The Wolf of Los Angeles

Chapter 25 Kill the scandal in the cradle

The full speed PR company, the office is still brightly lit.

Caroline Jones hung up the phone, pressed the caller, and said, "Sasha, Amanda, come in."

Two women with a considerable and stature that are much worse than Caroline entered the office.

Caroline said without any nonsense, "Ten minutes ago, the poisonous insect Donnie, the idiot Sarah, had an affair in a hotel and was taken by someone, and the matter was crushed to us by the boss."

Sasha was curious and asked Amanda: "Have these two dated before?"

Amanda said, “Yes.”

Time is still short, Caroline ordered: "Sasha, call the major free journalist studios and active paparazzi to ask who did this."

Sasha went to call immediately.

Caroline continued: "Amanda, contact the major gossip media and if they receive relevant news or photos, let them temporarily suppress it."

She thought a little bit: "According to what Donny said, the camera used by the other party must give priority to the print media when selling it. This is a very exciting news, it is valuable, and generally the tabloids cannot afford high prices, and the focus is on "U.S. Weekly" 》The National Inquiry and Hollywood Life. ”

Amanda said, “I’ll call these three first.”

Caroline clapped her palms: "Now get busy, wipe the butts of these two fools!"

Two assistants were busy making phone calls.

Caroline opened her makeup bag, put on makeup and licked her eyebrows and lip gloss.

Soon, Amanda whispered: "There's news..."

Caroline immediately picked up her bag and walked out in her high heels: "Speak as she walked."

...

Melrose Square, McDonald's Restaurant.

Hawke arrived at the place he mentioned on time, and James, the editor of the US Weekly, was already waiting here.

The two introduced themselves, and James asked directly: "I haven't seen you before, a newcomer? What important news did you say?"

Hawke clicked the picture and switched it automatically, turning the notebook over: "I just took it half an hour ago."

James only glanced at it and recognized it: "It's very exciting." He asked: "The source is legal?"

"It's my legal shooting," Hawke said.

"Ok." James thought about opening a price, and the ringtone rang on his phone. After he answered it, he went to a secluded place and said a few words. After returning, he said, "Mr. Osmond, this news is too valuable and has exceeded my bidding range. Please wait a little, and the editorial department will estimate the price as soon as possible."

"Us Weekly" wasn't the only option, Hawke glanced at the time: "I'll wait five minutes."

Three women came in at the entrance to the side of the restaurant mall.

Amanda signaled with his eyes and whispered: "The James of Us Weekly should be them."

Sasha pretended to go to order food, and passed by quickly, her eyes floating inadvertently over her laptop and camera bag, and soon returned with the burger and fries.

"I think the young face is a newcomer, and I have a laptop and a photography equipment bag with me," she said.

"Very good! I'll talk to him and see what he has to ask." Caroline lowered her voice: "If the negotiation fails, I will give you a signal and conduct a targeted attack..."

Sasha and Amanda nodded.

Caroline walked quickly towards Hawke.

Hearing the sound of high heels landing quickly, Hawke turned his head and looked at it. Basically, someone passed by here and he would pay a little attention. Rich and powerful people never abide by the rules.

Rules are used to restrain ordinary people.

A woman with a tall figure, curvy shape, blonde hair and delicate makeup, walked quickly on red high heels.

Caroline knew James and said, "I'll talk to him."

Public relations and the media are not a confrontational relationship, but more of cooperation, James said: "Ten minutes."

He left here and went aside.

Hawke buckles the notebook.

Caroline looked at Hawke slightly: "No watches, no accessories, no perfume, medium and low-end brands of clothes, silly hairstyles, skin is a common color for outdoor work, and your financial situation is worrying."

She was confident: "Listen to me carefully, it will help you get rid of the predicament."

At this moment, there was an elegant lady sitting opposite Hawk.

The lady was still a little proud, and Caroline put her handbag on the table, her slender wrists exposed her watch: "I did a job similar to you, and I was doing worse than you at that time. What about now? I used Hermes's Bags, Cartier's women's watches, Chanel's women's clothing and perfume…”

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

Hawke asked directly, "Are you PR?"

"Public relations from a freelance journalist to change career." Caroline smiled quickly and introduced herself: "Caroline Jones, from a full-speed PR company, may I ask you?"

Hawke nodded: "Haoke Osmon."

Caroline speeds up: "Oh Hawk, can I call you that? Thank you. My employer is a generous lady with a wide range of connections in the Hollywood and media industry and willing to help friends, like income Stable job opportunities.”

She saw Hawke saying nothing: "Of course, you can't be in vain tonight. Do you want to exchange those for money?"

Normally, people will ask how much money they will cost in the next sentence, and then she will be led into a trap by using rhetoric, which will turn into suspected blackmail.

Hawke's eyes swept over the Hermes handbag, and Caroline took the opportunity to put it on the table. What's inside so close?

He did not follow the other party's rhythm at all, and was upright: "Although I am just a free reporter, I have always strictly demanded that every news photo I took must be true, and I must be responsible to society. The public has the right to know! ”

Caroline still wants to bring people to the rhythm: "You love to do news, good! My employer and I can help you introduce a job as a media journalist, like the Newsweek where James is."

She made the move of counting the money: "How many?"

Hawke's face became extremely serious: "You not only belittle my professional ethics, but also insult my personality!"

Caroline was calm on the surface, but she complained wildly in her heart: Is this sham sham sick or is she extremely smart?

She glanced at Hawk, and her expression didn't look very smart no matter how she looked.

"We don't need to continue talking," Hawke said.

The best PR method is of course to kill the scandal in the cradle. Caroline took a picture of Hermes bag and said, "Give me all the photos."

Hawke went back to get the notebook.

Caroline suddenly laughed, smiling particularly brightly, but her words were sarcastic: "Listen to the accent, are you a country bumpkin from Wyoming? A silly boy who grazed sheep on a mountain ranch came to Los Angeles to work hard, thinking that he could achieve his own Don't be naive about your dreams."

She took back the Hermes bag, tapped her fingers gently on the desktop, and issued an order: "I will find out who you are, what you have done, what shameful things you have done, even if you don't have them, and your family, believe me , I will dig them out and expose them to the media to make you socially die.”

"You can do it." Hawke also laughed: "Because I will do the same thing, please believe me, there are ten times more things you can't stand than everyone I know adds together."

Caroline's face was stunned.

On the other hand, Sasha and Amanda received instructions and acted quickly.

(End of this chapter)