Chapter 1024: Chapter 1024: Being an Assistant
I don’t know how the big boss upstairs has such... unique eyes.
But Tiffany Lynch evidently didn’t think so much, only remembering one thing, "Has Jimmy Simmons called?"
The agent was taken aback, then shook her head and ventured, "Shall I call him?"
Tiffany Lynch covered the disappointment in her eyes, waving her hand irritably, "No, I’ll call him myself later."
The agent nodded and didn’t pry further.
Though internally complaining, she dared not say much about the business of the big boss.
After so many years in the industry, she had learned not to look too much or ask too much.
As long as she did her work by the rules and made money, it was good enough.
As for what exactly was going on between her talent and the boss, whether they were boyfriends and girlfriends or sugar daddy and lover, it had nothing to do with her.
*
Hannah had just escaped the cameras of the reporters behind her and upon entering the car, saw Arnold Simmons already sitting inside waiting for her.
Turning her head, she saw that her two assistants had already gotten into another car.
Both were people sent by Arnold Simmons, efficient in their work, and now it seemed their ability to read the situation was top-notch too.
"Have you been waiting long?"
She hadn’t yet had time to change out of her long gown, and without someone to help her, Hannah grew impatient, too lazy to adjust it, so the custom-made gown worth a million was carelessly dragging on the ground.
She didn’t mind one bit.
"Just got here, not long ago," Arnold Simmons said and then bent down, skillfully adjusting Hannah’s dress, taking a handkerchief to carefully wipe off the inadvertent stains on it.
With playful charm and a smile in her eyes, Hannah looked down at the man’s earnest profile, her smile radiant and her voice light and clear, "Arnold Simmons, if one day you get tired of being President, you can consider being my assistant, I’ll definitely pay you top salary."
Arnold Simmons put a coat on her and then reached out to gently rub her cheek, "Thinking of hiring me as an assistant, huh?"
Hannah leaned softly against him, looking up at his clean jawline, then stood up and gave him a light peck, her eyes carrying a hint of excitement.
She nodded eagerly, "Yeah, I’ve never tried having a male assistant as pleasing to the eye as you,"
Having a good-looking person in front of you could indeed boost work efficiency significantly.
Watching his own little miss brimming with eagerness, Arnold Simmons stayed quiet for a moment before speaking again, "Alright."
He indulged her to no end.
Of course, he had to mention some other small demands.
Hannah didn’t think too much but just paused for a moment, then with excitement, leapt into Arnold Simmons’s arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing her blushed face close to his, "Are you serious?"
Her big eyes were as excited as a cat waiting for a treat.
"Serious," Arnold Simmons said, embracing her, "but I don’t want a salary."
Hannah puzzled, "Then what do you want?"
Arnold Simmons lowered his head, pressing against her soft cheek, and began to seriously lay out his conditions.
His deep voice carried each word to her ear.
Just a few short words, which were so... yet spoken with utter seriousness by him.
Hannah couldn’t help but blush, instinctively covering her cheeks with her hands.
Looking at Arnold Simmons as if seeing a "beast in gentleman’s clothing," her bright red lips moved, and it took her a while before she mumbled, "Arnold Simmons, have you been sneaking a look at my novels!"
The man was in excellent spirits, leaning back in his seat, quietly admiring the bashful face of the girl in his arms, a smile on his lips, "If you agree, we’ll sign the contract when we get back, I’ll be your assistant for life, fulfilling your wish."
