Yesterday, Cierra spent the whole day studying H Trust's employee handbook and the work responsibilities of a love manager. She also scheduled an appointment with the new client for today.
She stared at her laptop, googling for a long time, but still couldn't find much information about Basil, the director and producer. This might be due to his low-key personality or the fact that directors and producers always operated behind the scenes, unlike the highly exposed nature of actors.
"Basil, Basil." Cierra muttered to herself as she took a taxi to the Linkou studio. Although Cynthia insisted she could drive and had even bought a double B car on an installment plan with her first-year earnings, deep down, she was still a student who hadn't graduated from high school and didn't even have a motorcycle license. So, she didn't dare to risk crashing the garage door before even leaving the house. This made her feel that the lives of pedestrians were more at risk than her own.
As she muttered, she suddenly recalled that Basil was also the name of a renowned emperor in history, who apparently blinded many people. She snickered, losing any good impression of this "cruel" director.
After asking for directions, she finally stepped into the studio that looked like a dome. The inside of the studio was like a maze, making her almost lose her sense of direction.
On either side of a long corridor were different doors, some separated by transparent glass windows displaying rooms with various setups like IKEA, and some just had nameplates on the doors indicating the studio numbers.
Cierra held a business card with the director's assistant's name—Jakayla. Not wanting to wander around the vast studio like a headless fly, Cierra decisively decided to call Jakayla.
After the call connected, Cierra followed Jakayla's instructions and arrived at the entrance of Studio No. 5. It was a room with cement brick walls that obscured the interior. At the door stood a woman in a well-fitted, neat pantsuit, her style very simple and straightforward. She looked around thirty years old, with a heavily smoky makeup that made her true appearance hard to discern.
"I am Jakayla. Are you Cierra?" The woman walked up to Cierra. Although she deliberately restrained her gaze, Cierra still detected a sense of hostility.
"I am Cierra. nice to meet you, miss?" Since Cierra was still less than eighteen years old mentally, she subconsciously used formal language out of respect for the older woman.
Jakayla frowned deeply, as if the formal "Miss" were a century-old virus she couldn't touch. She curled her bright red lips and said with a slightly impatient and dismissive tone, "You're an important partner assigned by Mr. Logan. Just call me Jakayla. Mr. Mr. Logan is still in the studio. Follow me to the meeting room to rest for a bit."
Cierra nodded and silently followed Jakayla to the meeting room. Cierra prepared a cup of coffee for her and then excused herself, saying she had other things to attend to.
With nothing to do while waiting, Cierra picked up a film magazine from the shelf and started flipping through it. She happened to see a report in the latest issue featuring the top star—Lettie, a top girl star in film, television, and music.
So, the woman in the photos was Lettie? What a stroke of luck! The female lead from Cynthia's novel was right here!
Cierra carefully scrutinized each photo of Lettie from top to bottom, realizing she was a typical artificial beauty or had a very skilled personal makeup artist.
In the photos, Lettie's originally small eyes were made particularly captivating with delicate eyeliner. Her eyelashes were long and dense, and the shadows on the sides of her nose were applied so well that her nose looked tall and straight.
The contouring on her cheeks cleverly concealed her somewhat sharp and prominent cheekbones, making her originally slightly harsh face shape look very gentle and graceful, like a willow swaying in the wind. The photos were also heavily soft-focused, almost to the point of distortion, portraying her as a classical beauty straight out of the misty rainy of England.
Tsk, tsk, tsk. Cierra shook her head. So, this is what Basil prefers?
But she couldn't agree entirely. It seemed that Basil was another one of Cynthia's unlucky characters. Besides having a name that was the same as an ancient, he probably also had a poor brain and severe myopia, leading to questionable judgment. What kind of undesirable mindset did Cynthia have?
However, these were just Cierra's personal inner thoughts. After all, Lettie was a rare and popular top girl star in the eyes of the public. Her current resentment was simply because she couldn't stand being born as a supporting character. It was tragic enough to cross into a book as a supporting character!
Thinking of this, she inexplicably felt resentment towards Cynthia again. Damn it! If Cynthia weren't her biological mother, she would have cursed her out without holding back.
She continued reading the report, which mentioned that Lettie debuted at twenty and held a ten-year anniversary concert at the T City Arena last year, with all concerts sold out and scalper tickets being sold at record high prices.
If only Cynthia had switched her and the female lead's names in the novel from the start. She would rather be a super top girl star with mismatched looks and talent in film, TV, and music than be this so-called one-in-a-million love bounty hunter in the Northeast of this country.
Although the meeting room was cool, Cierra felt extremely restless. She impatiently tapped her long, slender finger on the table, feeling like a helpless boat drifting towards an unknown destination.
When Basil pushed the door open, the scene he saw was this beautiful woman lowering her head.
