It was hard to describe how Kate felt when she opened the door after more than eight hours and saw Adriaan looking exhausted. She stood at the door for a few minutes before she rubbed her eyes in disbelief. She screamed and threw herself into Adriaan's arms. Adriaan took a few steps back before he could stand still.
That wasn't the end of it. The next second, she covered Adrian's mouth and sucked hard. She didn't stop even after exchanging saliva for a few minutes. She didn't care about the expressions of the passersby and her family standing at the door, as if she couldn't express her ecstasy without doing this.
"I can't believe it … I can't believe it … You … You actually appeared in front of me …" Kate held Adriaan's face and was so excited that her words were incoherent. Her bright eyes were sparkling.
"You wanted me to come over, so I came over." Adriaan shrugged and showed a tired smile. "Anyway, I'm on vacation now, and it's convenient for me to go to London."
This action was once again met with Kite's unscrupulous kiss. Women were like this, especially young women like her who were blinded by love and emotions. Once their lover used his actions to show that he placed them in the most important place in his heart, they would be moved beyond words. If their lover acted as if it was a trivial matter and that he could do it whenever he wanted, they would be even more satisfied.
Adriaan, who had lived two lives, was very familiar with these methods.
In the next three or four days, Kate naturally stayed with Adriaan all the time after she applied for leave from school. The two of them traveled everywhere and even went to the northernmost part of the British Isles to see the sea. Even when her mother reminded her on the phone not to stay home for a long time, she said, "I'm already an adult."
However, after four days, Adriaan had to return to Los Angeles because Laffern called to remind him to attend a party at the Bacardi Hotel on the weekend. As the boss of the company and the director and producer of "Two Smokers" and "Memory Fragments," Adriaan could not refuse, not to mention there were important things to do at the party. So even though the two of them felt that it was not enough, they kissed goodbye at Heathrow International Airport.
"Hello, Mr. Adriaan, it's nice to meet you." As soon as Adriaan handed the car key to the door attendant and walked into the lobby, the lobby manager greeted him warmly.
"Hi, Mabus, how have you been?" Adrian greeted him with a smile. Because of the time he spent fooling around, almost all the famous hotel managers in Los Angeles knew him — this could be considered a kind of network.
"Same." Mabus shrugged. "Is there anything I can help you with? Today you seem … "
He looked behind Adriaan in surprise. Adriaan probably knew what he was thinking. Although he did not know whether to laugh or cry, he did not show it on his face.
"Nothing, I have a party here, in the Blue Hall on the seventh floor," Adriaan explained briefly.
"Blue Hall?" As the lobby manager, how could Mabus not know who was attending the party in the Blue Hall? He could not help but raise his eyebrows in surprise. He had not seen this playboy for nearly a year. Why did he seem to be a different person? Of course, as a person who knew how to read people, he would not say much. He nodded quietly and moved aside.
Adriaan did not say anything else. He patted Mabus on the shoulder and walked in the direction of the elevator. Soon, he arrived on the seventh floor. He reported his name to the attendant outside the door and walked into the Blue Hall where the party had just started.
There were not too many people in the Blue Hall. They were all in twos and threes holding cups and chatting with each other. Most of them were employees of Bosworth Films, and the rest were invited guests: A-list and B-list male and female celebrities, producers, directors, and so on.
Parties were an indispensable part of American life. Those who were known as party animals often did not feel tired even after attending a few parties in a night. However, parties were not just for revelry. Those charity dinners, political fundraising dinners, celebrity gatherings, and so on could all be categorized as parties. Therefore, parties were important social occasions at times. It was very helpful to meet and develop connections. For example, among the invited guests at tonight's party, there were many Universal people.
"Hi, Eide, you're late." Bertrand Erwin was the first to notice Adriaan. He walked over with a smile and shook hands with Adriaan.
"I'm sorry, I need to adjust to the time difference. Plus, the traffic was not very good when I came." Adriaan shrugged and glanced around. "It seems that I am not the last one."
"You won't be disappointed." Bertrand knew what he was thinking. He smiled and patted Zhang Zian's arm. He pulled Zhang Zian to a middle-aged man who was about 45 or 46 years old.
"This is our general manager, Mr. Elaine Edo," Bertrand introduced him.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Edo." Adriaan smiled and extended his hand.
"Me too, Mr. Kewell. You can call me Elaine." The man had the same smile. "Although I know you are very young, I can't help but be surprised. Is this the world of young people now?"
"It's just a small achievement. I need to work harder. You can call me Adriaan."
"This is not a small achievement, Adriaan. Almost no director can produce two low-budget, high-box office movies in a year and win awards at different film festivals. Excessive modesty is arrogance."
"I'm just telling the truth, Elaine. I don't deny that my achievement is very good, but I won't ignore the credit of others. Without my production team, without that excellent general manager, without Universal's distribution, without all these, it's hard to say whether I could achieve such results. "
The two flattered and tested each other. Then Elaine took his leave. Bertrand, who had been staying nearby, walked over. "Looks like you guys had a good chat."
"Indeed, Universal has an excellent general manager. I learned a lot from him." Adriaan nodded at him. "By the way, Bertrand, I haven't congratulated you on your promotion to department manager."
"I was just lucky." Bertrand shrugged. "I happened to meet you."
The two of them looked at each other, and then they both laughed. They both knew that if it weren't for the fact that Bertrand and Adriaan were the only ones at Universal, Bertrand wouldn't be here today.
"Tell me, which movie do you want me to direct? 'Scream'? Or American Pie? "Adriaan didn't beat around the bush and asked directly.
"You can choose." Bertrand spread his hands. "The preliminary work for both movies is almost done. You can direct either one. If you have any suggestions about the actors or other aspects, feel free to ask."
"That's very generous. I don't think many people will reject it." Adrian smiled. To be able to get Worldwide to offer him such an offer, it had to do with the fact that he had produced two movies with good reviews and box office sales in a year, and it also had to do with the script that he had sold.
For example, the school comedy I Hate You for, sold to Universal, had earned 42 million at the box office at the end of January with a production cost of just over 10 million. Other film companies, except for Warner, had more or less made some money. Warner's The Bodyguard, which had invited Whitney Houston and Kevin Costner to star in according to Adriaan's instructions, had been moved to this summer to achieve the best results. Most of the people who attended the audition thought it was wonderful.
Therefore, Adriaan was even more important in the eyes of the film companies. Universal, which had a favorable position, naturally wanted to rope him in.
"So you agree?" Bertrand asked.
"I'm sorry, Bertrand. Although the offer is very tempting, I already have other arrangements." Adriaan shook his head and refused. The feeling of being roped in was far from being enough.
"I still remember when we were in London last year, you told me that no one knows your script better than you," Bertrand continued to persuade him.
"I'm really sorry, Bertrand. If it were any other time, I would definitely consider it, but I already have other arrangements," Adriaan said sincerely. "A new movie is already in preparation."
Since it was like this, Bertrand couldn't say anything else. After all, he had his own film company.
"A new movie? You're so energetic. The second film hasn't even been released yet, "he said teasingly." Well, that's it. I hope we can have a chance to work together in the future. "
"Maybe we can work together now," Adriaan suddenly said. "But in another way."
"Another way?" Bertrand asked, puzzled.
"My new movie has a much larger investment than the previous two. Maybe Universal can consider participating?" Adriaan looked at Bertrand with a smile.
Bertrand's eyes suddenly lit up. "Can I know what kind of movie you're going to make?"
"A drama film. The script is based on the second novel of Stephen King's novella collection, Different Seasons: 'Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption,'" Adriaan said slowly.
"I didn't expect you to be interested in Stephen King," Bertrand exclaimed. "I think I'll have to talk to Mr. Elijah first, Ed, but I'm sure that won't be a problem."
"I believe so too." Adriaan nodded. With "Two Smokers" and "Memory Fragments," as well as several previous scripts, it would be easy to get a big company like Universal to invest in him.
However, he didn't know what kind of expression they would have after losing money. Adriaan muttered in his heart. Although "The Shawshank Redemption" was known as the most perfect movie in history, and it basically deserved that title, only a few people knew that the film, which had an investment of about 25 million dollars, had a box office of less than 30 million dollars.
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