41 Jennifer Aniston (1/2)

All the signs are there, Jennifer only has to look a little closer.

Antigone continues to play with the thick contract on the table while shaking her toy. She is not paying any attention to the young woman standing across the desk from me. She seems to know something, glittering in that brilliant violet eyes of hers.

It is only when my daughter crawls back into my arms for a much needed embrace that Jennifer speaks up.

”Are you sure it is alright in front of your daughter, Mr. Maxwell?”

Jennifer asks hesitantly.

She didn't want to strip down completely and audition for me naked. No one in their right mind would regardless what kind of offer is given.

However, Jennifer didn't really have a choice in the matter. It is either did what I have asked or storm out of the room furiously to make a scene.

Storming out of the room will close many doors and opportunities in the future, especially during this staring period of her career.

My blacklist is still in effect, making it very difficult for her to get an audition. The blacklist is just one of many lighter options available to me, allowing me to screw anyone over.

Before Jennifer about to go through with it, she is concern about a certain child in the room. It is rather strange that I ask something like that of her when my daughter is here with me.

It is more than strange, actually.

Jennifer finally figures it out. At least she is using something called a brain inside that head of her. The first time around, she must have forgotten to.

I match her eyes before giving her a smile. Many people would have just go ahead and did what I ask without thinking too much on it.

If she did, I would have kick her out of the room immediately.

I obviously didn't want to see her audition naked right in front of my daughter. If I did, I wouldn't have brought Antigone along for the ride.

Furthermore, no casting couch is allowed in my auditoriums. It is one of my rules, for everyone as well as for me.

I must follow my own rules to set an example. If I didn't, I would have bang Sharon Stone already. She is one of the better looking actresses in the 1990s. She is currently a mess in one of the private offices on the opposite wings. She will pick herself up eventually.

In addition, I also like to mess with Jennifer for a reason.

What is the reason? I have already mentioned why in previous chapters. I'm not going to repeat myself anymore. In fact, people will have to use their brain to figure out things from now on.

”No, it will not be alright, Miss Jennifer Aniston. My daughter wouldn't want to see such an audition. It will corrupt her innocent mind.”

I answer her question and bounce my daughter in my arms, earning a glee and a bright smile.

”I think we have not formally introduce. My name is Maximilien Maxwell. My friends call me Max. You can call me Max. This is my 5 months old daughter, Antigone. Say hi to the nice lady, Anti.”

Antigone obeys with my help. I gently hold her wrist and jerk her hand in a waving motion. She spreads out her palm to form to complete the gesture.

”Now, it is your turn, Miss Jennifer. It is not only a nice thing to do, but it is also respectful. My daughter will be your boss one day, so start getting on her good side and kissing her ass literally. It will help your career in the long run.”

Jennifer mimics the greeting without my help, of course. She is somewhat embarrassed that I have to tell her to. She also introduce herself formally.