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Josie's delay lasted for two hours.

Until the only friend who could remember the phone number in his mind came.

The young man with short dark hair first took a look at Josie, and then flipped through the medical records beside the hospital bed.

"It's an honor to be remembered by you at last." He pulled up a chair and sat down, and said in a slow tone while watching, "Concussion and multiple abrasions? Your new life on the West Coast is wonderful, Josie. Ms Horton."

He raised his head, showing a chiseled face, dark hair, black eyes and a classic Jewish nose, always looking like he didn't wake up, a black printed T-shirt, loose dark jeans and Converse sneakers, Typical hip-hop teenager of the moment.

Seeing this guy's face full of sarcasm but not concealing his concern, Josie felt a lot relieved.

She smiled and said, "Hi Mark, I'm so glad you came, I thought you'd never see me again."

The young boy called "Mark" was three years older than Josie, and almost a grown man.

Before moving to the Upper East Side, the Ronson family's six-story mansion was next door to the Hortons', and the two used to play together; after entering the divided society of the Upper East Side, the Upper West Side became Josie's taboo...

Now, Josie looked at the other person's face, miraculously without any strange feeling.

Mark looked back at her calmly, and said lightly: "That's all over, Josie."

Josie's smile deepened, she blinked, and said tentatively, "So, we're still friends?"

Mark didn't answer, but sat down and asked: "Tell me, which bastard made you like this, maybe I can pay for a one-way ticket to **** for him."

"Janet Mills introduced me to the agent." Josie lowered her volume slightly, "He arranged a not-so-clean party for me. Steven Seagal, that star, I smashed his head He ran out and passed out on the road."

She still had a headache while talking, and said, "Although I am very grateful to that kind person for saving me, I am not wrong, but when I think about the huge bill I will pay, I can't say 'thank you very much, sir' sincerely. "

This time the ambulance plus the bills from the emergency room...it hurts to think about it.

"It seems that your Hollywood life is quite expensive." Mark actually laughed, but the smile was only fleeting, and he asked with a straight face: "But what about that damn agent, you didn't know in advance Unspoken rules, right? That’s not a normal process.”

Unspoken rules?

No, those are the rules of the game in Hollywood.

The higher the position, the easier it is to obtain sexual resources, but they usually negotiate with the girl through a broker in advance, and pay money, gifts or opportunities in exchange.

This is the tacit way of playing in the circle.

Josie's former manager didn't know what to do, or he was a savage, in short, he was not a good guy.

Josie thought about it, and just said: "It's still a trivial matter. Take it easy, I think I can handle it myself."

Mark suddenly became angry.

Oh, and she always says she can handle it, even when a bunch of Upper East Side gangsters make her go round and think it's her fault!

He tried to help her, but what did he get in return?

She yells at him for being nosy, controlling, and ruining her new life!

God knows how long it had been since they hadn't contacted each other after that, he shouldn't have appeared here in such a hurry because of a phone call!

Mark glanced at Josie coldly, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "What did I say? You can do it by yourself, you don't need anyone. But if it weren't for it... I don't care if you are taken advantage of by old men, or Being played around by old women!"

Josie was in a hurry, and subconsciously grabbed Mark's hand, "No, no, you misunderstood me, I just want to clean them up by myself, and I have to get angry—and I need your help with more important things, I swear!"

Mark made a move.

He squinted at Josie until she let go of her hand before uttering a word condescendingly: "Speak."

Josie shot him a look and said, "I need to get in touch with my custodian, John Trieste, I'm sure Janet Mills told me a bunch of shit, she said you have to learn to be an actress to be an actor circle, but why not use it when I have the privilege - most importantly, I'm going to kick them out of my house, I'm done!"

She looked a little agitated, as if she remembered something, she ruthlessly tugged at the bed sheet underneath.

Mark then sat back on the chair and habitually touched the cigarette case in his pocket, but remembered that he was still in the hospital, so he had to give up.

He wondered if it was the concussion that jolted the water out of Josie's head by the way, so he said, "Did I hear you right? You said the word 'shit'...you, it's a little different."

Josie was startled, but she only smiled at him shyly, very reserved.

At this time, Mark could find the shadow of the little girl from before on her face.

——Perhaps, Hollywood really changed her life.

he thinks.

Mark's doubts flashed past, and then he asked: "Then, what can be solved with just a phone call, why do you have to make this trip? Haven't you considered the fact that I'm not in LA?"

"But I only remembered your number." Josie said in a confident tone, "And I need a trustworthy agent. I know you have a solution."

Josie is not yet confident enough to think that her beauty can reach the point where there are a lot of agents for her to choose from. In fact, beauty is the least valuable, and Mark's stepfather is a famous musician. There are status and contacts inside.

She has connections but doesn't use them, just to prove her illusory strength and the self-esteem of a teenager, "Josie" got on the broken ship of Dick Goode in a daze under the help of Janet Mills.

Naive, but unnecessary.

Mark sneered, noncommittal: "You're really welcome, Jo, do you think I'm your assistant?"

His attitude softened visibly, and he even called Josie by her nickname casually.

—It seems that it is done.

Josie blinked and asked, "Oh, Mr. Ronson, how much is your daily salary? You know, I don't have much money now. For the sake of acquaintances, give me a discount."

Mark waved his hand, looking impatient.

"Okay, that's enough for the wisecracks." He adjusted his sitting posture to make the conversation serious, and asked, "Do you really want to be an actor as a career? You'd better think about it, Hollywood is not so easy to mess with."

Throughout the past and present, at home and abroad, this circle will always harbor dirt and evil practices.

The difference is that with the development of the times and communication, people pay more attention to the public image, but in fact the moral bottom line behind the scenes has not changed much.

And the bottom line of these people is probably: there is no bottom line.

The unspoken rules are entry-level gameplay. For advanced players, "sex" represents power more than sensory stimulation, because those stimulating parts are already common, such as the little mouse that sells fairy tales, but it is a paradise for LTP .

Hollywood, the mecca of movies, just looks glamorous.

It's really not a wise choice for a foolish, white and sweet Josie Horton to jump into this big dye vat, but she is already 16 years old, and no one can be responsible for her life, except herself.

Mark waited quietly for Josie's answer.

Soon, Josie said, "Of course I'm sure."

Being an actor is actually quite interesting.

And Josie didn't think it was necessary for her to repeat high school and college and run around trying to pay the bills.

She likes a luxurious and comfortable life, and also likes to be the focus of the crowd, and being a Hollywood star is good, which is also the wish of "Josie".

Support yourself on a family trust?Please, that's too low.

As soon as she was discharged from the hospital, Josie contacted the real estate agent to list the house where Mills and her daughter were living for rent, and she believed that someone would notify them to move soon.

She herself lived in a house left to her by her grandfather.

In all fairness, this Mediterranean-style villa is very beautiful. It is said that Mrs. Horton spent a lot of her teenage years here, but the problem is that this place is a bit of a spectacle, and it was almost put up for sale.

But now Josie doesn't mind these things.

She likes this big house with six rooms very much, especially after inquiring about the price level in the surrounding areas of Hollywood. The villa fully managed by the Northern Trust is really great, not to mention that there are several collection-level cars in the garage. antique classic car.

"This Cadillac is really beautiful." It was so beautiful that even Mark couldn't help touching it, looking very envious, and told the story of this car: "You know, this color has The fancy title, 'Elvis Rose', first appeared on his famous song "Baby, Let's Play House."

Josie flipped through the booklet in her hand and found the history of this car, "I think you know Aretha Franklin, here it is said that it is the one in Aretha's "Love Highway". "

Mark had a resentful expression on his face, "Sell it to me... Forget it, don't tell me the price, I can't afford it yet."

Of course, Mark also has a good family trust, but he is not the kind of rich second generation who relies on his grandparents to make a living. He earned his college tuition by playing DJing in nightclubs.

"There's also a Jaguar, it's perfect." As if patrolling her own territory, Josie paced and looked down, "Wow, I really like this 1964 MiniCoop, can it still run?"

"Yes, yes." Mark was not very interested in this model, "but do you have a driver's license, ma'am?"

Josie rolled her eyes and said tentatively, "As long as I drive well, the police won't be able to find me..."

Mark bared his teeth at her and sneered: "Don't even think about it."

At the age of 16, it is already possible to take a driver's license test, but Josie obviously hasn't put this matter on the agenda.

Josie spread her hands innocently.

After they visited the house, Mark said that he was going to the airport to catch a plane back to New York, and emphasized that Josie didn't need to drive him.

Before leaving, Mark left behind the contact information of his agent, Martha Miller. Whether she can really get the brokerage contract depends on her own performance.