At this time of year, early in the morning, a visitor came from outside, without an appointment or prior notice, and was caught in the act.
This scene made Qiao Wani very embarrassed.
After staring at the glass window that could not see anything for two minutes, Qiao Wani finally heard the sound of the office lock turning.
“Click…”
The first person to come out was a lady with big wavy hair.
The lady lowered her head, as if she had just discovered that there was someone standing outside the door. She smiled and nodded to Qiao Wanni, then glanced at the middle-aged man next to him and nodded as well. Then she turned around and left as if nothing had happened.
“Ahem…” Qiao Wani coughed twice, tapped twice and said, “Director…Lawyer Curry wants to see you.”
"Do you have an appointment? What kind of lawyer is so ignorant of the rules?!"
The voices in the office were very loud at first, but when a middle-aged man named Corey appeared at the door of the office, the director's voice stopped abruptly.
It’s best not to talk nonsense in front of a lawyer, because... you don’t know if he will sue you for any random reason!
"You are..."
The director waved his hand and winked at Qiao Wanni, telling him to close the door and get out. Then he quickly stood up, curled the corner of his mouth, and extended his right hand to the middle-aged man in a seemingly friendly manner.
…
"Hello, Mr. Director. I am Corey Sloan from Jones Day. You can call me Corey. This is my business card."
The middle-aged man named Corey Sloan held a briefcase in his left hand and skillfully took out a silver business card box from the pocket inside his chest with his right hand. With a slight ding sound, a business card popped out of the box. Corey held the business card box and handed it to the director.
Hearing the name of this law firm, the director's mouth twitched again.
Jones Day is one of the best law firms in the United States, ranking in the top ten!
The business scope covers four continents and its employees are full of elites. To put it bluntly, they are all mad dogs and you can't afford to offend them.
In such a large law firm, the commission of each lawyer is not a small amount, which is simply not affordable for ordinary small actors. Even well-known actors cannot use such a high-end lawyer, but... today, such a person is standing in front of him.
After checking the business card and finding nothing to be false, the director introduced himself: "Hello Mr. Curry, my name is Boris, who are you looking for?"
"Okay... Mr. Boris, don't be nervous. I'm here on behalf of Mr. Siphis, the general manager of Black Rose Media, to meet with you and look for some actors. Would you mind asking me to sit down first?"
…
"???"
Boris's brain almost froze for a moment.
Looking for actors?
Media company?
What the hell is this? Is it necessary to send such a big lawyer specially?
It almost scared me to death!
"Ah...haha, yes, yes, I'm so sorry, Mr. Curry, please take a seat, what would you like to drink?"
Boris breathed a sigh of relief and bent down slightly, stretched out his hand, motioning Corey to sit on the sofa.
The middle-aged man nodded and walked over to the sofa. He looked at the fabric sofa, especially the round indentation on the sofa that looked like a big peach. There was also a small wet mark in the lower middle...
Corey curled his lips, glanced at Boris with a half-smile and said, "Mr. Boris is really working hard."
Choosing a location far away from the "battlefield", Curry sat down, opened his briefcase, took out a stack of documents and placed them on the table, motioning for Boris to check them.
…
Boris felt a little embarrassed by Corey's gaze. The incident just happened suddenly, and some details had not been sorted out in time. He was blocked in the office by someone. This...
I picked up the document on the table, and what I saw was a long list of conditions. The general meaning was that when choosing an actress, not only must she have good acting skills, but she must also be famous, preferably have won some major awards, and have outstanding appearance and temperament.
How does it stand out?
When she is bare-faced, she looks a bit rustic, but not too rustic.
After putting on makeup, you need to be elegant, dignified, quiet, and a little sexy, but this sexiness should be limited inwardly and not too extroverted.
The general meaning is to be coquettish from the outside to the inside, rather than being slutty from the inside to the outside.
While maintaining this temperament, there must also be a degree of conservatism, a degree of hunger, a degree of impatience, and a degree of guilt.
"???"
Who made this request?
Are you looking for a female politician who worked in the "technical" industry for 20 years, then quit the industry, got a master's degree, and finally became a member of parliament?
"this……"
…
Seeing the embarrassment on Boris's face, Curry smiled and said, "Mr. Director, Mr. Sifice's requirements are a bit harsh, but... the best actors in the United States are gathered here in Hollywood. I think this shouldn't be a problem for you, right?"
Boris nodded with difficulty and continued reading. The time given to him by the other party was quite flexible. He only needed to rush to the Principality of Wales for the audition around Christmas.
etc……
Principality of Wales?
What is this place?
Boris, who was ignorant, was shocked by what was written in the document and began to doubt his life.
"Mr. Curry... this Principality of Wales? It is..."
"Oh! This... Britain! It's one of the kingdoms in the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. Mr. Sifice's master is there. Just think of it as Britain!"
"Mr. Siphis's master...?"
What is this and what is this? Slaves?
The tribal chief?
Boris understood what Curry said, but he didn't react to the meaning for a while.
Facing Boris's gaze, Curry still maintained that slightly arrogant smile, raised his chin slightly, and introduced solemnly: "Mr. Sifice's master is a traditional hereditary nobleman with a very old family history in the UK. As for who he is, you don't need to know. You just need to remember that I came here this time to entrust you with this matter. If you can't handle it properly, Mr. Boris, you will be sued."
"???"
Boris looked at the documents in his hand, then looked at Corey who was sitting on the sofa.
Who could have imagined that five minutes ago, he was still fighting on the battlefield and killing the enemy bravely on this sofa, and five minutes later, a damn lawyer was sitting on this sofa, telling him that a servant of a nobleman from somewhere in the UK commissioned him to find an actress who met the requirements, and if he couldn't find one, he would be held legally responsible?
What kind of bandit logic is this?
I was having a great time in the office and then disaster struck me?
Swallowing his saliva, Boris confirmed the headache-inducing requirements on the document again: "Give me some time, Mr. Curry. I will contact you as soon as I find a candidate."
"Well then... I look forward to receiving a call from the Director soon."
Corey grabbed the briefcase, looked at Boris again, and walked out of the office decisively.
…
"You son of a bitch... This is a request from a noble's servant. You are not a noble, so why are you so arrogant? Bullshit!"
Only after Curry walked away did Boris throw the documents in his hand onto the sofa and spat fiercely in the direction of the office door. The atmosphere just now was really too depressing.