She paused, then continued, "In addition to that, there are the shooting schedule (which requires coordinating with your A Beautiful Mind schedule), accommodation standards at the filming location, transportation, insurance, the number of assistants or coaches you can personally bring, and their accommodation arrangements... a series of trivial but important clauses. The team will negotiate for all of these; you only need to know the final result and attend the signing ceremony when appropriate."
Landon nodded, completely trusting Tracy's professionalism and capability. "You've worked hard, Tracy."
"This is my job, and it's our opportunity," Tracy said with a determined look, smiling.
After breakfast, Landon once again drove the ford explorer, taking Zoe toward the 24 hours set.
Zoe sat quietly in the passenger seat, gazing out at the quickly passing streetscape, a look of occasional resentment on her face.
Landon held the steering wheel, looking straight ahead, but could feel Zoe's condemning gaze from the corner of his eye.
He cleared his throat uncomfortably, his fingers unconsciously touching the bridge of his nose, a hint of guilt rising in his heart.
Clearly, Zoe already knew what had happened yesterday afternoon.
This silent accusation made Landon feel more awkward than a direct confrontation would have.
Today was his second-to-last day on the 24 hours crew.
Most of the important scenes had already been filmed; what remained were scattered wrapping shots, emotional filler, and some necessary reshoots to perfect certain parts.
The entire crew would continue filming for a while to complete the scenes for other characters, but that no longer directly involved Landon Williams.
Elisha, who played Kim, still had a few scenes to complete; her wrap date would be a few days later.
Besides infatuation, her eyes now carried an added layer of urgency, as if she wanted to extract and store as much intimacy and memory as possible during these last moments together.
She stayed almost constantly near Landon's rest area, even when she wasn't scheduled to film.
Landon's feelings were equally complex.
Being so obsessively needed and desired by a young, beautiful girl was an intoxicating feeling.
But he also knew that this relationship, which began on set and was saturated with hormones, like many Hollywood "set romances," would likely fade away once filming ended.
His thoughts and ambitions had already flown to the set of the upcoming A Beautiful Mind, and further still, to the tracks of the fast and the furious, filled with engine roars and fantasies of speed.
He could not give Elisha any promises about the future.
He wasn't even sure if what Elisha truly wanted behind those seemingly deeply involved eyes was a serious relationship, or merely a wild and unforgettable summer fantasy.
Thus, these final two days together turned into a beautiful time where the two sought extreme comfort in each other.
The two young people tacitly enjoyed the ultimate pleasure their bodies provided, attempting to use sensory heat to fight the impending separation.
So, when the lunch break bell rang and the set gradually quieted down, Zoe once again watched Landon and Elisha disappear, one after the other, tacitly heading towards the secluded prop warehouse.
She stood rooted to the spot, still holding the lunch box she had picked up for Landon, her eyes a mix of helplessness, anger, and a complex emotion she couldn't quite name.
She still genuinely liked this job.
Although she disapproved of her boss's private life—even secretly labeling him a "scumbag"—the ability to be close to Landon Williams' perfect face every day, to work for him, and to witness his career rise provided a strange sense of fulfillment.
Furthermore, the salary Tracy offered was quite generous.
She cherished this opportunity.
It was just that seeing some things too clearly was also a kind of torment.
After a moment of hesitation, Zoe, as if possessed, walked near the prop warehouse.
She didn't get close; instead, she found a corner where she could observe the warehouse entrance and exit, sat down against the wall, and acted as a lookout for them.
She told herself this was to prevent others from accidentally walking in and causing Landon unnecessary trouble.
After all, he was currently in a critical phase of his career ascent, and any romantic scandal could be amplified and misinterpreted.
However, the next hour was nothing less than a long and delicate mental ordeal for her.
At first, the warehouse was relatively quiet.
But soon, faint, fragmented, and unrestrained sounds began to filter through the door.
Initially, they were muffled foreign words laced with intense emotion.
Then, the sounds became clearer and... more explicit.
A woman's uncontrollable gasps of amazement and praise, mixed with rapid breathing.
Later still, the sounds escalated into near-frantic cries, trembling, as if reaching the edge of climax.
Those bizarre exclamations, mixing physical pleasure with religious experience, made the inexperienced Zoe blush fiercely and her heart pound.
Yet, she couldn't help but strain her ears, her heart swirling with intense curiosity, inexplicable restlessness, and a rising sense of injustice and indignation on behalf of Tracy and Rachel.
"Shameless!" she cursed inwardly, unsure whether she was scolding the two people lost in passion inside or herself for being forced to eavesdrop.
Time slowly dragged on in a strange torment.
Finally, the warehouse door was gently pushed open.
An hour later, Elisha emerged, her cheeks faintly flushed, her hair still slightly damp, her eyes so tender they could drip water, and her whole being radiant.
When she saw Zoe waiting nearby, she visibly froze, a flash of caught-in-the-act panic and shyness crossing her eyes.
But she quickly composed herself, even adjusting her expression. She walked forward, affectionately linked arms with Zoe, and said in a soft, sweet voice, "Zoe, have you been waiting long? We... just discussed the next scenes."
The excuse was laughably weak, but the flattering, slightly coquettish smile on Elisha's face made it difficult to coldly push her away.
Zoe was stiffly held by her, unsure how to respond, and could only mumble a vague "Mm," allowing Elisha to half-drag her toward the set.
A few seconds later, Landon also emerged from the warehouse.
He looked refreshed, his steps light, a relaxed expression on his face, though his shirt collar was slightly wrinkled.
When he saw the two girls walking hand-in-hand ahead, his steps paused almost imperceptibly.
Then, he saw Zoe turn her head, shoot him a quick glance, which immediately morphed into a huge eye roll.
Landon: "..."
In that instant, guilt, awkwardness, and the embarrassment of being "caught in the act" surged through him again.
He rubbed his nose, averted his gaze, and silently followed behind them.
Yet, inwardly, he was weakly defending himself: Could he be entirely blamed?
Every lunchtime, Elisha would pull him towards the warehouse without question, the desire in her eyes practically setting him on fire.
Even though he didn't refuse, he was essentially forced!
What red-blooded young man could maintain control when faced with such an aggressive approach?
What choice did he have?
Shameless Scoundrel!