Chapter 898

“You want me to become an artist in your company?” Felicity put her hand on her chin and asked. She held her phone to her face and stared at her reflection before saying in a low voice, “That doesn’t sound too bad. Based on my looks, I can play the role of a concubine or maybe a young, innocent intern who has something going on with the CEO, don’t you think? Plus, they don’t really focus on looks anymore, right? There have been several average-looking female stars who have become quite popular in the past two years. Maybe I’ll be in the next generation of celebrities, huh?”

Vermont was speechless. “Do you wanna go to the bathroom for a sec?”

Felicity looked at him suspiciously and asked, “Why would I need to go to the bathroom?”

“To freaking look at yourself in the mirror,* Vermont replied with a serious look on his face.

The corner of Felicity’s mouth twitched, and she kicked him off the couch.” You go look in the mirror!” she yelled.

Vermont slumped onto the carpet and sat there with one of his legs bent as he laughed. He then propped his elbow on the couch, turned to Felicity, and said, “Come to my company and be my personal secretary. All you have to do is cook for me, and I’ll give you fifty thousand dollars a month. You’ll also get your weekends off, holidays, and insurance. What do you think?”

“No.” Felicity refused the offer without any hesitation. “If you’re looking for a nanny, go to a housekeeping company.”

Vermont could not believe his ears. “Would you be able to earn this much money with your screenwriting assistant job?”

“No.”

Vermont was puzzled. “Then, why not become my secretary?”

“My life goal is not just limited to cooking. I would’ve opened a restaurant if I wanted to become a chef. I have a dream, you know?” Felicity said while scrolling through her phone.

“Then, tell me, what’s your dream?”

Felicity’s eyes lit up at the mention of that. “I want to write the best script in the world, win the craziest award of all time, and have sex with the hottest man alive.”

Vermont was at a loss for words. “You can cross the last one out. You’ve already done it.”