HWI 581

Hollywood What If Chapter 581

Kazir didn't have much work to do this year. Most of the time, he only spent 4 hours doing his job. After that, he was free to do anything.

At first, Kazir was not used to this kind of schedule. He was the type who couldn't sit idle with nothing to do. But as time passed, Kazir felt like having fewer jobs was not that bad. He could spend more time doing what he loved to do.

So when he heard that his schedule this month was not that packed, Kazir felt relieved. Perhaps he started hating the workaholic life that he had had once.

He began using his free hours to read more books, watch old classics, and occasionally play video games to have fun and spend time with Scarlett. Last week the couple went to the shopping mall to buy stuff for babies.

Sometimes, he would stroll through studios in 20th Century Fox just to observe, offer some advice, or simply enjoy the creative atmosphere. He became a supervisor even though those projects were not related to him.

He also took time to write down scripts for future projects, some were realistic, others pure fantasy. This would become his leverage, as long as he had chips to negotiate, he could maintain his status.

For once, he didn’t feel pressured to chase deadlines. Kazir even started cooking at home again, trying out recipes from books he had bought years ago but never touched. He cooked for Scarlett and the woman was impressed.

This slower pace, surprisingly, brought him a sense of peace. Maybe, he thought, balance wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

"Sir, we have arrived," Anderson said to Kazir and the director looked out the window.

Since Kazir had done his job that day, he decided to return to his home early.

Kazir thanked Anderson and went inside. Even though Kazir was fine with four bodyguards following him around when he was outside, he would rather spend most of his time in his house in comfort. So he didn't let them guard his house, that part should be the responsibility of security guards. Once Kazir was done with his job today, his four bodyguards were free to go.

Kazir recently hired three security guards for his house instead. These security guards spent most of their time at the entrance and at the back of the house.

An incident happened last month where an aspiring director climbed the wall to personally deliver his job application to Kazir. Kazir still had no assistant director at the moment so some people were going crazy to get the position.

Because of that, Kazir had to hire some security guards... He was actually not comfortable hiring security guards because he preferred to have a quiet place. Thankfully, the security guards were professional and they were practically invisible... I almost wrote [Title Card].

Kazir entered his home, the quiet ambiance immediately washed over him like a warm blanket. The soft hum of the air from the air conditioning, this white noise, further proved that he was home.

He looked around, no one was in the house except him. Today was not a cleaning schedule for the maids and the chef had a day off today. The house was quiet, and Kazir appreciated it.

Scarlett was not home yet. She was probably still at the prenatal yoga class she had recently joined in. Kazir loosened his collar and exhaled. He threw his necktie to the couch, like a lazy bum.

He headed to the kitchen and opened the fridge. He stayed away from alcohol most of the time unless there was some occasion. Naturally, he preferred drinking water or tea. He decided to drink cold water this time.

After that, he pulled out ingredients for tonight’s dinner. Something light but special, maybe salmon with a citrus glaze. Cooking had become a soothing ritual for him. He was confident in his skill.

As he began prepping, he glanced at the clock. For once, time felt like his ally, not his enemy. Cooking was a chore that he found relaxing...

Although cleaning utensils and dishes were not. Anyway, most people probably hated washing dishes, so it was understandable.

As the salmon sizzled in the pan, the aroma of citrus and butter slowly filled the kitchen. Kazir moved with ease, chopping herbs, timing the glaze, and plating with surprising finesse.

After cooking and cooling down the dish, he wiped his hands and grabbed a book from the counter.

There was a new novel he had been reading. He found a book about the entertainment industry where the Main Character was a talent agent who could discern people's talent. He was so engrossed in reading it. Unfortunately, Kazir realized that the novel was incomplete, and he was eager to read book 2. Too bad because the author suffered from procrastination and he had a hard time writing it.

Kazir thought of contacting the author and urging him to write more. If he met him personally, he would probably slap the author's face to wake him up from laziness.

Perhaps he could promise the author that he would adapt his novel into a movie.

The idea floated in his mind. Just then, he heard the soft click of the front door. Scarlett was home. Perfect timing.

Kazir smiled and embraced Scarlett.

"I've cooked some Salmon. Let's eat."

"Right timing, I'm hungry," Scarlett replied.

"Then let's eat, I'm sure you're going to love it."

"You're too confident." She giggled.

"Of course. I'm confident in my culinary skills."

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[Author's Note: Lately, I've been reading a CN Webnovel about fishing, and I became interested in writing a slice-of-life novel about fishing and getting rich... Unfortunately, I probably have to postpone that idea since even one chapter a day is already tough to write. I miss the days when I can write 3 to 4 chapters a day. That was my peak performance.]