In the morning, Charles was hugging Britney Spears on the bed in her bedroom, chatting.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows in front of the bedroom, one could see the Midtown Manhattan skyline in the distance and the beautiful park scenery nearby.
"The limited edition Audemars Piguet men's watch I specially bought for you from Europe, isn't it beautiful?" Britney took out a box, and inside was a silver-black Royal Oak series wristwatch.
Charles picked it up, looked at it, and nodded, saying, "It's just how I like it, thank you!"
After saying that and putting down the watch, Charles kissed the Lady. After they embraced and kissed for a while, Charles held the Lady and leaned against the headboard, asking,
"Have you noticed that the gossip news about you has decreased recently?"
Britney rested her face on Charles's chest, tracing circles on his abs with her hand, and replied, "I rarely read entertainment news anymore. Anyway, I've been holding concerts abroad, so they can write whatever they want."
"Ms. Capet said she would handle anything for me, and if I have any problems, I call her directly. She also stayed with me abroad for a period this year!"
Charles nodded and reminded her, "Don't let that kid Justin exploit you again. He's very malicious. Janet Jackson's music career is pretty much over this year because of him."
Upon hearing this, Britney was startled. She looked up and asked in surprise, "Janet Jackson's singing career is going to end?"
"Pretty much. This year it was a wardrobe malfunction at the Super Bowl halftime show, broadcast live. And now is a sensitive time," Charles didn't explain further, because Britney wouldn't understand even if he did.
First, she is Black; second, she is Michael Jackson's sister, and Michael Jackson is now globally known for his child molestation case, currently at the center of controversy.
Janet Jackson was indeed targeted. After all, compared to Madonna's actions at her concerts, the blow she received was too great.
"I know, Ms. Capet reminded me how to handle interviews," Britney Spears's mind truly couldn't handle too many complex things.
Charles changed his posture, holding the Lady, and asked again, "At your concerts this year, you didn't go too far with being sexy, did you?"
"No, Ms. Capet instructed me that now is not the right time," Britney Spears looked at Charles, leaned in and said,
"In the future, my sexiest side will only be displayed in front of you, okay?"
"Mm, of course, my dear!" Charles said, kissing the Lady, and then whispered something into Britney's ear. Then, Britney tied her long hair with a rubber band and let her entire head drop down.
Subsequently, Charles gripped the bedsheets with both hands, his eyes on the ceiling, his breathing heavy!
At noon, Charles drove to the Focus Features office, with Britney reluctantly seeing him off.
"brokeback mountain has faced a lot of opposition and protests from conservatives," James Schamus said, sitting on the sofa with Charles and handing him a cup of coffee.
Taking a sip of coffee, Charles smiled and said, "That's obvious, but now it's a presidential election year, and the film has also received a lot of liberal support!"
"If we achieve something at the Venice Film Festival next month, it will also be a very beneficial promotion for the film," James Schamus analyzed.
Charles put down his coffee and smiled, "This kind of unconventional film genre is most favored by film festival juries. Didn't fahrenheit 9 also win the palme d'or at the Cannes Film Festival?"
"Let's hope so," James Schamus looked at Charles and then asked with a smile, "Charles, are you interested in going to Italy as well?"
"Haha, but unfortunately, the European Championship is already over, otherwise I would have liked to go!" Charles had a lot on his plate now and didn't want to run off abroad again.
"Oh, God, do you want to win back a few hundred million euro from Italy?" James Schamus said, laughing heartily.
By the time Charles left Focus Features, it was already dusk. He drove north along the Third Avenue stretch of East Harlem.
Charles was heading to the Harlem north of Central Park. East Harlem is located north of the Upper East Side and adjacent to the Harlem.
After arriving at 124th Street, he drove straight west, crossing Lexington Avenue, Park Avenue, Madison Avenue, and Fifth Avenue, then stopped in front of a mansion.
The person Charles was visiting was Chris Gardner, the real-life inspiration for The Pursuit of Happyness, a bald Black man in a suit.
"Good evening, Mr. Gardner!"
"It's Charles, please come in, God bless you!"
After following Chris Gardner into the house, the two went to the study to discuss, of course, the film adaptation of his personal story.
Charles originally thought this kind of thing could be handled easily by others, but his subordinates said Chris wanted to hear specific ideas about the film adaptation of his personal story.
Will Smith was busy with his own film, Hitch, so only Charles came to meet Chris Gardner.
By the time he left Chris Gardner's house, two hours had passed. It was still quite easy for Charles to persuade him to authorize the adaptation.
He got into his Mercedes SLR, drove east to Madison Avenue, then south back to the SoHo District.
As he passed the corner of Marcus Garvey Park, he noticed two young men snatching a passerby's backpack, illuminated by Charles's headlights.