This time, the theme was a breakthrough, whether it was the action movie starring the female lead or the use of a newcomer like Theron, who had no prior experience in action films. It inevitably brought some pressure to her. Moreover, choosing Quentin's iconic work was a risky attempt. If any part of the movie wasn't handled well, it could spell disaster.
She watched the movie and felt that she had done a great job, but who knows what the audience thinks? This was why she stayed in the office instead of going to the shooting location, spending her time reading newspapers and searching for feedback online.
"Alright," Demi noted her request and was about to make a call to postpone the interview.
"Demi," Laila stopped her, "if you have no other plans, would you like to join us for dinner? Roy mentioned a very nice Chinese restaurant."
Roy's face immediately darkened.
Demi hesitated for a moment, but realizing it was a rare invitation from the boss and an opportunity to strengthen their relationship, she was inclined to accept. However, when she saw Roy's expression, she changed her words tactfully, "I'm afraid not today. I still have some work to wrap up."
Roy's expression brightened immediately.
"Really? That's a shame." Laila picked up her coat and put it on her arm: "Just take a good rest after work."
Demi smiled and said, "Okay." She watched as both of them left the office and breathed a sigh of relief. But were they just putting on a show for publicity? Why did she feel that there was no hint of pretense in their interactions?
As they got into the car, Laila suddenly burst into laughter.
Roy, driving the car, wondered, "What's so funny? You seemed exhausted just a moment ago."
Laila smiled mischievously at him, "Isn't Demi beautiful?"
"Decent," Roy replied. Even though he had joined the company relatively recently, he had quickly become friends with everyone, and he had heard the story about Demi and the previous boss.
How could Demi, the secretary chosen by the previous boss, not be beautiful? It was a choice made by a man who prided himself on being romantic and charming, after all, and had seen countless Hollywood beauties.
"If you plan to date her, I won't object. But before that, it's best to put an end to our rumors, and be prepared to keep your relationship discreet..."
Laila had just seen the smile Roy had directed at Demi, one that he hadn't even shown her, and she could guess that he was interested in Demi, right?
Roy listened with his eyes wide open and almost drove onto the sidewalk.
No, this couldn't be. This misunderstanding had to be cleared up!
He abruptly stopped the car on the side of the road and asked, "What are you talking about? When did I plan to date Demi?"
"You're just pretending! I saw you smiling at her earlier," Laila patted his shoulder, "Don't worry, I'm not an unreasonable boss. As long as you don't reveal your relationship for now, you can date whomever you want. When your fame is enough to support your career in the future, you can marry whoever you like."
Roy clenched his teeth so hard they squeaked, and he said word by word, "Just because I smiled doesn't mean I like her!'
Laila looked at him doubtfully: "Isn't it? I'm really not a harsh boss. I don't care who you want to date." It doesn't matter! Roy wanted to vomit blood. No, this issue must be made clear, otherwise, he doubts whether he can achieve his wish before dying of anger.
Quickly driving the car to the destination, he pulled Laila into the reserved box under the guidance of the waiter. After the dishes were all served, he pretended to ask casually: "If you were looking for a boyfriend, what kind of person would you ideally be?"
Laila didn't expect that he would ask such a question and said directly: "I didn't think about it. Find a boyfriend."
This was not the answer he wanted.
"Do you plan to be single for the rest of your life?"
"That's not the case." Laila shrugged: "My mind is now full of work and making movies. Do you think I still have time to date someone?"
"What if you were looking for a boyfriend, what type would you prefer?" Roy suppressed the anxiety in his heart and asked again. If he didn't get a result today, he might not even be able to sleep.
Laila thought for a while: "First of all, I can't look too good, otherwise I will feel very insecure. If my things are touched by others, I will lose interest. You know, people who are too handsome will be more carefree." She glanced at him: "For example, you."
Roy almost spit out a mouthful of old blood: "When did I get distracted!"
"Don't tell me you didn't! I remember very clearly the time when you and Leonardo treated the Victoria's Secret models like a harem," Laila said, leaving Roy feeling heavy-hearted. Back then, hadn't he not yet realized that she had settled into his heart? If he had known, he would have stayed far away from that womanizer, Leonardo!
Laila didn't see the "about to crash into a wall" expression on his face and continued, "Besides, good-looking people don't need to be unfaithful. Take a look at me now, I'm quite well-behaved, right?"
Roy couldn't believe what he was hearing. If he wanted to, he could probably change his appearance to be less attractive, but would she agree to it? She was always saying she wanted to push him to the top of Hollywood; even when they fought, she always made sure his face wasn't injured. And yet, the primary condition she listed for a boyfriend was that he couldn't be too handsome. What kind of bizarre theory was this?
Laila, however, was unfazed by his words. "Being good-looking doesn't necessarily mean being unfaithful, and being unattractive doesn't guarantee fidelity either. I know that. But you can't deny that good-looking people face more temptations. With more temptations, how many people can guarantee they'll stay true to their initial intentions?"
Roy wanted to say something more but suddenly remembered the stories he had heard about her father's achievements. Suddenly, he felt like he understood something.