Chapter 145: Praising and Belittling
As soon as he entered the bar, Duke noticed the woman sitting alone diagonally across the room. She had clear, melancholic, and mesmerizing hazel eyes. Her curly dark brown hair cascaded over the shoulders of a grey V-neck cardigan. With her strikingly delicate features and slender, sexy physique, she was incredibly eye-catching even while just sitting there.
Though she wore only light makeup and looked slightly different from her on-screen persona—and her fame in North America didn't even match a second-tier Hollywood actress's—Duke still recognized her at a glance. After all, the Braveheart crew was staying at a hotel near this very bar.
"Is that her?" Zack Snyder suddenly asked.
"You interested?" Duke raised an eyebrow at his assistant director. "I always thought you were into men."
Zack Snyder nearly spat out his drink. Eyes wide, he said, "Duke, that's slander!"
He turned to look over there again, then reluctantly wrenched his gaze back. "Why is this a movie with no important female roles?"
Duke knew his own team members were no angels either. Within their authority—and as long as they didn't cross his bottom line—they had pulled plenty of strings to get certain women screen time in the film. But that was simply the nature of the industry. Expecting people to bust their asses for you without perks in return was a pipe dream, not just in a pragmatic place like Hollywood, but anywhere in the global business world. As long as they kept it reasonable, he wouldn't interfere.
"Are you that interested in her?"
Sofia Coppola returned from the restroom and sat down next to Duke. Zack Snyder took a sip from his glass and said, "I don't think there are many men who wouldn't be interested in Sophie Marceau!"