Chapter159 Taking on the Role of Director
To spare herself the awkward confrontation with Myron Curtis at home, Luann Weaver decisively chose to spend the night at Holly Weiss's place.
She briefly filled Holly in, leaving out the incident in the bathroom.
Holly listened and then remarked aggressively, "That Joshua is cruel! He lacks talents and just resorts to underhanded tricks. Who knows what he'll plan against you next."
Luann nodded in agreement.
"I heard he has a sister in showbiz, quite the celebrity, what's her name?"
"You're not telling me you still haven't figured out the Curtis family, have you?"
Holly's eyes wandered as she scratched her head sheepishly.
"Of course not. I remember... the Curtis family's head has three kids, right?"
Luann was silent for a moment before she began to explain.
"Mr. Curtis has one daughter and two sons."
"There's Grace, Joshua, and Emma in the oldest Curtis family."
"The second Curtis family has only one child, Myron Curtis."
"And from the youngest Curtis family, Alvin was born the same year as Emma, just half a month younger, the youngest of the Curtis clan."
With Luann's briefing, Holly's mental chart of the family relationships clicked into place.
"Hey, didn't Adolph mention that Alvin has a younger brother or sister?"
Luann Weaver said, "The third Curtis brother adopted that kid in secret. Seems like they've been keeping the child with relatives all this time, not raising the kid themselves. Outsiders don't even know, thinking Alvin is the youngest Curtis."
Holly Weiss nodded pensively, her fingers brushing her smooth chin.
"You need to be careful, Luann. That Grace has been a tough cookie in the entertainment world for years. She's no simpleton," she warned.
"And after the way you dealt with Joshua, I'm sure she won't let you off easy."
Luann shook her head slightly.
"If she wants to cause trouble for me, she's got to finish filming her current project first."
"But Emma..." Holly gazed at her with concern, "What about her?"
"...Nothing," Luann deflected, changing the subject. "But that's not the real issue. Lately, I've been wondering about the scar on Myron Curtis' face..."
"I don't know if it's just me, but something about it seems off..."
Holly spoke with conviction, "A woman's intuition is often right on the money! With the Curtis family being all secretive, maybe there's something we don't know."
Observing the furrow between Luann's brows, Holly's heart ached for her friend. She reached out with a soothing touch, her warm hand gently smoothing the lines of worry.
"Don't rush it; take your time," she comforted. "And as for Eddy, I'll do my best to pry some useful information out of him!"
Luann hummed in agreement.
"It's getting late; rest up. We've got to head to the office tomorrow."
"Sure."
As dawn faintly lit the sky, Luann found herself restless and unable to sleep. She rose to freshen up and began rummaging through the wardrobe for the outfit Holly had prepared. Likely due to their lifelong habit of sharing a room, Holly's closet was always stocked with identical clothing in various sizes.
Luann's slender fingers selected a black business suit and slowly slipped it on.
A soft giggle came from behind her. She turned to find Holly's eyes sparkling with delight.
"Oh, Lord! You look sinfully gorgeous in that outfit!" exclaimed Holly.
The white blouse was undone at the top, revealing a delicate collarbone, and the black skirt, cinched at the waist, cascaded to her ankles, accentuating her slender silhouette. Her small, ivory feet slipped into black heels, an irresistibly tempting sight.
"It's pretty standard, I guess," Luann remarked, checking her reflection in the mirror.
As Holly Weiss swallowed and was about to offer more feedback, Luann Weaver's phone buzzed to life in her purse. She checked it, her face falling silent.
"What's up?" Holly asked.
"Myron Curtis is waiting for me at the door."
"Then you better scoot. Don't keep the man waiting."
With a noncommittal hum, Luann casually slung her white purse over her shoulder and walked out, her modest heels clicking on the floor. As she opened the door, Myron's gaze swept over her and fixed his stare on her, unblinking.
His lips were a tight line and his stare was intense, scrutinizing every inch of her in an impolite manner. His brows furrowed more with each passing second.
Stepping out of his car, Myron stood before Luann, reaching out to her collar with a commanding hand.
"Hold still," he ordered, a stern note halting Luann's movements.
She tilted her head slightly, a few strands of her loosely pinned up hair brushing down her temples, her eyes watery with chagrin.
Myron expertly fastened her buttons, while Luann felt the tightness around her neck making it hard to breathe.
"It's uncomfortable," she managed to say.
Pausing, Myron's eyes travelled downwards. Unbuttoned, the blouse revealed her lovely collarbone, but fastened, it accentuated the curves of her chest a bit too perfectly—an austere beauty.
"This blouse... Holly Weiss picked it out for you?" Myron grumbled, his displeasure evident as he undid the button he had just secured.
Luann nodded, not following. Why did it seem like everyone had an issue with her outfit?
"Is it that ugly?"
Meeting Luann's innocent, almost naïve gaze, Myron sighed, rubbing his forehead. "It's not ugly. It's just... it's too appealing."
Glancing at his watch, he noticed there was still time.
"Let's swing by the boutique. I'll help you pick a new one." Without further discussion, he took her by the wrist, leading her to his car. Luann offered no resistance, accompanying him without a word.
Inside the boutique, the staff greeted Myron with reverent eagerness, all smiles. "Mr. Curtis, an honor to have you. What can we find for you today?"
With a hand at Luann's waist, gently guiding her forward, Myron made his request, "Find her something for work. Nothing too revealing."
"Certainly, sir."
The employee quickly selected a several outfits for Luann to try on. But each one seemed to displease Myron even more.
"What kind of stuff are you selling here?" he demanded, his dissatisfaction more than apparent.
The sales clerk’s voice was small and tinged with a sense of injustice. “It’s just... with a figure like hers, the clothes are bound to look this stunning on her.”
Myron Curtis took a deep breath, sifting through the options and reluctantly picking something that looked passable.
"Let's go with this one."
After changing, Myron Curtis and Luann Weaver headed to the company.
As soon as they stepped through the main entrance, all heads turned in unison to stare.
Then, with a mix of reverence and disdain, they greeted, “Good morning, Director!”
Luann Weaver nodded slightly in acknowledgment.
Myron Curtis escorted Luann Weaver toward the staircase.
"Perfect timing. This elevator has just been completed."
"Huh?"
"From now on, it's reserved for your use only, taking you straight to your floor."
