I'm so charming, there are always men who love me

Chapter 5

The unexpected incident of Ajani's near-fall had obviously caused everyone to break out in a cold sweat and all gathered around her at once.

Director Tornadore, who was himself partial to Margaret, was naturally extra concerned by such an incident, and it was good to see that she did not appear to be injured.

Because of the props problem just now almost caused an accident, today can only suspend the shooting, the props team to carry out a safety check.

At the moment Margaret was sitting in Brian Lord's German car, and beside her was the tall rescuer.

The location of The Pianist at Sea was so remote that Margaret offered Logan a ride, and the fiercely cute, tall man frowned, but didn't refuse.

"Are you sure the accident just now didn't have bad enough repercussions to warrant a trip to the hospital?" Brian Lord sat on the passenger side, unbuttoning his suit jacket and looking a little exasperated.

Not upset with Margaret, of course, but with the cast and crew for their negligence with the location props.

If Margo had actually fallen down the steps, even if she was lucky enough not to cause a major problem involving her life, a simple broken bone would have prevented her from entering the set in two weeks, or even losing the role.

Margaret, who hadn't lost a single strand of hair, consoled him, "Thank goodness Mr. Logan showed up in time."

After witnessing the chic haired man's athleticism, Brian Lord was very glad he had just been around Margaret.

"Greetings, Mr. Logan, your sensitive and powerful hands look quite a bit better than even a fighting champion."

He wasn't just being polite for the sake of being polite; the massed actor had shown himself to be an excessively good fighter.

Mr. Tall Actor was as polite as he could be, "It's just a hand up."

Margaret looked at his hair, which was sticking up like a dog's ear, and had an inexplicable urge to touch it, which, of course, she instantly resisted.

After all, this gentleman looked badass.

After making sure again that Margo wasn't in shock, Brian continued, "Look, you're going to need a bodyguard for the many accidents that can happen."

Brian Lord had obviously and deliberately overlooked the fact that even the most professional bodyguard couldn't be close to her at all times, but what the hell, his current mission was to convince Margo to accept the offer.

Much like the movie The Bodyguard starring Kevin Costner and Whitney Houston, Hollywood stars were very fond of hiring retired American agents or retired Israeli soldiers as personal bodyguards, and professional security firms had even sprung up recently.

Brian inquired, "How about a retired Israeli Army commando specialist?"

Margaret's expression didn't look much more than willing, and it was no wonder; a number of the recent scandals in Hollywood had been caused by bodyguards breaching non-disclosure agreements in favor of accepting media or publishers' fees for breaking the news, and the real and fake stories were defensible.

Brian looked at the brunette's expression and knew that convincing her would be difficult, I'm afraid.

His eyes turned to the tall man beside Margo and he politely inquired, "Would Mr. Logan be interested in becoming a bodyguard?"

Brian Lord's sharp eyes, naturally can see that Logan's economic level is not good, he opened his mouth to invite the other party, on the one hand, in order to thank him for his "help", on the other hand, is to see Luo obviously more than the professional bodyguards have a sense of security agile hands.

When Margaret fell down the stairs, he moved so fast that he had the sensibility of a wild animal.

The question of how to find a bodyguard who truly brings security in every way has always plagued Hollywood as a whole.

This Mr. Logan, on the other hand, not only looks quite a bit better than those Israeli ex-servicemen, he also doesn't look like he would sell his privacy to the press.

He looked very tough, with an unruly, tough personality that clearly didn't care to sell his clients' privacy.

More importantly, Margaret shouldn't be able to turn down this savior, which was Brian's ultimate goal in the first place.

When faced with a client with a less-than-stellar temperament, a tough personality, and whom you value extraordinarily highly, there didn't seem to be much you could do but find a way to placate and persuade her, the CAA tyrant thought.

The key now, of course, is whether Logan wants to serve as a celebrity bodyguard.

"Mr. Logan, if you are interested, the salary can be set at two thousand dollars per day for the time being, only providing personal security services, and once it involves special types of services, it will be charged separately." Brian Lord's assistant spoke up in time, "Of course, the subsequent salary will be gradually increased."

As Brian expected, Margaret really didn't refuse harshly, the fierce and cute gentleman beside her didn't look like he was having a good time, and relying on his good hands as a bodyguard was obviously much better than being a crowd-pleaser.

Logan, on the other hand, who had been a recluse in the snowy woods for ten years, was looking over at Margaret.

She had a smile on her lips, and was beautifully languid and indulgent in the light and shadow.

He had lost his memory after being struck through the brain by an alloy bullet, and although more than once he had found a short-lived job with false papers to earn a commission, the star bodyguard was clearly different.

This time the experience was special, both like being taken in after wandering for so long and being recognized for his abilities and treated as an equal with dignity.

The silence on Logan's cold face was recognition, and as he signed the mutual contract with Margaret in the hotel suite, he was still a little confused as to why he suddenly had a brain fart.

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Director Truffaut demanded that Tornadore must give enough time for Margaret to rest for two weeks, and Brian Lord took her directly on a private plane to Los Angeles.

Of course, she was accompanied by her newly appointed personal bodyguard.

In the CAA headquarters in Century City, Los Angeles, Hollywood gold agent Brian Lord pressed the intercom, "Please have Mr. Leslie Dart, with Mr. Grant Ward, come to my office."

Leslie Dart is a well-known Hollywood public relations spokesman, serving as a public relations consultant for many famous directors and movie stars.

As for that Mr. Grant Ward, he is just a newcomer who joined CAA only yesterday, but he did very well in the interview.

Margaret had just picked up her black coffee when she heard a polite knock on the door, followed by the entrance of two men.

"Margot, Leslie will be your PR spokesperson." Brian looked a little surprised as he unfolded the black folder in his hand, "And this handsome young man, Mr. Grant Ward, will be your assistant."

Margaret raised an eyebrow, "Assistant? Mr. Ward looks like a male model."

Grant Ward fit the mainstream American aesthetic very well, with a tough face, tall stature, and a strong six-foot-three-inch frame better suited for a bodyguard.

Star assistants, on the other hand, are more like nannies and followers.

Of course, sometimes they have to serve as bodyguard affairs, but no matter what they are called, what they do is actually pretty much the same, and they need to be responsible for her food, clothing, housing and transportation.

It's not a happy job; Sharon Stone, for example, has been known to berate her assistants in front of crowds, sometimes to the point where a new young girl is brought to tears on the set.

Arnold Schwarzenegger was also a standard annoying "devil boss" who once sent his assistant out on the street at 4am just to find good sushi.

Many celebrities treat their assistants in a completely bossy manner and never say the words "please, excuse me, thank you" to them.

Of course, not all Hollywood people are like this, but not many are friendly.

Logan, who had always been uninhibited and indulgent, looked at the tall, stocky new assistant and inexplicably felt a sense of professional crisis rise.

Even Brian Lord, who only met Grant today, was a bit surprised, this young man can completely try to break into Hollywood, it should not be difficult to become a TV star, he came to apply for an assistant is really low-key.

S.H.I.E.L.D. level seven agent Grant Ward, at this time the mood is also a little complicated, this fighting skills are extremely strong, the gun is accurate undercover experts, in the face of their new mission really want to refuse.

This time, he was here for Ajani and Logan.

The matter of Stark Industries' advanced weaponry leaking out of the Middle East has caught S.H.I.E.L.D.'s attention, and the reason Margaret Ajani has recently come into S.H.I.E.L.D.'s sights has been quite dramatic--

Tony Stark went so far as to use his contacts in the military to send a spy plane under the orders of NORAD to spy on Ajani, who was far away in Rome filming a movie.

He's quite the nutcase, isn't he?

But it wasn't enough to make S.H.I.E.L.D. send a level seven agent undercover around her.

That Logan, who was suddenly acting as Ajani's bodyguard, was rather more special--

Not only is he a black man with fake papers, but Black Widow goes so far as to say that she was once, in 1937, taught fighting skills by Logan.

And she was pretty sure that this man, who hadn't aged in half a century, had been involved in World War II in 1945.

So Grant Ward's brand-new undercover assignment is as a celebrity assistant.

Grant had wanted to apply for a bodyguard, only to be told that Ms. Ajani didn't need a second bodyguard at the moment, just a babysitter, oh no, an assistant.

The world had been so cruel to him.

Half an hour later, Margaret looked grand as she walked out of Brian's office with bodyguards and assistants in black suits.

After all, the two men had proud heights, surprisingly the same six feet three inches, not bad at all.

And both men were very handsome.

On the first floor lobby of CAA's Century City headquarters, Margaret saw the tawdry silver and red sports car parked outside the door from afar.

In front of the car stood a man, suited but cynical.

Looks a little familiar.

Tony Stark looks at the two goofy guys behind Margaret-

Gee, I'm glad I had two layers of height-enhancing insoles today.