King of Hollywood

“Well, Mom, I told you, it's just a little character, two or three days max. I'll take care of myself, I'm not a 2 or 3 year old... OK, I'll pay attention... Bye, I love you.” Catherine dropped the phone in her hand and looked at the phone on the hotel counter halfway through her breath, pinching her fist and grinding her teeth. She swept away from the counter with hatred and walked upstairs.

When I think about the afternoon, the feeling of humiliation comes to mind, as if being stripped of everything in front of the crowd, leaving them to laugh. Catherine's lips were tight and as she returned to the room with a cold face, she looked in the mirror at her chest fluctuating. That feels terrible! Just like... when my father died.

“Damn bastard, I just questioned his opinion a little, I didn't expect him to be like this... asshole! You narrow-minded bastard!” Catherine was walking around the room, cursing, breathing deeply, “I knew it! I knew it! How many people would sign a contract with a temporary actor like that! I was so stupid, I should have seen it at the time...”

Catherine finally calmed down after a long breath and rubbing her cheeks with her hands. Apparently, the reason Adrian used this trick made her want to walk away and set out to “reward” her well. In that case, wait and see. Don't think I'm a bully! Catherine said harshly in her heart.

As she had expected, Adrian still had a hard time filming the next day, and Catherine didn't say anything from beginning to end, drooling her head all the way down like "sorry” and "my fault”. Adrian probably thought it was enough to finally put two shots through, and then he announced he'd re-shoot the rest of the scene and let Catherine reread the script and mock the characters.

Catherine went to the corner and looked at the script as if she had been tamed by Adrian. After several staff members came to comfort them, most of them focused on the next shoot. If you think Catherine is really going to stop, you're wrong. She's been watching carefully since the beginning, and after the third ng, she has a plan, and now she's just waiting for an opportunity.

Finally, the opportunity came, Adrian announced a 10-minute break after filming a marijuana growing shot, watched Catherine stand up silently the next four weeks, strode to a small table not far from the camera, pick up the coffee pot on top and strode away again.

After leaving the group's sight, Catherine walked to the bathroom, looked around carefully again, and opened the door quickly and walked in. Poured the rest of the coffee in the pot into the sink and rinsed it. She walked into the compartment with a cold smile and locked it to make sure there was no one else here. She bit her teeth and put the pot on the floor and grabbed her own dress.

This is the director's coffee pot, and Adrian drinks one or two pots of coffee or black tea every day, naturally becoming Catherine's target. She is just a young girl under the age of 20, she will not look forward and fear it, it is too normal to do the facts with impulse and emotion.

Catherine took a deep breath and swung back to the set after she wiped the coffee pot down and put something in it ready to cover it up. Adrian was just talking to the photographer and the associate director, and everyone else was busy, so she put the coffee maker back in place.

With a hint of pride and happiness, Catherine sat back in her seat and waited to see the bastard punished. However, what depressed her was that Adrian seemed to be totally committed to the shoot and hadn't even touched the coffee maker in the next hour or so.

You're gonna drink sooner or later! Catherine hated it in her heart. Unfortunately, this attitude did not allow Adrian to go for coffee right away, but allowed her to sing several times in a row in the next shoot, which was cynical to Adrian.

Patience. Patience. Soon he will experience pain. Catherine cheered herself on in her heart and still listened with a low brow to Adrian's whereabouts. Finally, two or three lenses have passed, although it has been intermittently ng several more times.

“That's it, then take a 15-minute break and shoot 35 scenes of Act 34.” Another shot later, Adrian announced, then waved to Catherine: “Come here, Miss Bezinsa. ”

Catherine blinked a little confused, but quickly walked over because she saw Adrian walking to the table to find a cup, and what could be happier than watching her plan succeed face to face?

“Do you know what your problem was?” Adrian didn't reply either.

“Well… too rigid, if you smoke marijuana for a long time… you will become indifferent, stubborn, unconcentrated, etc., but not… with your eyes turned white like a dying fish.” Catherine thought carefully and said that although Adrian had turned her back on her, she could still see what he was doing and a heartbreak referred to her voice.

“Well, that means at least you're still thinking about it - ha, it's black tea today - and I want you to keep it up, don't let me remind you all the time, okay?” Adrian turned around and held two cups in his hand.

“Yes, I understand… what is this?” Catherine glanced at the cup in front of herself.

“It's an encouragement to buy you a drink, and then we're even.” Adrian said in a serious tone.

“This...” Catherine's face was slightly pale and she had no idea this would happen.

“What's the matter? Is there a problem?” Adrian noticed something different about her.

“No… nothing… just… some accidents.” Catherine explained a few words, biting her teeth in her heart, reaching for the cup and watching a circle of corrugated brown liquid tremble slightly.

“Accident?” Adrian smiled softly. "You think I'm different now than I was at first? ”

“Well... this...” Catherine doesn't know what to say either, but she just keeps biting her teeth in her heart.

Luckily Adrian didn't go on, shrugged his shoulders and lifted the cup: “You'll see why. ”

Catherine smiled slightly and raised her cup. She thought that would do it, but she didn't expect Adrian's eyes to blink and look at herself, obviously looking at her to drink.

Goddamn it! Catherine roared in her heart, and she never thought she'd end up in this situation. If she hadn't had an idea to support her, her face might have changed color by now.

If you were someone else, you would have noticed something was wrong. Unfortunately, Catherine was just a teenage girl, and impulse ignored something. She chewed on the mumps and lifted the cup to her lips, holding on to the swollen nausea and closing her eyes. Although only the liquid touched her lips, the nausea almost twitched her.

As long as he can drink! As long as he drinks! Catherine forced herself to hold onto the shame in her heart, her eyes staring dead at Adrian. All she did was for one purpose!

Then Adrian laughed and poured the liquid out of the cup at will, then glanced at Catherine and took out an identical coffee pot from a bunch of newspapers.

“Don't you think I'd really drink it?” Adrian put the two coffee pots together and watched Catherine say in a derisive tone.

Catherine stared at Adrian, her face turning snowy, shaking her lips and not being able to say a word. Adrian doesn't talk either, he just looks at her funny.

An indescribable humiliation poured into my mind, and those beautiful eyes, foggy, looked at Adrian with hatred and despair. Catherine slammed her cup against the wall and turned her head towards the corridor.

Adrian shrugged his shoulders and waved to those around him who heard the noise and saw him: "Okay, it's none of your business. ”

He had never relaxed his observation of Catherine, and since the girl dared to confront him from the beginning, it was impossible for him to be so honest in the shooting. Catherine thought she was doing it without realizing it, but she fell into Adrian's eyes. Since she dares to be so rude, how can she afford to clean it up?!

Although everyone took back their eyes, it was inevitable that some whispers were stolen. Adrian touched his chin and picked up the coffee pot and cup and walked away from Catherine. He thought Catherine would throw the cup on herself. At the time, she made a slight dodging move. I didn't think she just hit the wall casually. In this regard...

After searching several rooms, Adrian finally heard a slight cry outside the one used to place the clutter, opened the door carefully and looked, the girl was leaning against the door against the wall with her face crying low, if anything, seemed to bear it forcibly, only to make a sound if she couldn't hold it.

Adrian shook his head outside and pushed the door in: "How can you be unprepared to be teased if you want to tease people? ”

“What are you doing here?!” Catherine turns her head and stares at Adrian with a red eye. “Fuck.

you bastard! You scoundrel!

you! ”

“Okay, relax, it's no big deal. ”

“If you are here to appreciate your triumphant fruit, then I tell you, you have! So get the fuck out of here now! Get out of here!”

“I said, relax, it's just a cup of black tea, don't be so fussy. ”

Catherine stood still trying to curse something, and a few seconds later some stutter asked, “What... what? ”

“It's just black tea,” Adrian shook with a funny cup of coffee in his hand, "not yours... um... a gift, I'm not a pervert. ”