a handsome man who looked to be in his thirties in a spacious audition room.

Wait for the other person to leave. The two assistant directors beside Eric leaned over and asked, "Mr. Williams, how's it going?"

"Still no," Eric shook his head, drawing a cross behind Pierce Brosnan's list.

The actor of 007 really impressed him, after all, the other party has acted in four 007s in a row, and the era is very late, so he can't remember it or not. Although the other party's acting skills are good. The image is also very much in line with a bank manager, but Eric can't put it on Sam, the male protagonist of "Ghost Love".

"That's the case. We auditioned for nothing today," one assistant director complained with a laugh.

"There's no hurry. Take your time," Eric closed the folder in front of him and instructed his assistant to help him put it away, before he said to everyone: "Let's continue tomorrow, I still have some things, so I will leave first." ”

In addition to the audition room, Eric took the elevator to his office on the top floor, pushed the door in, and saw at a glance that the three people in the office were sitting there in two groups.

Seeing him come in, the three people in the office hurriedly stood up and said hello.

"It's okay, sit down," Eric waved his hand, saw Shelisa Cody, and smiled, "Ms. Cody, why are you here?" ”

Syrissa Cody smiled, "I'm fine. ”

Eric nodded noncommittally, walked to his desk to put out a newspaper, returned to the other sofa in the lounge area and sat down, spreading the newspaper on the coffee table in front of him.

"That's right, I ......"

As soon as Eric spoke, Brad Pitt blurted out again anxiously: "Mr. Williams, this time it is really a misunderstanding, I have nothing to do with Miss Jensen." ”

Eric frowned slightly, "What?"

"That's right, Mr. Williams," although Shelisa Cody blamed Brad Pitt for not being able to hold his breath, she still took Eric's question, and said: "Yesterday, when "The X-Files" was filming in Santa Monica, Brad and Ms. Jensen happened to arrive at the filming location together, parked the car and walked to the set together, this photo was secretly taken by the paparazzi at that time, this is actually a misunderstanding, the two of them have nothing to do with each other. ”

Eric looked at Brad Pitt and Cherissa Cody, who were desperate for clarification, and then turned to Famick Jensen.

Seeing Eric looking at her, the girl nodded reluctantly, "Yes, I have nothing to do with Mr. Pete, it's just a coincidence." ”

Eric closed the newspaper, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "Well, it doesn't seem like there's any need to talk about it anymore." Ms. Cody, Mr. Pitt, you may leave first. ”

Brad Pitt and Sherissa Cody were overjoyed, and knowing that Eric was not going to pursue these matters any longer, thanked him and quickly pushed the door and left.

After the two of them left, Eric walked to the coffee machine and poured two more cups of coffee, then returned to the couch and handed one to Famick Jensen.

The girl took a sip and glanced up at Eric quickly before whispering, "What are you going to do with me?"

"What?" said Eric, tired from a day, leaning back on the couch and not hearing the girl's voice for a moment.

"Humph," Famick Jensen snorted. With a faint feeling of broken cans: "I mean, what are you going to do with me?"

"Are you stimulated by something?" asked Eric, curiously at the decadence in the girl's tone.

"It's not all your fault. ...... girl" the girl muttered, but the last word was choked and not spoken.

Eric laughed. Squinting slightly, he exhaled and leaned on the sofa: "Come and help me rub my temples, I'm tired for a day and my head hurts." ”

After a while, a pair of slender fingers with a cool touch pressed it gently, and there was a different body fragrance from other women between Eric's nose, faint, very good.

"I would say, I saw the news in the newspaper this morning. I'm just calling you to be low-key, you don't believe it now, do you?" said Eric after a while.

The moving fingers paused, and soon rubbed them lightly again.

"Oh, you don't believe it, not even myself, but it's true. In the setting of this TV series, the hero and heroine will not come together until the end, and they have always maintained an ambiguous relationship, which is also a way to maintain ratings. If you come together in reality. Then it seems a little fake to be ambiguous in the TV series. That's why 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 that massaged Eric were much softer.

Eric then continued, as if muttering to himself: "I almost got into an argument with my partner in the morning, he felt that he didn't get enough, so he wanted more, always wanted more, people are greedy, and that's nothing." However, since you want more, you have to come out with the corresponding strength. How can he have that strength?"

"Janie left me some time ago, and he's my ...... The first woman. That turmoil, those. She chose to leave, in fact, it is true, but I always want to chase her back, even if it is like the villain in the story, build an ancient castle on the edge of the cliff, lock her in it, and raise her as a princess, I am a princess alone. ”

"I built a house by the sea, and I wanted to face the sea, and then I left one by one, and finally found that I was the only one facing the sea. The house is big and empty. ”

"I wanted too much, but I couldn't catch any of them, and I ran away in the end. I'm too lazy to catch it anymore, anyway, I'm always going to run away. Originally, I was really interested in you, you have long legs, and I like it very much. ”

"That's because you're too soft-hearted," I don't know why, although the girl's face was slightly red when she heard Eric's last words, she finally couldn't help but interject.

Eric was stunned for a moment and smiled: "Yes, I'm too soft-hearted, a bunch of little girlies, they all owe it to clean up." ”

The girl seemed to be choked for a moment, and then said, "Uh...... I retract what I just said. ”

Eric grabbed one of the girl's small hands, pulled Famick Jensen over, pulled him into his arms, and hugged him, and the girl obediently allowed the man to move, and gently pressed her face against Eric's chest.

"Have you seen "Smell the Fragrance and Know the Woman", I wrote the script. ”

After hesitating, the girl still denied it: "I haven't seen it, find time to take a look." ”

"Actually, I can tell the body fragrance of every woman I've ever been intimate, and now I remember yours too. ”

The girl scoffed, "That doesn't sound like a good thing, does it?"

"It seems, it's really not a good thing," Eric smiled self-deprecatingly, "How can it be a good thing to be in my eyes, it's hard for them to escape." ”

"Forehead ......"

"Look, since it's all like this, don't run away,"

"You have to try it, maybe you can escape, you won't be willing if you don't try, besides, how can any man possess so many women, at least, it's unlikely in this era, right?"

"No, you're wrong, it's entirely possible," Eric said.

The two chatted and chatted without looking for a margin, and before they knew it, time passed slowly, and Eric fell asleep with the woman in his arms.

When he woke up again, it was all dark outside, and he was covered with a lady's coat, Eric put the coat aside, stretched, and felt the light behind him, Eric turned around and saw Famick Jensen sitting behind his desk, looking down at a magazine quietly.

Sensing Eric wake up, the girl looked up and smiled, asking, "Have you slept well?"

"It's been a few days now," Eric asked, standing up.

The girl looked at the watch in her hand and said, "At seven twenty, the company's security guard knocked on the door just now, and I told them that you have something to do, and they didn't say anything more." ”

"Oh, why didn't you go back?" said Eric, nodding his head.

Farmik Jensen raised his eyebrows: "Do you want me to go back?"

"Well, when I didn't ask," Eric shrugged, "So, what's the plan for the evening?"

"If you hadn't called us here, I'd probably go clubbing with Brad Pitt, and now it's going to be out of fun. Maybe, if it's okay, I'll go back, wash and sleep, and then continue to work and film tomorrow. ”

"You didn't have a boyfriend before?" asked Eric curiously.

"I'm twenty-five years old, how can I not have a boyfriend," the girl said helplessly: "He's a photographer, but before he came to Los Angeles, they broke up." ”

"Oh," Eric nodded, "And what's next?"

"Huh?" the girl tapped the corners of her mouth, and when she saw the smile on Eric's face turn evil, she asked curiously, "What do you say?"

"Well, perhaps," Eric thought for a moment, turning his desk to the girl.

When Famic Jensen saw Eric's movements, he thought that the man was going to do something here, and shrunk his neck, but he didn't mean to dodge, but there was a little expectation in his eyes, yes, expectation.

However, the girl obviously misunderstood what Eric meant, and saw the man come to him, pull out a drawer, and get irritated in it, then took out a stack of invitations and something like that, and said with a smile: "Then we went to the party, we received so many invitations, and we have never been there." ”

"Ah......" The girl opened her mouth, but quickly looked at the dress on her body: "But, my current outfit is not suitable for participating in the pie duì, by the way, where is the pie duì held?"

"Most of it should be in Beverly Hills, you know, there are the most stars there," Eric said, flipping through a random sheet, which should have been received today: "How about this, Coppola's,"

"Francisco Coppola?" the girl asked, raising an eyebrow.

Eric nodded: "Yes, it's the Coppola who filmed "The Godfather", I'm also quite strange, how could I receive an invitation from their family," Eric looked at the invitation in his hand and confirmed: "Today, these things have always been handled by my assistant, but although I basically receive invitations every day, I have never been there." ”

"And I'm the first?" the girl raised an eyebrow.

Eric smiled, "yes, you're the first. (To be continued)