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“No,” said Corey sternly. She was sitting in front of her entire marketing team and was trying incredibly hard to contain her anger; which was well on its way of coming out her ears at this point.
“Corey, you have to understand.” Said her manager Jennifer, “if the world sees the person behind your books, there’s a very high possibility that sales will plummet.” Corey did understand, she understood more than these people knew. She understood that this wouldn’t have been problem if she was a size two, or if she didn’t have acne like most of the people her age. One had to be perfect in order to be in the limelight, Corey wasn’t.
“You promised to the world six months ago when my last book came out that if it found itself on the New York Times Best Sellers list that I’d show my face. I didn’t have a say in this, you just said what you thought would make you more money. Well, I’m not going to lie to people on your behalf. I’m going through with this.” Their faces remained the cold impassive ones she had been staring at for the last hour and she knew that this was far from over. With a sigh Corey ran her fingers through her golden blonde hair and listened as her manager spoke up again.
“We did promise but that was when we thought the diets and treatments would work. Since they didn’t-“ Jennifer was cut off when Corey suddenly stood up and straightened herself to her full height of five foot ten; causing her to tower over the shorter woman.
“I told you they wouldn’t.” She hissed. “My acne is from the fact I'm twenty years old and have weird pores and the diets have worked! I've lost fifty pounds since you put me on them, is that not enough?!” It took several seconds for Corey to calm down again but the moment she did, the blonde sat back down and waited for someone to say something.
“We understand the hard work it took to lose what you did, but you were so heavy to begin with, I'm afraid it didn't have the results we were expecting,” said a balding man at the end of the table that Corey didn’t know the name of. “I apologize if this puts you in an awkward position but think of your fans. Will they still take the same things from your stories if they knew you were the one writing them?”
Corey didn’t have an answer for that. Of course she’d love to say they would, that who she was wouldn’t have mattered, but she couldn’t. Not yet at least.
“So you see our point?” asked Jennifer when Corey didn’t speak up. “It’s in everyone’s best interest; your fans still have the mystery, you have your normal life, and-“
“And you have the money,” hissed Corey as she stood up again, this time grabbing her tote bag that went everywhere with her. “Do whatever you want; I can’t change your minds. But I will be at the launch tomorrow; I want to see the looks on thousands of faces as you announce that your company is made up of liars.” Corey knew that hit something within her manager, something that made her realize that what she was doing wasn’t a good idea, but like the loyal employee she was, Jennifer said nothing.
“Of course,” she replied but the author didn’t hear her since Corey was already out the door and walking down the crowded hallway in the agency building.
-
Thomas Andrew Felton was bored. He had never been so bored in his 23 years of life, most likely because he had never been forced to pick a side in the argument his two friends Daniel Radcliff and Rupert Grint were currently having.
“Tom, tell him that he has to leave this hotel at least once during our stay here. We’re in California for crying out loud!” Exclaimed Daniel as he pointed to his red headed friend as if Tom was unaware of who he was talking about.
“Well-“ began the still blonde actor but was promptly cut off by an angry Rupert.
“It’s my decision and I don’t feel like being hassled by the press, thank you very much. Not to mention the fans that can’t keep their hands to themselves.” The two men had been arguing over the same thing for almost an hour and Tom could have sworn that they were spouting these two lines over and over again.
Daniel would ask Tom for his opinion and Rupert would cut him off before he had the chance to finish it. Pointing out that Harry Potter Fans were probably the craziest in the world. Wait, they were, no probably about it.
“You’re going out, right Tom?” asked Daniel as if he was actually interested in the conversation. “You’re not going to stay in this building for the next two weeks, are you?”
“No,” said the blonde hesitantly. He expected Rupert to interrupt and when he didn’t, Tom continued. “I’m going to Karna Kullen’s book launch tomorrow. Damage Control is supposed to be the last book in her ‘Vampire Park’ series and I’m helplessly addicted.” That was completely true, the woman knew how to write for any and all readers. Men, women, children, adults, they all loved her work. She was a genius and Tom knew when he heard that she was revealing herself to the world, that he had to meet her.
“Those books are for teenage girls,” laughed Daniel. “You can’t honestly enjoy them?” Apparently he had never read one of the novels.
“Yes, I do.” Tom answered without taking his gaze off the brunette, “Even if I didn’t, my agent is forcing me to go.” This was going to be the biggest media event of the year, possibly the decade, of course his agent wanted him to be seen there.
“All I have to say about that,” said Rupert. “Is god bless show business.” He said sarcastically and formed his hand around an imaginary drink before raising it into the air. Tom and Daniel copied his movements, similar thoughts running through their heads.
“Corey, you have to understand.” Said her manager Jennifer, “if the world sees the person behind your books, there’s a very high possibility that sales will plummet.” Corey did understand, she understood more than these people knew. She understood that this wouldn’t have been problem if she was a size two, or if she didn’t have acne like most of the people her age. One had to be perfect in order to be in the limelight, Corey wasn’t.
“You promised to the world six months ago when my last book came out that if it found itself on the New York Times Best Sellers list that I’d show my face. I didn’t have a say in this, you just said what you thought would make you more money. Well, I’m not going to lie to people on your behalf. I’m going through with this.” Their faces remained the cold impassive ones she had been staring at for the last hour and she knew that this was far from over. With a sigh Corey ran her fingers through her golden blonde hair and listened as her manager spoke up again.
“We did promise but that was when we thought the diets and treatments would work. Since they didn’t-“ Jennifer was cut off when Corey suddenly stood up and straightened herself to her full height of five foot ten; causing her to tower over the shorter woman.
“I told you they wouldn’t.” She hissed. “My acne is from the fact I'm twenty years old and have weird pores and the diets have worked! I've lost fifty pounds since you put me on them, is that not enough?!” It took several seconds for Corey to calm down again but the moment she did, the blonde sat back down and waited for someone to say something.
“We understand the hard work it took to lose what you did, but you were so heavy to begin with, I'm afraid it didn't have the results we were expecting,” said a balding man at the end of the table that Corey didn’t know the name of. “I apologize if this puts you in an awkward position but think of your fans. Will they still take the same things from your stories if they knew you were the one writing them?”
Corey didn’t have an answer for that. Of course she’d love to say they would, that who she was wouldn’t have mattered, but she couldn’t. Not yet at least.
“So you see our point?” asked Jennifer when Corey didn’t speak up. “It’s in everyone’s best interest; your fans still have the mystery, you have your normal life, and-“
“And you have the money,” hissed Corey as she stood up again, this time grabbing her tote bag that went everywhere with her. “Do whatever you want; I can’t change your minds. But I will be at the launch tomorrow; I want to see the looks on thousands of faces as you announce that your company is made up of liars.” Corey knew that hit something within her manager, something that made her realize that what she was doing wasn’t a good idea, but like the loyal employee she was, Jennifer said nothing.
“Of course,” she replied but the author didn’t hear her since Corey was already out the door and walking down the crowded hallway in the agency building.
-
Thomas Andrew Felton was bored. He had never been so bored in his 23 years of life, most likely because he had never been forced to pick a side in the argument his two friends Daniel Radcliff and Rupert Grint were currently having.
“Tom, tell him that he has to leave this hotel at least once during our stay here. We’re in California for crying out loud!” Exclaimed Daniel as he pointed to his red headed friend as if Tom was unaware of who he was talking about.
“Well-“ began the still blonde actor but was promptly cut off by an angry Rupert.
“It’s my decision and I don’t feel like being hassled by the press, thank you very much. Not to mention the fans that can’t keep their hands to themselves.” The two men had been arguing over the same thing for almost an hour and Tom could have sworn that they were spouting these two lines over and over again.
Daniel would ask Tom for his opinion and Rupert would cut him off before he had the chance to finish it. Pointing out that Harry Potter Fans were probably the craziest in the world. Wait, they were, no probably about it.
“You’re going out, right Tom?” asked Daniel as if he was actually interested in the conversation. “You’re not going to stay in this building for the next two weeks, are you?”
“No,” said the blonde hesitantly. He expected Rupert to interrupt and when he didn’t, Tom continued. “I’m going to Karna Kullen’s book launch tomorrow. Damage Control is supposed to be the last book in her ‘Vampire Park’ series and I’m helplessly addicted.” That was completely true, the woman knew how to write for any and all readers. Men, women, children, adults, they all loved her work. She was a genius and Tom knew when he heard that she was revealing herself to the world, that he had to meet her.
“Those books are for teenage girls,” laughed Daniel. “You can’t honestly enjoy them?” Apparently he had never read one of the novels.
“Yes, I do.” Tom answered without taking his gaze off the brunette, “Even if I didn’t, my agent is forcing me to go.” This was going to be the biggest media event of the year, possibly the decade, of course his agent wanted him to be seen there.
“All I have to say about that,” said Rupert. “Is god bless show business.” He said sarcastically and formed his hand around an imaginary drink before raising it into the air. Tom and Daniel copied his movements, similar thoughts running through their heads.