Click-clack-click-clack. The sound of heels was like Megan's battle march. The moment she saw Leon, she unceremoniously rolled her eyes, waved her hand, and left her assistant outside the door.
"Long time no see, Miss Megan. You are still so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off you." Leon gallantly took the trench coat from Megan and hung it on the rack. "Want something? Coffee? Or maybe you'd prefer black tea?"
"No need." Megan shrugged. Under the trench coat was a large expanse of exposed beautiful back.
Due to her long-term passion for tanning, her skin wasn't as fair as other Hollywood actresses, but every inch exuded an aura of health and wildness.
As if returning to her own home, she picked a bottle of brandy from the liquor cabinet, poured a large mouthful into a glass, and drank it down.
"I never knew you had a habit of drinking during the day." Leon was a bit surprised. He had only seen the same operation from Robbie.
"I'm not a damn alcoholic." Megan rolled her eyes and complained, "I'm worried I can't control my emotions. You bastard really broke my heart!"
"I'm very sorry." Leon shrugged and poured himself a glass of wine too. "Since you came to see me now, have you planned to forgive me?"
The distance between the two became closer and closer. Megan's eyes, sharp as a fox just now, suddenly became unfocused.
She turned her back and spat lightly, "You are truly a shameless guy..."
Losing important roles in Transformers 3 and Ready Player One consecutively, 2011 was even more of a nightmare for Megan than 2010.
She had almost no decent film resources and could only take some limited-budget comedies and literary films.
If this situation continued for a few more years, she would soon achieve the feat of falling from A-list to marginalized person.
Driven by anxiety, taking advantage of the opportunity to shoot a magazine cover in New York, she put down her self-esteem and walked into Leon's office.
Hoping that this scumbag would discover his conscience and repay the debt owed under the pants.
"Listen, you can't fail my trust again. I used to believe in you deeply!"
The proud Megan was unwilling to talk more about her current predicament, but her tone revealed a few traces of grievance.
"Of course, if there is a role suitable for you, I will call you immediately." Leon looked serious, not seeming to be lying at all.
"Then why didn't you give me the role in The Witch?" Megan got angry and drank the remaining wine in the glass in one gulp. "You gave all the resources to that British chick! Does she have something I can't do?"
"It's not what you think. The Witch is just a small production with a budget of less than $6 million. That doesn't fit your status at all."
Leon had already experienced Megan's skills. Although he was drunk, he still felt her superb and skilled technique.
Just like her surname, she was a genuine fox.
Megan just wanted to blurt out, "I really need this role..."
But her self-esteem swallowed the words back.
After a few seconds of silence, she said, "Although I may not accept this role, this represents your attitude! Don't you know the most important thing for a woman is attitude?"
"Alright."
Leon was completely speechless. Megan's appearance and her words/deeds were basically two different women.
Heavy makeup plus technological modifications in recent years made her appearance closer and closer to the evil stepmother in movies.
But her real personality was more like an arrogant and domineering young girl, giving people a headache when she acted willfully.
Although difficult to deal with, she was much better than a woman like Amber Heard who would stab you in the back as soon as she turned her face.
"You want to find a job, right?" Leon sat down beside her.
"What are you talking about? My schedule is as full as yours; would I lack work?" Megan cocked her tall artificial nose. "I just want back what you promised me. I hate being deceived!"
"I understand." Leon thought carefully. He seemed to have no resources to give to the other party right now.
The Rap of America had officially ended, the casting for the two new movies had long been completed, and there weren't even leftover resources like MV heroines.
Except for Shallow, the MVs for all current singles had been filmed.
According to the original MV given by the inspiration refresh, shooting this MV with the featuring female singer was the best choice.
At this time, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck him. The words "Wicked Angel" accompanied by the pattern of G-strings drifted through his mind.
He blurted out, "Are you interested in endorsement activities?"
"Endorsement? What brand?" Megan immediately perked up and leaned closer to him.
"A brand I founded."
"Yeezy shoes?" Megan opened her mouth wide in excitement. "Oh my God, I simply love those shoes to death. There are at least dozens of pairs of Yeezys in my shoe cabinet. Whether shopping or night running, it's always my favorite!"
Endorsing Yeezy was equivalent to endorsing Adidas. As the hottest trendy shoe brand under Adidas, the endorsement value was even higher than the ordinary Adidas series.
Such an international brand was quite tempting to her. With Yeezy's status in the trendy shoe circle, she might be able to harvest a wave of new fans among teenagers.
The next second, Leon broke her fantasy and said seriously, "No, it's Wicked Angel. Have you tried this brand's products?"
Megan's expression froze instantly. As an avant-garde and bold girl, she did often buy Wicked Angel underwear in private.
Although Wicked Angel was inferior to Victoria's Secret in brand positioning, it won with bolder styles.
The problem now lay in the overly uninhibited clothing of this brand, which plunged Megan into long deliberation.
Leon explained, "Your image in Hollywood has always been synonymous with sexy and beautiful, just like Angelina Jolie. No one can reflect the brand value of Wicked Angel better than you."
"Don't have psychological pressure, baby. It's the 21st century. The Victoria's Secret fashion show attracts tens of millions of viewers every year. This endorsement is a positive boost to your image."
Hearing him use Victoria's Secret as an example, Megan, whose brain had crashed for nearly a minute, reacted. "But the scale of these underwear is bolder than Victoria's Secret..."
"No, Victoria's Secret is also advancing with the times. Just look at their new products; you definitely know better than me." Leon was telling the truth about this.
Although Victoria's Secret had a sexy theme, the initial designs weren't that bold.
But in recent years, under the impact of left-wing ideology, female consumers' acceptance of underwear design has become higher and higher.
In any Victoria's Secret store, the best-selling style is always the G-string.
Under the PUA, Megan seemed somewhat moved. A large-scale endorsement didn't seem likely to negatively impact her acting career.
Being selected for the Victoria's Secret annual show is regarded as an honor in the modeling industry; they have always been the darlings of high society.
After clearing her thoughts, Megan immediately changed her face.
"This sounds not bad, but I have to make a choice after discussing it with my agency team." Her slender arms hooked around Leon's neck, and her lips took the initiative to press against his cheek. "But this can only count as interest; you still owe me a female lead role!"
"I await your answer anytime. If I can't have you, I'd rather not choose any spokesperson."
The promotion plan for the Wicked Angel brand had been indefinitely delayed, and the monthly sales of stores across the United States had been stuck at $500,000 for a long time.
The main reason for choosing to double down on the clothing business again was Cardi B. Her new work WAP fit perfectly with the Wicked Angel brand.
If Cardi's new album became a hit, after listeners were brainwashed by the butts filling the screen in the MV, the brand effect of Wicked Angel would also be displayed simultaneously.
If he wanted to make a breakthrough in the clothing business, now was the best time.
Megan bit her lip, hooked her long legs in black stockings towards Leon, wrapped around him like a python, and turned over to sit on his lap.
"I always believed you are a man who keeps his promises. Even though you lied to me before, I tell every friend that."
"I have always been so..." Leon wanted to say something else, but his mouth was blocked.
The two glasses of strong liquor Megan just drank seemed to work; her eyes were blurred, and her face was flushed.
She took the initiative to cup Leon's cheeks, and her flexible tongue easily broke through the defense between his lips and teeth.
She reached back with her arm, hooked her finger lightly at her ankle, and neatly took off her high heels.
The two separated only after thirty seconds. Megan adjusted her breathing, her chest rising and falling with the rhythm. "No one will disturb us at this time, right?"
"Don't worry..." Leon just said half a sentence when a black stocking landed on his face.
Followed closely by another one.
Megan curled the corners of her mouth, staring straight at him with blurred eyes:
"Give it to me."
"Give me more."
Twenty minutes later, Leon got up, put on his clothes, and grabbed a bottle of soda to gulp down.
Megan lay on the sofa, covering her body with scattered clothes, looking unsatisfied.
"You finally proved yourself this time. Otherwise, I would have laughed at your drunk appearance last time for the rest of my life."
"That was just an accident." Thinking of that incident, even Leon felt a bit awkward. Fortunately, the woman that night was Megan.
If it were Amber Heard, the "five minutes" story would have been spread all over by gossip magazines long ago.
"Now I know why you have the nickname 'White Ngga'." Megan hugged Leon from behind. "Entertainment magazines didn't exaggerate on this point."
The increasingly strong afternoon sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, sobering the two from the post-coital high.
Leon glanced at his watch. 13:30 PM.
"We have to get dressed quickly!"
"So nervous? Are you worried about being seen by employees?" Megan picked up the tattered stockings and stuffed them into her satchel.
The two walked into the elevator closely together. The assistant guarding the first floor saw the clue at a glance—she was fine when she came, why did she come out bare-legged?
"What if I can't bear to leave?" Before getting into the car, Megan looked back and winked.
"Get your agent sorted as soon as possible, and we'll see each other again soon!" Leon said.
Just as the commercial van started and was about to drive to JFK International Airport.
A yellow taxi stopped across the street, and a fair and tall girl stepped out.
Beige trench coat, white knitted hat, khaki high boots.
Anya waved at Leon and quickly crossed the street.
"That British chick again!"
Seeing Anya through the car window, Megan, whose mood was in heaven a second ago, instantly plummeted.
With a sour face, she said to the driver, "Drive! Immediately!"