"That's the point," the paparazzi continued, "on the surface they are both Williams' women, but in private, they are a gay couple. Think about it, if this thing comes to light, Eric Williams Did James feel like he was being played and throw a tantrum?"
Carmen Kath's eyes, which had always been listless these days, suddenly lit up.
Although homosexuality is very common in the fashion industry, a big man like Eric Williams would certainly not tolerate the hypocrisy of two Sayuris.
The reason why Gisele Bundchen was able to bully herself unscrupulously was not all supported by Eric Williams. If she was abandoned by Eric Williams, her own predicament would be solved.
Thinking of this, Carmen Kath wanted to pick up the stack of photos again and flip through them.
But this time, the photo was also held down by a hand, and then the voice of the paparazzi said: "Miss Kath, don't forget what you promised, you still need to pay me $100,000."
Thinking of the fact that some of the savings she had managed to save over the years would be taken away by someone, Carmen Kath suddenly felt distressed.
Biting her lips lightly, she quickly sat up straight, let her tone become strong again, shook her head and said: "No, this is not enough, you have to publish these things in the newspaper."
The paparazzi also shook his head and argued: "Miss Kath, this is not within the scope of our original agreement. You said that I will get what you need, and you will give me another 100,000 dollars. Now I have completed what I want. made."
Carmen Keith fell silent for a moment.
If I just got the photos, I don't have any channels to spread these things.
The paparazzi paused for a moment, and seeing that she was silent, he continued: "However, Miss Kath, I can help you complete the last step, find an influential newspaper to publish these things, of course, this is also for a fee .”
Carmen Kath hesitated, shook her head and said, "I have no money."
The paparazzi said, "I just saw you driving a Chrysler."
Carmen Keith was suddenly angry, how could there be such a greedy person who not only took away all her money, but even wanted her own car.
"That's my last thing."
"The New York Post," said the paparazzi, not caring about her emotions, "This is the most influential gossip newspaper in New York, with a daily circulation of more than 500,000 copies. If these photos are published on the New York Post, Eric Williams will be the first to hear."
Carmen Kess only occasionally flips through fashion magazines in private, and has never paid attention to gossip newspapers such as the "New York Post". However, she feels that the paparazzi obviously won't lie to themselves with such easily debunked things .
She is a very decisive girl, she just hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said: "Okay, I promise you. However, I have to see these photos appear in the "New York Post" before I will take the car Here you are, and the last $100,000."
"That's not okay," the paparazzi insisted, with a very principled look: "I have sent the photo to you, so you should pay me what I deserve. As for the publication, I can guarantee that you will A press release can be found in the New York Post."
Subconsciously biting her lips again, Carmen Kath was silent for a moment, took out the money she had prepared in advance from her satchel, and pushed towards the paparazzi with a cold expression.
"So, happy cooperation." The paparazzi put the money away without checking, and then pointed to the photo on the desktop: "Miss Kath, do you need to keep a backup?"
She really wanted to say that she didn't need it, but out of the last ounce of caution, she silently put away the photos on the desktop.
When I returned to my apartment, my thoughts were messed up, and I didn't want to do anything, so I curled up on the bed without taking off my clothes, staring at the lamp beside the bed in a daze.
I don't know when I fell asleep, but when I woke up, the sky was already bright.
Thinking of what was about to happen today, he managed to pull himself together again, washed up and went downstairs.
Looking at the Chrysler sedan he parked on the side of the road, he suddenly lost the interest to find a place to have breakfast.
After getting into the car and sitting there blankly for a while, the street began to be lively, and she came back to her senses, looked around, reached out and took off the doll pendant hanging on the front window of the car, and stuffed it into her pocket.
A taxi slowly parked nearby. The paparazzi got out of the car and noticed that she happened to be sitting in the car, so he came over and knocked on the window.
Carmen Keith opened the car door and got out of the car, and the paparazzi handed over a newspaper.
The entertainment version is very eye-catching, and the title is also very eye-catching.
"Supermodel Gisele Bundchen comes out and kisses girlfriend in public".
She didn't believe it so easily. She went to a nearby convenience store and bought a new copy of "New York Post". After confirming that the news was correct, she handed over a bunch of car keys to the paparazzi.
The paparazzi was well prepared, took the key, took out some A4 papers, and said, "Miss Kath, you need to sign this transfer document."
Carmen Kath didn't want to say another word to the other party, so she scribbled her name on the document and walked straight to the apartment building where she lived.
The troubles in my body should disappear.
She thought about it with relief, but she couldn't arouse too much interest for a while, and planned to have a good sleep, preferably until tomorrow.
tomorrow is a new day.
However, not long after lying down on the bed, the phone rang.
Looking at the display screen, it was Paul Roland calling, so he sat up and pressed the connect button.
Before he had time to say anything, there was already an exasperated roar from over there.
She listened dazedly to the roar on the other side, and after three full minutes, there was a beeping busy tone from the phone, and she finally sorted out some scattered words and sentences of Paul Roland just now in her mind.
"Are you trying to kill me?"
"Bichi."
"idiot."
"Why make your own claims?"
"You're fired."
Before she had time to react too much, the phone rang again. It was her agency in Paris. The message from the other party was also very simple, and she was fired.
This is not over yet, after a while, the small brokerage company in her own country also called, because she was discovered by that small company at the beginning, and the relationship between the two parties has always been good, and the other party has been representing her. Some of her domestic affairs in Estonia.
The news over there was also not good, she was fired again.
However, because the relationship between the two parties has always been good, the other party explained a few more words, but they were also ambiguous, and only said that they were under a lot of pressure.
Finally realizing something, the fear deep in my heart suddenly spread.
Coming to the street like a walking dead, looking at the traffic in the middle of the road, she suddenly thought of a certain afternoon when she was thirteen years old.
It was 1991, and Estonia suddenly became chaotic, as if the whole of Eastern Europe was chaotic.
When she came home from school, she was walking on the familiar road, and there was a sound of shaking from the ground in the distance, and then she saw groups of soldiers and several tanks driving towards her. She didn't know what happened, but she was so frightened that she panicked and hid in the culvert under the small bridge next to her. She trembled when she heard the sound of cars and people's footsteps.
She didn't dare to climb out of the culvert until the army passed by for a long time.
The simple concrete bridge had obvious cracks because it was run over by a tank. At that time, she felt that she might almost be crushed under the bridge.
Since that day, she has always wanted to leave Estonia.
Leave anyway.
Then he left.
Then I discovered that there is no place in this world that is heaven.
Perhaps, only the dead can go to heaven.
It's so unfair.
Came to an intersection with a dazed expression, looking at the dazzling red on the traffic light, she hesitated whether to go straight.
A taxi happened to stop nearby. After the passenger got off the bus, the driver looked at her a few times and beckoned, "Miss, do you want to take a taxi?"
So he sat up.
The driver turned the steering wheel, started to move forward, and then asked, "Miss, where are you going?"
where to go
Thinking of a familiar place name in her mind recently, she said, "Maryland, Bookersville."
The driver laughed and said, "Sorry, miss, I'm a taxi, and I don't provide witch expedition services."
"Then, keep going."
"Go straight on?" The driver looked ahead. It was an east-west street: "There is no end to it. You can even drive to Long Island."
He took out his wallet from his pocket, which contained her last few hundred dollars, so he took out all of them, handed them over, and said, "Go forward."
The driver took the few hundred dollar bills in bits and pieces and realized that this was another girl in a bad mood.
Pretty girls are always a little petty.
The driver didn't have trouble with the money, and the stack of money in his hand was equivalent to his entire day's income.
So he stepped on the accelerator readily.
Think of it as taking a beautiful girl for a ride.
Such an opportunity has never been encountered by a middle-aged driver who has a wife and two children to support. It is probably a good experience.
The taxi quickly left Manhattan, crossed the Williamsburg Bridge, entered Brooklyn, and headed east, passing John F. Kennedy International Airport. Moving forward, the buildings on both sides of the road gradually became sparse, but they became more and more refined.
The driver had been to Long Island before, so he knew that Route 27 could go straight to the end of Long Island, so he didn't intend to change lanes and drove straight down.
Occasionally, I would tentatively chat with the girl in the back seat, but the other party was very indifferent, so the driver didn't bother himself anymore.
More than three hours later, the taxi stopped near the lighthouse at the end of Long Island.
Seeing her getting out of the car, the driver poked his head out in concern: "Miss, why don't I take you back, I can't find any cars here."
She shook her head, took out her mobile phone and shook it at the driver, saying, "I'll let my friend pick me up."
The driver looked around, not far away was a private horse farm, where some figures could be seen faintly, and the surrounding area was very empty, thinking that a girl would not be in any danger here, so he nodded, started the car and left.
Watching the taxi disappear, she smiled desolately.
I don't have any friends.
She does have some friends in Europe, but she has only been in New York for half a year, and she has been working most of the time, so she has no chance to make friends at all.
Now is the time.
Looking around, she tightened her black windbreaker, left the asphalt road, and staggered through the yellow vines to the nearest coast.
Came to the coast, picked an open space to sit down.
Although it was February, it was near noon and the sun was just right, so it didn't feel too cold.
There was no warmth in my heart.
Staring blankly at the blue sea under the sun, feeling that the light was a bit dazzling, he buried his face between his knees.
No one can see it anymore.
The sun can't be seen either.
So the tears flowed down.
I don't know how long I cried, drowsily, even a little sleepy.
Probably dying.
In the mist, I felt as if there were footsteps around me.
I don't know if it was the footsteps from many years ago.
But she still raised her head alertly.
Appearing beside him was a delicate and small figure.
This is a little girl, about seven or eight years old.
He has blond hair, big eyes, is wearing a pink down jacket, and has small camel leather boots on his feet. He is holding a box in his hand and is looking at himself curiously.
Why is there a little girl here
Could it be an angel
Take yourself to heaven.
It turns out that angels don't have wings.
Looking around, not far away, a tall and strong man wearing sunglasses stood there quietly, with his hands crossed in front of him, without any intention of stepping forward.
Seeing her looking at the big man, the little girl finally said, "That's Aaron, Dad's bodyguard."
She sniffed her nose lightly, knowing that she must be in a terrible state, she reached out to touch her face, but the little girl quickly took out a box of tissues from her pocket and handed it over.
"Thank you," she said softly, and all the precautions and vigilance in her heart disappeared without a trace.
Taking out a tissue and wiping her cheeks, she asked the little guy beside her, "What's your name?"
"Emma," the little girl squatted down beside her, her eyes sparkling: "What about you?"
"Carmen," she replied.
"I know, this is the name of an opera."
"No, that's my name."
"Well," the little girl said without arguing with her, "There is also a movie called Emma."
She smiled slightly and asked, "Emma, why did you appear here?"
"Grandpa Jeffrey sent a few foals here, and they are fostered in that horse farm. Dad took us to ride horses today, and there is BBQ," the little girl said, suddenly remembered something, and handed over the box in her hand : "Carmen, do you want to eat?"
"I," she wanted to shake her head, but she reached out to take it and said, "Thank you."
Inside the box was a grilled chicken leg and a sausage. Although it was a little cold, she still picked up the bamboo stick without hesitation and carefully brought it to her mouth.
Emma was visibly pleased to see her begin to eat.
So he was a little curious and asked, "What's wrong?"
"You've been sitting here for a long time, I think you must be very hungry," Emma said in a crisp voice, "However, Dad said that pretty girls don't eat, so I made a bet with Dad, and Dad lost .”