"Look who's here, the second youngest Best Supporting Actress in Oscar history." After Kirsten Dunst closed the office door, Adriaan said in a teasing tone, his eyes wandering up and down her body.
Kirsten smiled innocently, walked straight behind the desk, and jumped onto Adriaan's lap. She was wearing a light-colored shirt, a dark-colored jacket, and a short plaid skirt that was less than half her thighs. She wore a pair of brown leather shoes over white socks that reached her ankles. Her blonde hair was curled and hung down from her head, making her look very beautiful. She looked no different from an ordinary cute girl, if it wasn't for that pair of beautiful eyes that occasionally flowed with charm.
"I love this name, Eide." Kirsten turned her body sideways, almost lying on top of Adriaan. Her slightly bulging chest rubbed against him, intentionally or unintentionally. She was getting more and more aware of how to use her advantage to please him.
"Your mother didn't come with you?" Adriaan reached out and lifted her chin, asking even though he already knew the answer.
"Of course not. Vanity Fair wanted to do an exclusive interview with me, and my mother had to go over in advance to talk to them, so I asked someone to send me here," Kirsten said with her eyes twinkling.
"Not bad. An exclusive interview with Vanity Fair." Adriaan stroked her smooth and tender face and said with a chuckle, "They are very good at photography. I really want to know how they will show your beauty and cuteness."
"According to my agent, Vanity Fair was going to invite me to be on the cover, but they have a better candidate, although they have to share it with other media." Kirsten giggled and turned her body back. She spread her legs and sat on Adriaan's lap. She was even closer to him, and her little nose was almost touching his face.
"So, I should have refused the interview with Vanity Fair," Adriaan said deliberately.
Kirsten didn't say anything. She just looked at him with a smile, occasionally swaying her little butt on his lap.
"Alright, let's not talk about this. Let's talk business first." Adriaan gestured for her to get up from his body. "I didn't call you here just to give you some guidance on physiology. There are other things to talk about."
"Really?" Although the little vixen jumped down from his body as she was told, she placed her hands behind her back and then propped herself up. She sat on the wide office desk lazily, her knees slightly apart, and the spring scenery under her short skirt was faintly discernible.
"Of course." Adriaan leaned forward and reached out to grab her waist. With just a few gentle pinches, Kirsten went limp. If she hadn't supported herself with her hands, she might have fallen onto the desk. She bit her lips lightly, and a blush flashed across her round face. Her greyish-green eyes were also immediately covered with mist.
Even though the scene was so alluring, even though Adriaan's hands were still wandering around the little fairy's body, his expression was serious. "We need to talk about your future development."
"Is there a need?" Kirsten was slightly panting. Every time Adriaan's hands brushed past her sensitive areas, she would let out a slightly excited moan. "As you arrange. You won't mistreat me, right?"
"Of course." Adriaan smiled slightly. "But you should also understand the specific situation, Qiqi. Otherwise, if something doesn't match your imagination, how will you deal with it? You are not a doll at the mercy of others. "
As he said this, his movements stopped. Kirsten also realized something. After a few deep breaths, she straightened her body and looked at Adriaan. Although she still maintained a smile, it was less charming and seductive than before.
"Compared to your peers, you have reached a height that they can't reach," Adriaan said unhurriedly. "Do you know the function curve diagram, Qiqi?"
"Hmm … I don't really understand." Kirsten frowned slightly.
"I don't really understand it." Adriaan stroked her brows with the back of his hand. "Simply put, it's the peak and trough of a wave. When you rise to the peak, it is inevitable that you will fall to the trough. I believe that everyone will be sure that you, who won the Best Supporting Actress Award, are already standing on the first peak of your life, so … "
"So I have also ushered in the first trough of my life, right?" Kirsten immediately continued. Although she looked calm, Adriaan still caught a hint of depression in her.
As expected, she is still a young girl. He then chuckled softly in his heart. Although Kirsten displayed maturity similar to that of an adult most of the time, such as placing all her bets on Adriaan after making a decision, or those various temptations, she still lacked experience after all. It was inevitable that such situations would occur.
"Everyone will be like this, Qiqi, including me. When there is a peak, there must be a trough. This is the law of nature. Maybe some people can stay at the peak for a longer time, but as time goes by, they will inevitably fall into the trough. At this time, what you need to do is to reduce the depth of the trough as much as possible and prepare to climb to the peak again, "Adriaan explained with a smile." There are always ups and downs in life. Do you understand, Qiqi? "
"Yes, I understand." Kirsten closed her eyes for a while before opening them again. "Tell me about your plan, Eide."
Although she was lacking in experience, she was still very smart and quickly adjusted herself. Adriaan nodded approvingly and continued, "Remember what I said when I suggested you take on 'Game of the Brave'? As you get older, there will be three or four years or even more of an awkward period in the future. So, you need to take on some large-scale commercial roles to maintain your popularity, even if it is just a supporting role. Of course, you also need to take care of independent films and continue to hone your acting skills. If you want to go further, you need to put in more effort. "
"No problem." Kirsten's eyes lit up.
"I'm not finished yet, Qiqi. Don't be too happy too early." Adriaan shook his head. "Even so, if you want to go further, it will be more than ten years later. Best Actress and Best Supporting Actress are different. You need experience, you need acting skills, and you need … luck! If your acting skills are not good, how can you win Best Supporting Actress? However, although people are amazed by your acting skills, that is relative to your age. Qiqi, I'm not trying to discourage you. I'm just stating a fact. When you grow up, even if your acting skills improve, people will still think that the current you is the one with the best acting skills. You may receive more criticism and difficulties. There are many girls who become famous at a young age in Hollywood, but not many of them can develop well. For example, the youngest Best Supporting Actress winner before you, Tatum O 'Neal. I don't need to say much about her now. "
Adriaan paused here and waited for Kirsten to digest this before continuing, "So, this will be a very long journey. Even if I'm here, even if I like you very much, you still have to be mentally prepared. Some things are not up to me alone. You still have to abide by the rules of the game. What you need to do now is to maintain your momentum. You are already a big star. Qiqi, if you have any ideas, you can tell me directly. I'm very willing to listen. "
"Thank you, Eide." Kirsten let out a long sigh and then smiled sweetly. "I'll listen to you."
With her intelligence, she naturally understood the intention behind Adriaan's words. Since she had placed all her chips on him and what he said was the truth, she would naturally accept it. But Adrian knew that Kirsten didn't fully understand the last sentence. But it didn't matter. Even if she couldn't understand it now, she would be able to in two or three years. Hopefully, she wouldn't make a mistake. As for taking one step further, it was just an empty promise. He would talk about it when he thought of a suitable one.
"That's right, little vixen." Adriaan smiled and said. His hands that had stopped moving started moving again.
"Oh, I'm liking this name more and more, Eide." Kirsten's smile started to become alluring again. "I especially like it when you call me by that name."
"Really?" Adriaan leaned forward a little and admired Lorita's face from a close distance. Who knew that Kirsten would take this opportunity to put her calf on Adriaan's shoulder. Her short checkered skirt was lifted up a little and the translucent white underwear underneath was revealed to Adriaan.
"Next, it should be time for guidance, right? I still have a lot of things to ask you. "Kirsten's eyes sparkled as she said this. The smile on her face became more and more charming.
"Indeed — so." Adrian looked at her and suddenly grabbed both of her ankles. After placing her other leg on his shoulder, he straightened his waist. Kirsten screamed and fell backward. Fortunately, she managed to catch herself with her hands in time. However, her short skirt was completely rolled up because of this.
"Alright, now let's take a look at the most basic structure." Adriaan looked at her teasingly. His hands moved from her calf to her thigh and then to her waist. Then, he stretched out a finger and gently pressed on the obvious bulge.
"Hmm!" Kirsten trembled and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
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"That's about it. There are also two evaluations of the people in charge, but I don't think you'll need them," Charlize said after placing all the information that Adriaan needed on the desk.
"Thank you, Charley. You did a great job!" Adriaan roughly flipped through the documents and nodded to his female secretary.
Charlize did not say anything and turned to leave. However, after taking two steps, she stopped and sighed worriedly. She turned around and looked at Adriaan. "Do you know what you're doing, Eide?"
"What's wrong?" Adriaan asked, puzzled.
"You know." Charlize looked straight into his eyes.
After looking at each other for a moment, Adriaan laughed silently. When Kirsten left just now, although she was well-groomed, the faint blush on her face, her slightly out of breath, and her seemingly unsteady footsteps did not escape the eyes of Charlize, who knew Adriaan's nature.
"Why, do you think I'm doing something?" He stood up with a smile and slowly walked to the female secretary. His smile became playful. "Do you really think I'm someone who doesn't know what's important?"
"It's hard to say." Charlize was still looking at him. Although the worry in her eyes was not obvious, it still showed. "Don't think I don't know, Eide. You're walking a tightrope."
"Well, Charley, I know you're concerned about me, but I know what I'm doing." Adriaan immediately hugged Charlize from behind and took a deep breath on her back. "I know what I'm doing."
Charlize struggled slightly but did not move again. She just turned her head to the side as if to say, "I don't believe you."
"Then how do I explain it to you so that you'll believe me?" Adriaan said in a distressed tone. "Do I have to call Kirsten back and let you drag her into the inner room to verify it?"
Having said that, Adriaan sighed in his heart. It was not that he did not want to eat it completely. In fact, after teaching him how to use his fingers, the little vixen had hinted that he could go further. However, if he ate it rashly, it would be difficult to clean up the aftermath. So, after thinking about it carefully, he could only wait.
"I just want to remind you that it's very dangerous. If you get caught … Do you want me to appear …" Charlize pinched his fingers and did not continue.
"Don't worry. When have I not considered the consequences before doing something?" Adriaan said as he kissed the back of her neck. Then, he sighed loudly. "It's so nice to have someone care about me."
The body in his arms suddenly trembled slightly. Then, he heard Charlize sigh in an almost inaudible voice.
"By the way, Charley, since you care about me so much, why don't you do me a favor?" Adriaan suddenly said.
"What favor?" Charlize finally turned her head and looked at him in confusion.
"It's very simple. It's just …" Adriaan smiled mischievously and whispered a few words in her ear. Charlize's expression immediately became strange. She took a few steps back and stared at him with a rather complicated expression.
Adriaan spread his hands and did not speak again. He looked at her with a playful and a little provocative smirk. A moment later, Charlize's chest rose and fell rapidly a few times. She suddenly knelt down in front of him, grabbed his waist, and pulled down the zipper with her teeth. After the thing that could not be released because of the arousal, she immediately swallowed the mountains and rivers.
"This … this …" Adrian sucked in a breath of cold air. "How … could it be so fierce …"
After a few swishing sounds, Charlize looked up and sneered at him. "There are 20 minutes left before you accept the joint interview. I'd like to know how they will react when they see you looking listless."
"Ha, you want me to be listless like this … Ah … God … Damn it …"
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The simple conference room had already been vacated, and reporters from several print media outlets were already waiting. These fellows had powerful backgrounds, such as , , , and so on. If any of them invited a celebrity for an interview, they would receive a warm welcome, even if the other party would refuse. But there were not many people crowded in a company's conference room like this waiting for an interview. This was the treatment of a big shot.
But Adriaan was indeed a big shot. Although no one estimated how much he was worth, he was definitely one of the billionaires. Although AC Media was a new media company, its strong strength could be seen from several acquisitions in the past two years. If it were not for the fact that he did not care much about his company — at least on the surface — there would probably be Fortune, Forbes and other magazines here today.
Even if he was a young tycoon, his achievements in the film industry were enough for these reporters to look up to. Not to mention that he became the youngest best director at the Oscars with "The Real Story of Argan" and broke the record for taking away three Oscars at a single award ceremony. Not to mention that he was the producer of so many very popular movies during the summer and Christmas period last year. Just the fact that the big box office movies in the past few years were more or less related to him, and his accurate vision that never missed the mark was already something to look at.
Therefore, after they sent out invitations, they were told that Adriaan needed to return to London to make a new movie and did not have much time to accept interviews one by one. So when they suggested a joint interview, they agreed without hesitation.
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." Adrian walked in with a modest smile on his face. He was wearing a well-ironed suit. He was tall and handsome, and he shook hands with the reporters in a dignified manner. He easily won the favor of these people.
"First of all, congratulations on winning the Academy Award for Best Director, Mr. Adriaan. We all know that" The Real Story of Argan "is a very good movie, but it is said that when you were adapting it, you had a conflict with the original author, Mr. Winston Glum. Can you tell us why you adapted it in this way?" After Adriaan sat down and signaled for them to begin, the reporter from Time on the far left asked the first question.
"I had some unpleasantness with Winston, but it's all over now." Adriaan kept the smile on his face as he answered. These reporters were no worse than the tabloids when it came to writing words. "To be frank, I was following the train of thought that the novel wanted to express at first. I like the saying: Life is like chocolate, you never know what you'll get next. But after writing a few scenes, I always felt that something wasn't right. This had troubled me for a while. Although the satire in the original novel was strong and pungent, it didn't seem to be what I wanted. This problem had been bothering me until I thought of a certain work I had written before. In the 1992 novel, "Scenting Women," I once borrowed Al's mouth and said, 'There is no right or wrong tango. If you take a wrong step or trip, you just keep dancing.' I finally understood what kind of story I wanted to write. The Argan who ran, the Argan who ran unswervingly towards his goal. Perseverance is one of the best qualities and one of the symbols of the American spirit! "
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