Basil clenched his teeth and fists unconsciously. He feared that if he let go, his hands might impulsively strangle this little woman.
But Cierra didn't notice Basil's murderous look at all and continued speaking:
"I have two ideas for you to consider. One is that I act as your assistant, handling the contact with Lettie. Aren't you a producer as well? Why not cast her in a production?"
Women generally can't resist two things in this world: handsome men and lots of money. Cierra found it hard to understand. By all accounts, Basil had money, outstanding abilities, and unparalleled looks. How did he end up needing to hire a love bounty hunter to help with his romantic pursuits?
Could it be that he had some secret ailment?
At the thought, she fell silent. If Basil had a condition worse than OCD or paranoia, like a violent tendency or, god forbid, impotence... could she refuse the case?
Even if Lettie wasn't very likable to her, she was still the heroine in Cynthia's novel. Aside from being a bit cunning and possibly vain, these weren't fatal flaws. A woman's life could be ruined by the wrong man.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Basil found it strange. Why did this woman's gaze suddenly change?
"Nothing. What do you think of my proposal?" Cierra snapped out of her thoughts and put on a serious face.
"Not suitable. I already have an assistant, and Basil's style doesn't match my current productions. So, this proposal is off the table," Basil shook his head, lowering his beautiful, narrow eyes. "Tell me your second idea."
Cierra resisted the urge to roll her eyes, screaming internally. How could their styles not match? Lettie would be perfect for a grand historical drama! For the woman he loves, it would be worth spending big money to tailor a new show for her.
But the situation was beyond her control. She dared to think but feared she wouldn't live to finish speaking, so she shelved this idea for now.
"My second proposal is that I pretend to be your girlfriend, confidante, or crazy admirer to provoke her competitive nature. This way, we can help you get closer to her and create opportunities to heat up your relationship."
The second method was a bit far-fetched, but Basil didn't comment immediately after hearing it. He fell into deep thought, looking like a perfect statue.
"Mr. Logan, can you tell me what's wrong with this idea? First, we aim for something feasible, then strive for excellence. Step-by-step progress is the key to wooing someone." Cierra noticed her forehead was sweating. The room was cool, but she felt cold to her core.
She swore that if Basil continued to be so unresponsive, she would quit!
"Do you have a better suggestion?" She decided to throw the question back to the boss. The client is always right, and she would follow the boss's lead.
Just as the long-silent Basil seemed about to speak, a knock came from outside.
"Mr. Logan, the next scene is ready." It was Jakayla.
Basil quickly got up, regaining his earlier aura. He walked arrogantly toward the door and instructed Jakayla, who was waiting outside, "Have Darnell help Miss Howard with her styling and put it on the company's account. Also—"
He turned to look at Cierra, his eyes sharp as an arrow. "Your name is Cierra, right?"
Cierra lowered her eyes and softly said yes, feeling aggrieved. Forgetting so quickly, Basil was indeed an important person, and important people tend to be forgetful!
Basil nodded and said coldly, "Give me your phone."
Cierra obediently took out her phone from her bag and handed it to Basil. He operated it briefly and returned it to her. "This is my number. Save it."
Cierra nodded silently, still feeling bewildered and completely confused about the situation.
"I have an idea in mind. I'll contact you once it's more concrete." With that, the director turned and walked away without paying her any more attention.
She was dumbfounded! How could he just leave like that? Did he have no manners? And why did he arrange for her styling? Did he think she wasn't presentable enough, or was there another reason? Her head started to ache. Communicating with this fictional man from Cynthia's novel was really difficult!
"Let's go." The reluctance on Jakayla's face was obvious and undisguised.
"Go? Where are we going?" Cierra felt completely confused by this boss and his assistant.
She was a transmigrated character, new to this world and unable to grasp the plot's direction, let alone the thoughts of all the characters in the story, making her feel utterly miserable.
Jakayla gave her a disdainful look and sneered, "Just follow me."
The obvious hostility made Cierra suspect that this assistant had a crush on her boss for a long time. Having a crush on the boss wasn't a big deal, but treating people so weirdly was definitely her fault!
But she thought Jakayla was just an insignificant character in Cynthia's novel, so she didn't pay much attention to it. She followed Jakayla out of the meeting room, turned a few corners, and stopped at the door of a dressing room. Jakayla knocked and then pushed the door open.
"Darnell, Mr. Logan specifically asked you to help Miss Howard with her styling."
A man with dyed blond hair was initially facing away from them, helping someone with their makeup. He only turned around when he heard Jakayla's voice.
"Wow, where did Director Han find this fairy?" Darnell's skin was very fair, his features delicate, and his tone completely exaggerated.
"Your surname is Howard? What's your name?" Darnell had already walked closer, scrutinizing her carefully.
The perfume Darnell was wearing wasn't strong, but since she wasn't used to perfume, and the people around her didn't use it either, her nose itched a bit. She wanted to sneeze but was embarrassed, so she held back the discomfort, and her voice sounded especially muffled. "My name is Cierra."
"Cyra? What a special name." Darnell's young face instantly bloomed into a smile. He enthusiastically took her hand and led her to another seat at the styling table.
"Darnell, you haven't finished my styling yet," the girl who was in the middle of getting her makeup done called out coyly.
"Oh right, how could I forget!" Darnell slapped his forehead, then smiled apologetically at her. "Cyra, wait a moment. I'll finish her styling first, then I'll come to help you."
Cierra: "........" Who is Cyra?
