Chapter 869 - The Most Professional Secretary

A crime genre, revealing reality, with depth and reputation, isn't it the perfect movie for her to change her taste? 

Roy, seeing her staring at the script without saying a word for a long time, thought she was focusing on reading the script and couldn't help but say something for his good friend, "Leo has been wanting that award for a long time, hasn't he? Since *Titanic*, it's been almost ten years now? He has always wanted to prove his acting skills with other movies. Unfortunately, luck hasn't been on his side, and he has missed it every time."

Laila, from an angle where he couldn't see, gave him a strange look. She really wanted to tell him that the poor guy wouldn't get that award for another ten years, so how could he pity him now?

Roy continued, "I once told him that if he wants that award, he can come to you. Didn't I also win an Oscar for Best Actor? Instead of trying his luck with other directors, he might as well try with you."

"You're overestimating me." Laila smiled bitterly. Sometimes luck is really important. She didn't have the confidence to get Leo that award ten years early.

"Overestimating? No, I'm telling the truth." Roy turned her head to face him, letting her see his serious expression. "The miracles you've created are right in front of you. What could be more convincing than that?"

Okay, Laila had to admit that this was indeed a very convincing answer.

She playfully slapped his hand away. "You win. After you said that, I suddenly felt great."

Roy laughed heartily, kissed her hand several times, and said in a low voice, "I just help him deliver the script. I didn't say you would agree. Don't worry, if you don't want to do it, I'll turn him down for you."

"I'm actually interested." Laila sighed lightly. "You know, I don't have the time right now. Grandma is old and her recovery ability is very poor. It may take some time for her to fully recover. I can't leave here temporarily."

"I understand, then let's put the script aside for now." Roy didn't hesitate to snatch the script from her hand and threw it on the table aside, then whispered in her ear, "When I came in just now, Demi said you don't have any work this afternoon."

Together for so long, how could Laila not know what he meant?

His voice was low and deep, full of a seductive charm as if forcibly rushing into her ears, piercing into her heart, making her heart beat as if to release the last bit of strength.

She missed him too.

"Then let's go home."

What would happen next naturally didn't need to be detailed, and if it were detailed, there would be mistakes, so this part is omitted.

The next day, Demi saw a boss who was radiant and well-nourished.

Don't ask her how she could tell. After following the boss for so many years, if she couldn't even see this difference, what kind of professional secretary would she be? It's not bragging; she could tell if one of the boss's hair strands was sticking up, and she could guess the reason why.

Take today's boss, for example. To others in the company, she might not seem much different from usual. That's because they didn't understand Laila and didn't see that the corners of her mouth were lifted two millimeters more than usual, did they? Also, her hair was slightly more disheveled than usual, all revealing the boss's good mood.

"BOSS, you're in a good mood today." As a professional secretary, when she saw the boss happy, she had to give her a chance to express it and then share it with her very happily.

Laila smiled and nodded, replying, "Yeah," without any intention of revealing the reason.

Demi was stunned for a moment. Professional secretary training didn't say how to deal with this situation. Generally, shouldn't the boss say why she's happy? You're just digging holes and not filling them; you'll end up with no friends!

But her professional ethics also told her that it's best not to ask when the boss doesn't say it herself. But what was the boss up to? She suddenly remembered that Roy had come back yesterday!

She must have been too busy with work to notice, what else besides Roy's safe return could make the boss so happy? Demi felt she had figured it out.

However, before she could report today's schedule to Laila, she was stopped by her, "Leave the morning free for me." She said, taking a script from her bag.

A script! After nearly ten years in the film company, Demi was naturally very familiar with this thing.

"BOSS, are you filming again?" She asked in surprise.

"Just interested in this script, but you know, I don't have the time to shoot a movie right now." Movies like this are hard to film in a few months, plus post-production, editing, dubbing, music, and so on, half a year will have passed.

If it were the previous full-time shooting, Laila could squeeze the schedule tightly and shoot in half a year. But now, she didn't think she could squeeze time out of her busy work to shoot a movie. Even if she could squeeze it, could those actors still cooperate with her?

New actors aside, as long as they have a role to play, they will be willing to cooperate. But those who play more important roles will need to hire more experienced actors, and it's hard to say whether their schedules can be accommodated.

Thinking of this, Laila suddenly froze.

Just wanted to take some time to read the script, why was she already thinking about the actors' schedules? Did she really want to shoot?

Well, she couldn't deceive herself. She did want to shoot. After so long without touching a movie, she felt like she was starting to rust. The work here is busy and fulfilling, and after the initial adaptation, she can still find some fun in it.

But whether it's the satisfaction of commanding a group of subordinates or the achievement of earning a lot of money, everything pales in comparison to making movies. Wanting to film, wanting to produce, wanting to create...even the least favorite parts that she thought of at this moment became extremely sweet. Ah! She's going crazy, what should she do?

"BOSS, if you really want to shoot a movie, it's still possible." Seeing the boss's tangled face, Demi, who regarded herself as the most professional secretary, suddenly said.

Laila looked up at her, really wanting to ask her what she meant. But after a moment of mental struggle, she gave up, "Forget it, Grandpa handed this place over to me. I must guard it well for him. How can I be distracted?"

"...," the most professional secretary Demi wanted to flip the table. Boss, if you keep going off-script like this, you'll really lose me!