Brad Pitt and Famick Jensen got into Hans Whitel's car together. Although they sat in the back row together, they both sat against the door, and they didn't seem to want to have any contact with each other.

"Mr. Hans, can you use your mobile phone?" Brad Pitt thought for a while, thinking that it would be better to notify his agent about this.

Hans Whittle handed over the big brick placed next to him. Brad Pitt thanked him, then called the agent Xie Lisa Cody, and told the matter in front of Famick Janssen and Hans Whittle, and then hung up the phone.

Seeing the undisguised contempt on Famik Jansen's face beside him, Brad Pitt really wanted to curse in person: What qualifications do you, Bichi, who relies on a man, have to despise me?

After more than an hour, three people came to Firefly Headquarters. Brad Pitt's agent Chelisa Cody was already waiting outside. Hans Whittle said something to the front desk lady, and then took the three people straight upstairs to Eric's office.

"Mr. Williams is auditioning for the actors. You need to wait a moment. I'll go back in advance." Hans Whittle said, explaining to the secretary who served coffee to several people, and soon left. Eric just ordered Brad Pitt and Famick Jansen to come to see him. Hans Whittle was not willing to "listen" here at all.

After Hans Whittle and his secretary left, Shelisa Cody, who was sitting on a large sofa, whispered to Brad Pitt, and then looked at Famick Jansen opposite him: "Miss Jansen, can you do a favor?"

Famick Jensen was originally looking down at the random magazines on the coffee table, she was not as worried as Brad Pitt. After all, compared to Brad Pitt who had been fighting in Hollywood for seven or eight years, she was just a newcomer.

No matter which industry, before encountering countless setbacks, newcomers always feel that they must have many opportunities and failures. If they miss it, they will start over.

Hearing Xie Lisa Cody's words, Famick Jensen raised his head and looked at the petite but elegant woman opposite him, but did not speak.

"That's right, Miss Jansen, you really have nothing to do with Brad, right? So wait. Can you..."

"Don't worry, we have nothing to do with it. Don't worry about me talking nonsense," Famick Jensen said coldly, then lowered his head.

Chelisa Cody was a little embarrassed, but continued to explain: "Miss Jansen, Brad is not like you. It is not easy for him to get the chance to be a male lead this time."

The girl held the magazine's hand tightly, but said nothing.

The scene suddenly became silent.

...

"Thank you for your audition, Mr. Brosnan. We will inform you of the results as soon as possible," said the assistant to a handsome man who looked in his thirties in his spacious audition room.

When the other party left, the two deputy directors around Eric came over and asked, "Mr. Williams, how about it?"

"It's still not possible," Eric shook his head and drew a fork behind Pierce Brosnan's list.

The 007 actor impressed him a little deeper. After all, the other party has acted in four 007 movies in a row, and it was very late, so it wouldn't be possible to remember it. Although the other party's acting skills are good and his image is very suitable for a bank manager, Eric can't even put it on Sam, the male lead in "The Love of Man and Ghost".

"In this way, we won't get anything in our audition today," a deputy director complained with a laugh.

"Don't hurry. Take your time," Eric closed the folder in front of him and asked his assistant to help him collect it, before saying to everyone: "Let's continue tomorrow. I have some things to do, so I'll leave first."

In addition to the audition room, Eric came to his office on the top floor by taking the elevator. When he pushed the door open, he saw three people in the office sitting clearly in 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 Xielisa Cody, and smiled: "Ms. Cody, why are you here?"

Xie Lisa Cody smiled and said, "I just happened to be fine."

Eric nodded without comment, walked to his desk and put out a newspaper. He returned to another 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 anxiously again: "Mr. Williams, this time it's really a misunderstanding. I have nothing to do with Miss Jensen."

Eric frowned slightly: "What?"

"That's right, Mr. Williams," Chelisa Cody blamed Brad Pitt for not being able to hold back, but she still took over Eric's question and said: "When X-Files were filmed in Santa Monica yesterday, Brad and Ms. Jensen happened to arrive at the shooting location together. After parking the car, they walked to the set together. This photo was secretly photographed by paparazzi at that time. This is actually a misunderstanding. They have nothing to do with each other."

Eric looked at Brad Pitt and Shelisa Cody who were eager to clarify, and then turned to Famick Jansen.

When the girl saw Eric looking at her, she nodded reluctantly and said, "Yes, I have nothing to do with Mr. Pitt, it's just a coincidence."

Eric closed the newspaper, shrugged, and said, "Well, it seems that there is no need to continue talking. Ms. Cody, Mr. Pete, you can leave first."

Brad Pitt and Shelisa Cody were both happy. Knowing that Eric didn't plan to pursue these things again, he thanked him and quickly pushed the door and left.

When the two left, Eric walked to the coffee machine and poured two more cups of coffee, returned to the sofa again, handed one to Famick Jensen.

The girl picked it up and took a sip, looked up and glanced at Eric quickly, and then said softly: "What should you do with me?"

"What?" Eric was tired for a day and just leaned against the sofa, but couldn't hear the girl's voice clearly.

"Hmph," Famick Jansen snorted lightly, with a faint feeling of throwing apart: "I mean, what do you want to do with me?"

"Are you excited?" Eric asked curiously when he heard the decadent in the girl's tone.

"It's all your fault. You're just trash..." the girl muttered, but she grabbed the last word and didn't say it.

Eric smiled, narrowed his eyes and leaned on the sofa: "Come and help me rub my temples, okay? I've been tired for a day and my head hurts a little."

After a moment, a pair of cold and slender fingers gently pressed up, and a strange body fragrance from Eric's nose also came from the wings of other women, which was faint and pleasant to smell.

"If I said that I saw the news in the newspaper this morning, I just called you to give me a low profile, you must not believe it now, right?" After a while, Eric suddenly said.

The fingers that were moving paused and soon started to rub them gently again.

"Ha, you definitely don't believe it, even I don't believe it myself, but this is true. In the setting of this TV series, the male and female protagonists will not come together until the end. They will always maintain an ambiguous relationship, which is also a way to maintain a rating. If you get together in reality, then it will seem a bit fake in the TV series. Therefore, I want you to keep a low profile and try not to be discovered by paparazzi."

The girl still didn't say anything. However, her fingers that massaged Eric were much softer.

Eric then started talking, as if muttering to himself: "I almost started arguing with my partner in the morning. He felt that he didn't get enough, so he wanted more, always wanted more, and people were greedy, which was nothing. But since he wanted more, he had to show the corresponding strength. How could he have that strength?"

"Jane left me some time ago, he was my...the first woman. She chose to leave that storm, those messy things, and it was actually true that she chose to leave, but I always wanted to chase her back, even like the villain in the story, build an ancient castle on the edge of the cliff, lock her up, and raise her alone, and I am the princess."

"I built a house by the sea, trying to face the sea, and the flowers bloomed. Then, they all left one by one, and finally found that I was the only one facing the sea. The house was too big and empty."

"I wanted too much, but I couldn't catch any of them, so I ran away in the end. I was too lazy to catch them anymore. Anyway, I always had to run away. I was really interested in you. Your legs are very long, and I liked them very much."

"That's because you're too soft-hearted," for some reason, the girl's face turned slightly red when she heard Eric's last words, but she finally couldn't help but interrupt.

Eric was stunned for a moment and smiled: "Yes, I'm so soft-hearted, all the little girls need to be cleaned up."

The girl seemed to be choking and then said, "Uh... I'll take back what I just said."

Eric grabbed one of the girl's little hands, pulled Famik Jansen over, pulled it into his arms and hugged it in his waist. The girl obediently let the man move, gently pressing her face against Eric's chest.

"Have you read "Smelling the Scent of the Scent"? I wrote that script."

After hesitating, the girl denied it: "I haven't seen it before, find time to check it out."

"Actually, I can tell the body fragrance of every woman I have been close to, and now I remember yours."

The girl laughed and said, "This doesn't sound like a good thing, does it?"

"It seems that it is not a good thing," Eric smiled self-deprecatingly: "How can it be a good thing for me to fall in love with? 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 will never be willing to do it if you don't try it. Besides, no man wants to possess so many women. At least, it is unlikely in this era, right?"

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

The two of them chatted without looking for a marginal matter. Before they knew it, time passed slowly, and Eric hugged the woman and fell asleep.

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

Feeling Eric wake up, the girl raised her head and smiled, and asked, "Have you been sleeping?"

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

The girl looked at the watch in her hand and said, "At 7:20, the company's security guard just now came to knock on the door. I told them that you have something to do, so they didn't say anything more."

"Oh, why haven't you gone back?" Eric nodded and then asked subconsciously.

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

"Well, when I didn't ask," Eric shrugged: "So, are there any arrangements for the evening?"

"If you didn't call us, I would probably go to the bar with Brad Pitt. Now, there will be no chance. Maybe if it's okay, I'll go back, take a shower, and then continue to work and film tomorrow."

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

"I'm twenty-five years old, okay? How could I not have a boyfriend?" the girl said helplessly: "He is a photographer, but he broke up before coming to Los Angeles."

"Oh," Eric nodded: "What's next?"

"Hmm?" The girl knocked on the corner of her mouth. Seeing the smile on Eric's face turned evil, she asked curiously: "What do you think,"

"Okay, maybe," Eric thought for a while, turned around the desk and came to the girl.

Famick Jensen saw Eric's movements and thought the man was going to do something here. He shrank his neck but did not mean to dodge. Instead, he had a little expectation in his eyes. Yes, expectation.

However, the girl obviously misunderstood Eric's meaning. She saw the man coming to him, pulling a drawer, getting upset inside, then taking out a stack of invitations and saying with a smile: "Then let's go to the party and have received so many invitations, but I have never been there before."

"Ah..." The girl opened her mouth, but quickly looked at her dress: "But, this outfit is not suitable for partying now. By the way, where is the party held?"

"Most of them should be in Beverly Hills, you know, there are the most stars there. "Eric said, and he flipped it out casually, and he probably received it today: "How about this, Coppola's,"

"Francisco Coppola?" the girl asked with a raised eyebrows.

Eric nodded: "Yes, it's the Coppola who filmed "The Godfather". I'm quite surprised, how could I receive an invitation from their family?" Eric looked through the invitation post in his hand and confirmed: "I have always been my assistant to deal with these things today. However, although I basically receive invitations every day, I have never been there."

"Then I'm the first one?" the girl raised her eyebrows.
Chapter completed!