*Chapter 20-21

*Chapter 20: Try It? That’s a Great Idea!*

"Come on, being an assistant is important too, okay? And a competent assistant isn't as easy as you think. The tasks might not seem like a big deal, but they’re super tedious. With your temper, I’m afraid you'd be ready to shoot someone within a few days."

"Is it really as bad as you’re making it sound?" Hanna responded, though her eyes betrayed a bit of unease.

Despite managing to protect herself in the American military, which has a sexual assault rate of over 90%, Hanna now sat on Wayne’s lap like a gentle little lamb. But on a regular day, she was far more fierce.

Especially when she first joined the club—she had beaten up half the trainers there.

In Los Angeles, particularly in North Hollywood, being a pretty face alone wouldn’t make you a top-tier trainer in a club.

"Also, I’ve got a lot of women. As my closest assistant, you’d see them frequently. Are you sure you won’t get so mad that you’ll end up shooting me?"

"Of course not!" Hanna quickly reassured him. "If you don’t believe me, we can test it out!"

"Test what?"

"Test my reaction, obviously!"

"..."

Wayne was dumbfounded, then thought to himself that it wasn’t a bad idea at all!

So, right there, he picked up the phone and called Mrs. Stewart, whom he hadn’t spent much time with lately, and arranged to meet her at a hotel that afternoon.

Three hours later, the test results were in.

After finding out that Mrs. Stewart was married, Hanna immediately gave Wayne a strong lecture.

However, the lecture lasted only a few seconds. She didn’t even make it out of the room before shouting "F*** it!" and joining the two of them on the bed.

"Damn it! He left me alone in there!"

"And that old b****—how did she wake up before me? Isn’t my stamina supposed to be better than hers?"

"F***!"

The next morning, Hanna woke up in the chaos of the aftermath. She noticed the note Wayne left on the nightstand with an address and immediately called her boss at the club to request a twenty-day paid vacation.

Two hours later, after taking a shower and changing into clean clothes, she dragged two large suitcases into her black Chevy Suburban—the same model the FBI uses—and drove to Wayne's estate.

"What are you doing?"

"Starting my job as your assistant!"

"And what’s with the suitcases?"

"Idiot, as your personal assistant, obviously I’m going to live with you! Otherwise, whenever you want to f*** me, do I have to drive over?"

"..."

Wayne had no retort, so he instructed the maids to prepare a room for her.

As he glanced at the black Suburban parked in the garage, a strange thought suddenly popped into his mind.

"Come to think of it, driving this thing around town... I wonder if the cops would even pull me over?"

With that thought, he suddenly wanted to get himself a Suburban just to see.

At dinner, Hanna met Mia and Jessica.

"This is Mia and Jessica, my girlfriends... and this is Hanna, my new bodyguard and assistant. She’ll be staying here for a while too."

To make things look more reasonable, Wayne gave Hanna the title of "bodyguard." After all, bodyguards need to stay close to their employers.

But Mia and Jessica weren’t fools. One glance at Hanna's looks and figure, which were no less stunning than theirs, and they could guess her true relationship with Wayne.

Plus, what kind of bodyguard dines at the same table with their employer?

On the other hand, Hanna looked at Wayne, then at Mia and Jessica, and couldn’t help but marvel.

She hadn’t realized until now that Wayne openly had two girlfriends, and they seemed to get along harmoniously.

Then again, thinking about Wayne’s good looks, his fit body, and his enormous mansion, it suddenly seemed perfectly normal.

Rich men, even those fat old men, could have multiple mistresses. Wayne was better-looking and more capable than any man she'd ever met—why shouldn't he have two girlfriends?

That night, Wayne slept in the same bed with Jessica and Mia, while Hanna, being the "bodyguard," went to sleep downstairs.

Still, that was better than the maids, whose rooms were in the annex building along with the chef.

Over the next few days, Wayne started learning Krav Maga under Hanna’s guidance.

Krav Maga is a military combat technique developed by Israel, later becoming a required course for the FBI, and widely adopted by military and police forces around the world.

While it didn’t look as stylish as kung fu in movies, it was far more practical.

And since the "Bourne" series prided itself on realism, Krav Maga became Wayne’s next learning goal.

Once again, Wayne demonstrated his incredible learning ability and physical talent.

To put it simply, his strength, endurance, balance, and flexibility were already maxed out. As long as he used his brain a little, he could learn any combat skill quickly.

It was like when Zhang Wuji learned the "Nine Yang Divine Art"—once he had immense inner strength, he could master any technique after seeing it just once.

That afternoon, as Wayne pinned Hanna to the mat once more and reached for her yoga pants to take things further, his phone—conveniently placed nearby—rang, breaking the moment.

"Go grab my phone, Assistant Hanna," Wayne said, giving her a playful smack.

"F***!" Hanna glared at him and flipped him the bird, but she still got up, grumbling, and fetched the phone as instructed.

"Hey, Sarah!"

"Wayne, James Wan finished the script. When do you want to take a look at it?"

"Is Mia busy today?"

"Yes, Mia’s busy until the evening."

"Alright, I’ll have my assistant pick up the script. Let’s schedule the auditions for tomorrow morning."

"Got it, I’ll notify Liv Tyler’s agent right away."

Having confidence in James Wan, the famous horror director, Wayne didn’t even need to see the script before scheduling auditions for the next day.

After hanging up, Wayne looked down to find Hanna kneeling in front of him, about to pull his pants down, and gave her a helpless pat on the head.

He couldn’t tell if it was his overwhelming charm or if Hanna was just trying to make up for lost time.

The once sexually reserved Hanna had now gone to the opposite extreme. Whenever she had a chance, she wanted to "connect" with Wayne more deeply.

Luckily for Wayne, he was in great shape. Otherwise, she might have worn him out already.

"Alright, Assistant Hanna, you’ve got a new job to do! Don’t forget you said you’d try to be a competent assistant!"

"..."

Hanna could only stand up, looking disappointed.

Without changing her clothes, she gave Wayne a quick kiss on the cheek and grabbed her light jacket off the dumbbell rack before leaving the gym.

Two minutes later, her FBI-style black Suburban roared out of Wayne’s estate like a wild horse.

Clearly, she planned to drive as fast as possible to pick up the script and hurry back for more "quality time" with Wayne.

So, just a little over an hour later, Wayne—having just taken a refreshing shower—was lying by the outdoor pool, reading the script while enjoying Hanna’s services.

The warm summer breeze felt great against his damp skin. Wayne was completely naked, and the sun felt incredible on his cock. The 45-year-old actor had starred in many films, and his dick was very famous. It was big, hard, and ready for action.

Hanna, on the other hand, was clothed in a white bikini. She was Wayne’s personal assistant and was 26. Hanna was a very beautiful woman and had amazing tits and an ass to die for.

Wayne glanced over the script as Hanna started giving him a blowjob. The feeling of her warm mouth and wet tongue on his dick was incredible. He could feel himself getting harder and harder in her mouth.

Hanna pulled her mouth off Wayne’s dick, “I love the way you taste, Wayne.”

Wayne chuckled, “Well, I’m glad you like it.”

Hanna bent back over and started sucking Wayne’s dick again. Her head was bobbing up and down as she sucked harder and harder. Wayne let out a loud moan as he felt himself getting closer to cumming.

“Oh, fuck, Hanna! I’m going to cum!” Wayne yelled.

Hanna didn’t pull away. Instead, she started sucking even harder. Wayne let out a loud moan as he exploded in her mouth. Hanna swallowed every last drop.

Wayne let out a sigh, “That was amazing, Hanna.”

Hanna grinned, “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

Wayne leaned back against the lounge chair and closed his eyes. He felt Hanna straddle his hips, and she started grinding her pussy against his dick. Wayne opened his eyes and looked down. He could see the outline of her pussy through her bikini.

Wayne reached down and pulled Hanna’s bikini bottom to the side. He could see her bare pussy, and it was dripping wet. Wayne grabbed Hanna’s hips and pulled her down onto his dick.

Hanna let out a loud moan as Wayne entered her. She started riding him harder and harder. Wayne reached up and grabbed Hanna’s tits. He started squeezing and kneading them as Hanna rode him.

“Oh, fuck, Wayne! You feel so good inside me!” Hanna yelled.

Wayne started thrusting his hips up, meeting Hanna’s thrusts. He could feel himself getting closer to cumming again.

“I’m going to cum again, Hanna!” Wayne yelled.

Hanna leaned forward and started kissing Wayne. She started riding him even harder. Wayne let out a loud moan as he exploded inside Hanna. Hanna collapsed onto Wayne, panting heavily.

Wayne wrapped his arms around Hanna and held her close. They both lay there, enjoying the afterglow of their intense lovemaking.

Hanna looked up at Wayne, “I love you, Wayne.”

Wayne smiled, “I love you too, Hanna.”

Hanna leaned in and started kissing Wayne again. Wayne could feel himself getting hard again.

Hanna grinned, “Again?”

Wayne chuckled, “Again.”

Hanna started grinding her hips against Wayne’s dick again. Wayne reached down and pulled Hanna’s bikini bottom to the side. He could see her bare pussy, and it was dripping wet. Wayne grabbed Hanna’s hips and pulled her down onto his dick.

Hanna let out a loud moan as Wayne entered her. She started riding him harder and harder. Wayne reached up and grabbed Hanna’s tits. He started squeezing and kneading them as Hanna rode him.

Wayne could feel himself getting closer to cumming again. He started thrusting his hips up, meeting Hanna’s thrusts. Hanna leaned forward and started kissing Wayne. They were both moaning and panting heavily.

Wayne let out a loud moan as he exploded inside Hanna again. Hanna collapsed onto Wayne, panting heavily. Wayne wrapped his arms around Hanna and held her close.

Wayne looked up at the sky, “Best fucking day ever.”

Hanna chuckled, “Agreed.”

Wayne leaned in and started kissing Hanna again. He could feel himself getting hard again.

Hanna grinned, “Again?”

Wayne chuckled, “Again.”

And again, they made love by the pool,

So, just a little over an hour later, Wayne—having just taken a refreshing shower—was lying by the outdoor pool, reading the script while enjoying Hanna’s services.

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Half an hour later, Wayne closed the script with satisfaction.

James Wan did not disappoint him. Not only did the script subtly surpass the original in terms of plot and dialogue, but it also elevated the suspense and horror aspects by at least one or two levels compared to the original.

This addressed the film's biggest criticism—"not scary enough"—and significantly improved that aspect.

No matter how the audience would perceive it after release, Wayne found nothing major to criticize in it.

After calling to notify Sera that the script had passed, Wayne picked up Hannah, ready to reward her generously.

The night passed without further events.

At 9 a.m. the next morning, Wayne, along with Jessica, arrived at the company in Hannah’s Suburban to attend the audition.

Mia had driven herself earlier because of her work commitments.

Jessica’s agent, though she already knew Jessica had secured the lead role, still had to attend for contractual reasons and had arrived earlier as well.

"Hello, Mr. Wayne, it's an honor to see you again!"

Jessica’s agent, Vinnie, was extremely humble and enthusiastic in front of Wayne, a far cry from the face she showed when convincing Jessica at the party.

But this was normal—knowing how to adjust for different people is a basic skill, not just for agents but for anyone in society.

Especially now, with Jessica having turned down the new TV series audition for Cameron, she was banking on Wayne for her rise to fame and fortune. Naturally, Vinnie wanted to stay in Wayne's good graces.

After all, the founders of CAA (Creative Artists Agency) famously danced on dining tables to win over clients!

Wayne smiled politely, shook her hand, and then left Jessica with her agent before following Mia to the audition room.

Along the way, Wayne turned heads wherever he went, from both men and women.

It couldn't be helped—he was too handsome.

When Leonardo DiCaprio auditioned for Titanic, all the women in the building came to see him. Wayne, with his even higher looks, in a custom-tailored suit, radiating elegance and confidence, looked like the heir to a centuries-old aristocratic family, drawing even more attention.

"Oh my god, who is that? He's unbelievably handsome!" A young Black actor in the corner couldn't help but exclaim along with the other actresses.

His voice, however, was a bit loud, drawing the attention of another auditioning actor beside him.

"Come on, dude, you don’t know who that is and you're here to audition? Who brought you here?"

"Of course, my agent got me this audition. My agent is Conrad Jones from WMA. So, did I miss some big news?"

"Well, looks like you really don't know. That's Wayne Anderson, the new owner of Hemera Films. The movie they shot with an $8 million budget and sold to Warner Bros. for $20 million? That was his independent project, which he wrote, directed, and starred in."

"Ah, I’ve heard of him! My agent did mention that Hemera got a new, wealthy owner. I just assumed Wayne Anderson was some old guy. I never thought he'd be so young and handsome! I’m screwed; I was hoping to audition for the lead role!"

Mike's client, a young Asian guy auditioning for the role of 'Blond Slacker,' was shocked as he looked at the Black actor, who appeared to be at least 27 or 28. He couldn’t help but feel confused.

"Where did this guy come from? A Black lead? Does he think he's Will Smith?"

"Where's your agent? Did they tell you to audition for the lead role?" the Asian actor asked, genuinely curious.

The Black actor flashed a wide smile, showing his pearly whites. "My agent believes in me and said I should just come on my own."

"Heh..."

The Asian guy awkwardly chuckled and decided he didn’t want to talk to this delusional guy anymore.

Not far from them, a girl with wavy dark brown hair, skin as white as milk, and delicate, radiant features overheard their conversation. Her dark, gemstone-like eyes flickered with a thoughtful expression.

If Wayne were here, he would have immediately recognized this girl.

She was none other than Anne Hathaway, the future star of The Princess Diaries, which would premiere next year and skyrocket her to fame.

At least in Wayne's eyes, Anne was a beauty whose looks and charm, when she wasn’t smiling, were on par with Jessica’s, a rarity even in Hollywood, where beauties were abundant.

As for her smile... well, that was a matter of personal preference.

However, Anne Hathaway wasn’t famous yet. Though she had a role in last year's TV show Get Real and even received a Teen Choice Award nomination for Best TV Actress, the show had low ratings and was canceled after one season. Because of this, she was even less well-known than Jessica.

Since Wayne knew her family was in Brooklyn, New York, not Los Angeles, he hadn’t considered her for a major role in either Accepted or Happy Death Day.

So, like that Black actor, Anne had come on her own.

As a struggling newcomer whose one-year contract was about to expire, her agent didn’t think she was worth the effort of flying to New York to renew her contract. Plus, she was eager to see if Hollywood held new opportunities for her, so she took a flight to LA.

While signing her new contract two days ago at CAA's office, she overheard agents discussing Hemera Films.

Even in Hollywood, where production companies are everywhere, it was rare to see an independently financed production with an $8 million budget. Outside of the Big Seven studios, Hemera Films ranked in the top 30.

Now, Hemera was producing a new film with a budget of over $10 million, and with the audition happening just two days later, she begged her agent to secure a supporting role audition for her.

But since it was just a minor role and her agent didn’t have high hopes for her, she was told to go alone.

If she landed the part, her agent would step in to negotiate with Hemera.

After all, not every agent was as diligent as Mike. Otherwise, Wayne wouldn’t have chosen him to be his own agent.

“If I could win him over…”

Anne’s mind couldn’t help but entertain the thought, something very common in Hollywood. In fact, every actress auditioning had a similar idea.

Though Anne would later be treated like a princess, even to the point of facing backlash for being "too perfect," that was just a constructed persona.

Before becoming famous, unless you came from wealth or had backing from a powerful family, being a princess wasn’t even an option.

With this in mind, Anne glanced at Jessica, who had arrived with Wayne earlier, and frowned slightly.

Even as a fellow woman, she had to admit that Jessica was incredibly beautiful, one of the most stunning women in Hollywood.

Especially when she smiled—she was as sweet as milk chocolate.

Trying to steal Wayne from someone like her would clearly be a huge challenge.

As she was thinking about how to orchestrate a perfect first encounter with Wayne, another round of gasps filled the room, catching her attention.

Anne instinctively turned her head.

This time, the excitement was caused by an older man dressed in dark gray pants and a light-striped shirt, wearing a straw hat and slightly overweight.

Anne didn’t recognize him at first until someone whispered the name "Anthony Hopkins." Suddenly, she realized who the kindly-looking man with the modest smile was.

“My god! Anthony Hopkins?! An Oscar-winning actor! Why is he here? Is this really just a $10 million indie film?”

Everyone, including Mike's clients and the people Sera had contacted, was shocked upon learning Anthony Hopkins was auditioning.

Sera had not publicly announced his involvement because they weren’t sure they could secure him for the role.

But Hollywood is, after all, driven by money and status.

Why do actors and celebrities work so hard to climb the ladder? In the end, isn’t it all about money?

So what if Anthony Hopkins was an Oscar-winning actor? If the money was right, he’d still come to audition!

After the initial shock, everyone quickly grasped this reality. Hemera Films' reputation had skyrocketed in their minds, and they all became even more eager for the auditions.

*End of Chapter*