The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 25 Nipping the Scandal in the Bud
At Full Speed ​​​​PR Company, the office was still brightly lit.

Caroline Jones, with red lips and long blond hair, hung up the phone, pressed the intercom, and said, "Sasha, Amanda, come in."

Two women whose looks and figures were far inferior to Caroline's entered the office.

Caroline said without any nonsense, "Ten minutes ago, the drug addict Donny and the idiot Sarah had an affair in a hotel and were photographed. The matter was pushed to our side by the Boss."

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

Amanda said, "Yes."

Time was still short, so Caroline ordered, "Sasha, call all the major freelance journalist studios and active paparazzi and ask who did this."

Sasha immediately went to make a phone call.

Caroline continued, "Amanda, contact all the major gossip media outlets. If they have received relevant news or photos, ask them to suppress them for the time being."

She thought for a moment and said, "According to what Donny said, the camera used by the other party to take the photos must be sold first to paper media. This is a very explosive news and is worth a lot of money. Ordinary tabloids cannot afford the high price. The focus is on Us Weekly, National Enquirer and Hollywood Life."

Amanda said, "I'll call these three first."

Caroline clapped her hands and said, "Now get busy and clean up the mess for these two idiots!"

Two assistants were busy on the phone.

Caroline opened her makeup bag and touched up her eyebrows and applied lip gloss.

Soon, Amanda said loudly: "There is news..."

Caroline immediately picked up her bag and walked out in her high heels: "We'll talk as we walk."

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McDonald's restaurant, Melrose Place.

Hawke arrived at the place the other party mentioned on time, and James, the collection editor from US Weekly, was already waiting there.

The two introduced themselves, and James asked directly: "I haven't seen you before, new in the industry? What important news are you talking about?"

Hawke clicked on the picture to automatically switch and turned the notebook around: "Just took this half an hour ago."

James recognized it after just one glance: "Very exciting." He asked: "Is the source legal?"

Hawke said: "Taken legally by me."

"Ok." James was thinking about making an offer when his cell phone rang. He answered it and went to a secluded place to talk for a few words. When he came back, he said, "Mr. Osmond, this news is too valuable and exceeds my offer range. Please wait a moment. The editorial department will give an estimate as soon as possible."

US Weekly wasn't the only option. Hawke checked the time and said, "I'll wait five minutes."

Three women came in from the entrance on the mall side of the restaurant.

Amanda signaled with her eyes and whispered, "James from US Weekly, that should be them."

Sasha pretended to go and order food, and walked past quickly, her eyes inadvertently drifting over her notebook and camera bag, and soon came back with a burger and fries.

She said: "A young, fresh face, I think a newcomer, carrying a notebook and a bag of camera equipment."

"Very good! I'll go talk to him and see what he wants." Caroline lowered her voice: "If the talks fail, I will give you a signal and carry out targeted strikes..."

Sasha and Amanda nodded.

Caroline walked quickly towards Hawke.

Hearing the sound of high heels landing quickly, Hawke turned his head and took a look. Basically, he would pay a little attention to anyone passing by. Rich and powerful people never follow the rules.

Rules are used to restrain ordinary people.

A tall, curvaceous woman with blonde hair and delicate makeup, wearing red high heels, walked quickly towards them.

Caroline knew James and said, "Let me talk to him."

The relationship between PR and the media is not one of confrontation, but rather one of cooperation, James said: "Ten minutes."

He just left here and went to the side.

Hawke closed the notebook.

Caroline looked at Hawke briefly. "No watch, no jewelry, no perfume, low-end brand clothes, silly hair style, skin color common for outdoor work, your financial situation is worrying."

She was full of confidence: "Listen carefully to what I say. It will help you get out of this predicament."

At this moment, an elegant lady was sitting opposite Hawke.

The lady was still a little proud. Caroline put her handbag on the table, and her watch was visible on her slender wrist. "I used to do a job similar to yours, and I was even worse off than you. What about now? I use Hermès bags, Cartier women's watches, Chanel women's clothing and perfume..."

Hawke asked directly: "Are you a publicist?"

"I'm a freelance journalist who switched to public relations." Caroline smiled quickly and introduced herself: "Caroline Jones, from Full Speed ​​​​PR, who are you?"

Hawke nodded: "Hawk Osment."

Caroline spoke faster: "Oh, Hawke, can I call you that? Thank you. My employer is a generous lady who has extensive connections in Hollywood and the media industry and is willing to provide help to her friends, such as job opportunities with stable income."

Seeing Hawke show no reaction, she said, "Of course, I can't let you suffer in vain tonight. Do you want to exchange those for some money?"

Under normal circumstances, people would ask how much money is next, and then she would use her rhetoric to lure them into a trap, which turned into suspected blackmail.

Hawke's eyes swept over the Hermès handbag, and Caroline took the opportunity to put it on the table. At such a close distance, what was inside?
He did not follow the other party's pace at all, and said righteously: "Although I am just a freelance reporter, I have always strictly required myself. Every news photo I take must be true and must be responsible to the society. The public has the right to know!"

Caroline still wanted to bring people into the rhythm: "You like journalism, great! My employer and I can help you find a job as a media reporter, such as Newsweek where James works."

She made a motion of counting money: "How much?"

Hawke's expression became extremely serious: "Not only have you belittled my professional ethics, you have also insulted my personality!"

Caroline remained calm on the surface, but she was complaining wildly in her heart: Is this idiot mentally ill or is he extremely smart?
She glanced at Hawke, who didn't look very smart at all.

Hawke said: "There is no need for us to continue talking."

The best public relations method, of course, is to nip the scandal in the bud. Caroline patted the Hermès bag and said, "$5000, give me all the photos."

Hawke reached back for the notebook.

Caroline suddenly laughed, her smile was particularly bright, but her words were sharp and sarcastic: "From your accent, you are a country bumpkin from Wyoming? A silly boy who used to herd sheep on a mountain ranch came to Los Angeles to work hard, thinking that he could realize his dream. Don't be naive."

She took back her Hermès bag, tapped her fingers on the table, and issued an order: "I will find out who you are, what you have done, and what shameful things you have done. Even if you haven't done anything shameful, there are still your family members. Believe me, I will dig them out, expose them in the media, and make you socially dead."

"You can do it." Hawke also laughed: "Because I will do the same thing. Please believe me, you have done ten times more shameful things than all the people I know combined."

Caroline looked stunned.

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

(End of this chapter)