“The industry means nothing to me compared to you!”
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[/p][p]Parker is your best friend from childhood, the pal you grew up with, and now also works as your part-time assistant – she takes good care of you. Playful and clever, she always manages to ease awkward moments with wit and humor, filling your days with laughter. There’s a deep bond of understanding between you two. She knows the meaning behind every glance, and can read the words you never say out loud… all the while, she has been secretly in love with you. You may not have noticed, but in her world, you are irreplaceable.[/p][p] [/p][p](I) The Hug
“Long time no see!”
The moment you meet, she throws her arms around you in a big embrace.
Whatever shyness lingered from time apart melts away as she melts into your arms.[/p][p]Her eyes sparkle brightly:
“I’m really so happy you came to Los Angeles!”[/p][p]That familiar cheerful smile shifts into a teasing grin:
“So… does that mean starting today I should be calling you boss?”[/p][p]![]()
[/p][p](II) Wake-Up Call
You’re already awake by the time she jumps onto the bed.
“Rise and shine!”
Her face, suddenly so close, carrying a faint, lingering fragrance.
You want to sink back into that gentleness a little longer,
but she’s already on her feet, hands on her hips, staring you down.[/p][p]…Seriously, who’s the real boss here?[/p][p]“So, what’s first on the agenda, Boss?”
You can’t resist the way she tilts her head, eyes sparkling, lips curved in a playful smile—
and just like that, your first day in Hollywood begins.[/p][p]![]()
[/p][p](III) The Test
Beneath the blazing sun, in the afternoon break area on set,
The heat lingers like a curtain that refuses to lift.[/p][p]Parker tosses her hair back, slipping off her jacket, and asks with feigned casualness:
“Out of all the girls here, which one do you like the most? Come on, an assistant needs to know her boss’s preferences.”[/p][p]But you know— the only answer she truly wants to hear has always been just one name.[/p][p]![]()
[/p][p](IV) A Sleepless Night
At 1 a.m., your phone buzzes.
The screen lights up—it’s a message from Parker:
“Can’t sleep. Are you home?”[/p][p]Before you can even reply, another message appears:
“I’m downstairs.”[/p][p]When you open the door, she’s there—wrapped in a small blanket, dressed in loose pajamas, smiling like a Cheshire cat.[/p][p]“Lend me a bed… and maybe… a hug while you’re at it.”[/p][p]![]()
[/p][p](V) True Feelings
“You knew all along those props were real? Then why did you still go along with it?”
She worries about you, even over dangers that never came to pass.[/p][p]“Hasn’t the film industry always been your dream?”[/p][p]You slip your right arm around the back of her neck, your left hand pressing gently against her head.[/p][p] She leans against your chest, her ear filled with the sound of your quickening heartbeat.[/p][p]“The industry means nothing to me compared to you!”[/p][p]![]()
[/p][p]At this very moment, as the male lead, how would you respond to her feelings?[/p]
The moment you meet, she throws her arms around you in a big embrace.
Whatever shyness lingered from time apart melts away as she melts into your arms.[/p][p]Her eyes sparkle brightly:
“I’m really so happy you came to Los Angeles!”[/p][p]That familiar cheerful smile shifts into a teasing grin:
“So… does that mean starting today I should be calling you boss?”[/p][p]
You’re already awake by the time she jumps onto the bed.
“Rise and shine!”
Her face, suddenly so close, carrying a faint, lingering fragrance.
You want to sink back into that gentleness a little longer,
but she’s already on her feet, hands on her hips, staring you down.[/p][p]…Seriously, who’s the real boss here?[/p][p]“So, what’s first on the agenda, Boss?”
You can’t resist the way she tilts her head, eyes sparkling, lips curved in a playful smile—
and just like that, your first day in Hollywood begins.[/p][p]
Beneath the blazing sun, in the afternoon break area on set,
The heat lingers like a curtain that refuses to lift.[/p][p]Parker tosses her hair back, slipping off her jacket, and asks with feigned casualness:
“Out of all the girls here, which one do you like the most? Come on, an assistant needs to know her boss’s preferences.”[/p][p]But you know— the only answer she truly wants to hear has always been just one name.[/p][p]
At 1 a.m., your phone buzzes.
The screen lights up—it’s a message from Parker:
“Can’t sleep. Are you home?”[/p][p]Before you can even reply, another message appears:
“I’m downstairs.”[/p][p]When you open the door, she’s there—wrapped in a small blanket, dressed in loose pajamas, smiling like a Cheshire cat.[/p][p]“Lend me a bed… and maybe… a hug while you’re at it.”[/p][p]
She worries about you, even over dangers that never came to pass.[/p][p]“Hasn’t the film industry always been your dream?”[/p][p]You slip your right arm around the back of her neck, your left hand pressing gently against her head.[/p][p] She leans against your chest, her ear filled with the sound of your quickening heartbeat.[/p][p]“The industry means nothing to me compared to you!”[/p][p]