Hollywood What If Chapter 225

"By the way, belated Merry Christmas." The receptionist greeted the assistant director.

"Thank you," Assistant Director Simone Palenque smiled and entered the building.

They had a day off yesterday, Christmas, to celebrate the holiday...

Unlike the other crew members, Simone Palenque didn't ask for a vacation. He wanted to show Director Grey that he was serious about his job and wanted to continue working.

In fact, he hoped that Director Grey would choose to promote him to director. Simone Palenque understood how hard it was to make a movie.

It costs hundreds of thousands of dollars to make a professional movie. Napoleon Dynamite, Kazir's first comedy, cost half a million. That was something Simon could never raise.

To make a movie, he needed an investor. Someone who would trust him and invest money to make a movie.

He knew that Fremont Smith couldn't become a director without the help and guidance of Kazir Grey.

Simone hoped he would get the same treatment. So right now he is working hard to prove himself.

He did not ask for an immediate answer. For three or five years he was happy to work for Kazir as long as he helped him become a director. He was young anyway.

According to stereotypes, directors were old because they had to gain experience before they could start their own projects.

He was happy if he could become a director before the age of 35.

Simone Palenque stepped into the elevator and hit the floor where the director's office was.

Note that Grey Pictures only leased five floors of this building. This company had just started five years ago, and they were still trying to build their foundation. The good thing was that their performance got better every year.

Maybe next year they would have their own building.

Simone got off the elevator and walked to the office door.

Most of the employees were on vacation, so the building was quiet.

"Who is it?"

"Director, it's me, Simone. I've finished evaluating our budget for renting and building the background sets."

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"Come in."

Simone Palenque opened the door to find Kazir sipping coffee. It seemed that the director woke up early, as he was already in his suit and looking good.

"Here are the documents, sir."

"Thank you," Kazir took a look, read some of the words and nodded.

"You did a good job."

"Thank you, Director." Simone was pleased to hear Kazir praise him.

"Kazir, babe? Have you found my thong? I can't find it, I thought I bought a pair. It seems I only bought one, too bad, it's soaking because of you."

A woman's voice sounded from Kazir's room. This office had a room and a shower since the director lived here.

Angelina came out of the room in her nightgown. She looked bright and fresh after waking up, there was something about what happened yesterday that made her feel better. She was in a good mood after a good d*cking from Kazir.

"Babe, have you seen my..."

Angelina stopped immediately when she saw that there was another person in the room.

She looked at Kazir and blushed. She returned to the room and closed the door.

"..."

Simone was stunned. His mind almost stopped working.

"Is that... Is that Angelina Jolie?

He then looked at Director Kazir Grey. Looking for answer.

"You can go now."

"Yes." He replied quickly and walked out of the office in a second.

"Wow, that's crazy."

Simone muttered. He remembered that Director Grey was still working on Christmas Eve before he left the building.

Two days later, Angelina Jolie had already spent a night in his office!

"It's really amazing to be a director." The young assistant was determined to be one.

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"Kazir, what the hell? Why didn't you say there was actually a person in your office?" Angelina was angry as she came out of the room and confronted him.

"Because you're so beautiful when you sleep. I don't want to disturb you because I know you're tired."

"T- Then you should have... Wait, are you trying to make me feel better so I'll forget what you did to me?"

Kazir stood up and hugged her, Angelina closed her mouth. She wanted to talk but Kazir hugged her. She laid her head on his chest.

"Are you still sore?"

"Yes. But it feels so good."

This was the best sex of her life. She hadn't expected that the one who would bring her to multiple orgasms would be the stoic and boring man in front of her.

They spent Christmas Eve and Christmas Day f*cking in his apartment and office.

They first had sex in his apartment before Kazir took her to his office for efficiency. Apparently he had work to do... Angelina didn't know what to say, but she came so much that she didn't hold it against him.

The man was indeed a great lover.

"You should rest. We are still on vacation and you can sleep in my office if you want."

"Okay." She said meekly, very sweet.

"As for the two thongs you're talking about, they are all wet. Maybe you don't remember."

"Hm." She nodded and spent a few minutes in his embrace.

"I want to eat, I'm hungry." She pouted and rubbed her head against his chest.

"I already ordered chow mein. You eat Chinese food, right?"

"Yeah..." She wrapped her arms around him and giggled.

'The decision I made two days ago is the best decision I ever made in my life. I will never regret it, not even in the future.' She giggled and cuddled with the hunk.

After that they had a sloppy kiss before Angelina was pinned to the table. They spent some time grinding against each other.

Their Chinese food arrived later and they ate it with gusto. They were too hungry and ate the whole thing.

After that they had sex again. From Christmas to New Year's, the man and woman rarely left the office. This was the best week for Angelina Jolie. She was deeply loved and she became confident in herself. After that she never thought about drugs again. She realized that there are better things than drugs.

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[Alright, for the record, I wrote this chapter on November last year, and I have no idea what I'm doing. I already posted 3 chapters today. So yeah, fuck this shit, I'm out.]