CHAPTER 2, GOAL
Josie's slowdown was two hours.
Until the only friend in his head who can remember the phone number arrives.
The young man with short dark hair first glanced at Josie, and then turned over the case that was clamped by the hospital bed.
"It's an honor that I'm finally remembered by you." He pulled a chair and sat down, looking at it and saying, his tone slow, "Concussion plus multiple abrasions? Your new life on the West Coast is wonderful, Josie. Ms. Horton. "
He looked up, revealing a well-defined face, dark hair, dark eyes and a classic Jewish nose, which always looked like he hadn't woken up, a black printed T-shirt, loose dark jeans and Converse sneakers, the typical hip-hop teenager of the moment.
Josie looked at this guy with a sarcastic but unconcealed concern, and her heart suddenly felt much more relaxed.
She flashed a smile and said, "Hey Mark, I'm so glad you can come, I thought you wouldn't see me again." "
The young boy known as "Mark" was three years older than Josie and almost an adult.
Before moving to the Upper East Side, the Rongsen family's six-story mansion was next door to the Hortons family, and the two used to play together; And after entering the clear society of the Upper East Side, the Upper West Side became a taboo for Josie...
Now, Josie looked at the other person's face, magically without any strangeness.
Mark calmly looked back at her gaze and said lightly, "That's all gone, Josie." "
Josie's smile deepened, blinked, and said tentatively: "So, we are still friends?" "
Mark didn't answer, but sat 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 broker. Josie lowered her volume slightly, "He arranged a party for me that wasn't very clean." Steven. Siger, the star, I smashed his head and ran out, only to faint on the road. "
She said with a little headache, and said: "Although I am grateful that the kind person saved me without being wrong, when I think of the huge bill I will pay, I can't say 'thank you very much, sir'." "
This time the ambulance plus the bill generated by the emergency clinic... Think about the whole person hurts.
"It seems that your Hollywood life is quite expensive." Mark actually laughed, but this smile only flashed away, and he asked with a straight face: "But what's going on with that damn agent, you don't know about the unspoken rules in advance, right?" That's not the normal process. "
Unspoken rules?
No, that's the game in Hollywood.
The higher the person, the easier it is to access sexual resources, but they usually negotiate with the girl through an agent in advance, giving money, gifts, or opportunities in exchange.
This is the tacit play in the circle.
Josie's former agent doesn't know if he knows how to do it, or if it's a wild way, in short, it's not a good product.
Josie thought for a moment and just said, "It's still a trifle. Take it easy, I think I can handle it myself. "
Mark's anger suddenly came up.
Oh, she always said that she could handle it, even if she was instructed by a group of Upper East Side □□, she only thought it was her own problem!
He tried to help her, but in exchange for what?
She yelled at him for being nosy, controlling, and ruining her new life!
God knows how long they haven't been in touch after that, and he shouldn't have been here in a hurry because of a phone call!
Mark glanced at Josie coldly, and the corners of his mouth skimmed, "What did I say?" You can do it yourself, you don't need anyone. But if it weren't for... I don't care if you are taken advantage of by old men or played by old women! "
Josie was anxious, and subconsciously grabbed Mark's hand, "No, no, no, you misunderstood me, I just want to clean them up by myself, and I have to let me breathe a bad breath - and I have more important things that need your help, I swear!" "
Mark paused.
He squinted at Josie until she let go of her hand before condescendingly spitting out a word: "Say it." "
Josie glanced at him and said, "I need to contact my custodial guardian, John. Trist, I'm sure Janet. Mills told me all about a bunch of, she said that to be an actor you have to learn to mix circles, but I obviously have the privilege why not use it - most importantly, I have to kick them out of my house, I've had enough! "
She looked a little emotional, as if remembering something, and tugged the sheets underneath.
Mark then sat back in the chair and habitually touched the cigarette box in his pocket, but remembered that he was still in the hospital, so he had to give up.
He was a little skeptical that the concussion had shaken out the water in Josie's head by the way, so he said, "I heard you right?" You say the word ''... You, it's a little different. "
Josie was startled in her heart, but she only smiled at him shyly, very reserved.
At this time, Mark could find the shadow of the little girl before from her face.
— Perhaps, Hollywood really changed her life.
He thought.
Mark's doubts flashed, and then he asked: "Then, something that can be solved with just a phone call, why do you have to let me run this trip?" Haven't you considered that I'm not at LA? "
"But I only remember your number." Josie's tone was straightforward, "And I need a trustworthy agent, I know you have the means." "
Josie is not confident enough to think that her beauty can be to the point where she has a large number of agents for her to choose from, in fact, beauty is the least valuable, and Mark's stepfather is a famous musician with status and connections in the circle.
Connections but not exploited, just to prove the ethereal strength and the self-esteem of older adolescent children, "Josie" in Janet. Under Mills' matchmaking, the mind is dazy on Dick. Goode this broken boat.
Naive, but not necessary.
Mark scoffed and was noncommittal: "You're really welcome, Jo, do you think I'm your assistant?" "
His attitude was visibly eased, and he even casually called Josie's nickname.
- It seems that it has been done.
Josie blinked her eyes and asked, "Oh, Mr. Rongsen, how much do you earn a day?" You know, I don't have much money now, for the sake of acquaintances, give a discount. "
Mark waved his hand, looking impatient.
"Okay, that's the end of the quip." He adjusted his sitting posture to make the conversation serious, and asked, "Do you really want to make acting a career?" You'd better think about it, Hollywood isn't that easy to mess with. "
Throughout the ages, both in China and abroad, this circle has always hidden dirt.
The difference is that with the development of the times and communications, people pay more attention to the public image, in fact, the moral limits behind the scenes have not changed much.
And the bottom limit of these people is probably that: there is no bottom limit.
The unspoken rule is the introductory gameplay, and for advanced players, "sex" is more about power than sensory stimulation, because those stimulating parts have long been commonplace, such as the little mouse selling fairy tales, but it is the paradise of LTP.
Hollywood, the mecca of movies, just looks glamorous.
Silly white sweet as Josie. Horton, heading headlong into this big dye vat, is really not a wise choice, but she is sixteen years old, and no one can take responsibility for her life, except herself.
Mark quietly waited for Josie's answer.
Soon, Josie said, "Of course I'm sure. "
The profession of an actor is actually quite interesting.
And Josie doesn't think it's necessary to repeat her high school and college and then work hard to pay the bills.
She likes a comfortable life and likes to be the center of attention, and being a Hollywood star is good, which is also "Josie's" wish.
Supporting yourself on a family trust? Come on, that's too low.
As soon as she was discharged from the hospital, Josie contacted a real estate agent to list the house where Mills' mother and daughter were living for rent, and I believe that someone would soon notify them to move.
She herself lived in a house left to her by her grandfather.
To be fair, this Mediterranean-style villa is very beautiful, and it is said that Mrs. Horton spent much of her teenage years here, but the problem is that the place is a bit of a sneaky thing and almost put up for sale.
But now Josie doesn't mind that.
She loves the big six-room house, especially after hearing about the price levels in the area around Hollywood, the villa that is fully managed by Northern Trust is really fantastic, not to mention that there are several collectible vintage cars in the garage.
"This Cadillac is really beautiful." So beautiful that even Mark couldn't help but touch it, looking very envious, and told the story of the car: "You know, this color has a unique name, called 'Elvis Rose', which first appeared in his famous song "Baby, Let's PlayHouse". "
Josie flipped through the brochure in her hand and found the history of the car, "I think you know Aretha. Franklin, here it's the one in Aretha's song "The Highway of Love." "
Mark looked resentful, "Sell it to me... Forget it, don't tell me the price, I can't afford it for the time being. "
Of course, Mark also has a large family trust, but he is not the kind of rich second generation who lives on his ancestors, and he earned his college tuition by DJing in nightclubs.
"And a Jaguar, which was perfect." As if touring her territory, Josie paced down, "Wow, I really like this 1964 MiniCoop, can it still run?" "
"Yes, yes." Mark wasn't very interested in the 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 can't find me..."
Mark barked his teeth at her and sneered: "Don't even think about it." "
At sixteen, he could already get a driver's license, but Josie obviously hadn't put it on the agenda yet.
Josie spread her hands innocently.
After they toured the house, Mark said he was going to the airport to catch a flight back to New York, stressing that he didn't need Josie to drive him.
Before leaving, Mark left the agent Martha. Miller's contact information, whether she can really get this brokerage contract, depends on her own performance.