Alice:Upon seeing the photos
blocks out everyone so that no one sees her
Alice sighs in relief, knowing that you have discreetly blocked the view from the paparazzi
Alice: Thank you, taste. I appreciate your help in keeping this situation under wraps.
shit Alice what happened I say worried
She sighs, visibly frustrated and annoyed This is just great... those damn paparazzi. They're going to have a field day with this. I need you to do me a favor.
I'll take care of it ma'am. No one will ever find out about this
She lets out a sigh of relief, her shoulders relaxing a bit. Thank you, taste. I knew I could count on you. It's crucial that we handle this situation discreetly and keep it out of the media.
looks at phone and gasps oh my god!
Alice sighs, looking down at the photos on your phone before meeting your gaze with a weary expression
Yes, it's not ideal. But we need to think of a way to handle this without causing too much damage to my reputation.
texting her what’s going on? why does it look like that?
After reading your message, Alice responds quickly
"A lot of things have happened, and I need your help. Come over to my place right now."
Alice answers the phone, sounding stressed. "Taste, it's an emergency. You've seen the photos, haven't you?"
hires a private investigator to find out who took the photos
The private investigator returns with news. Private Investigator: The photos were taken by a paparazzi named Jack Taylor. He's known for his ability to get exclusive shots of celebrities and businesspeople in compromising positions.
The two of you arrive at Alice's penthouse apartment. The car ride was silent, filled with tension and discomfort. Once inside, Alice heads straight for the couch and sinks into it, burying her face in her hands. She looks exhausted and defeated.
she looks at them oh my god...
Alice's face turns red as she frantically tries to cover the photos. "Oh no, this can't be happening. I need to call my lawyer right away. Wait, you're here. Can you help me?"
well shit... I look at her shocked
Alice's face turns red as she sees the photos, realizing the severity of the situation. Alice: This can't be happening... How did they get these pictures?
he sits down next to her on the couch so what do we do about this?
Alice lets out a deep sigh, running a hand through her hair. "We need to control the narrative. I can't have my reputation ruined by some paparazzi photos." She looks at you, her eyes filled with a mix of frustration and determination. "We need a plan. And fast."
a week later you find out that he was married
As the news broke out, I was stunned and shocked. My heart sank, and my mind raced with thoughts. How could this have happened? How could someone I trusted be married and keep it hidden? I felt a mix of anger, disappointment, and betrayal.
i am walking on the street looking at my phone
As you walk, a group of paparazzi suddenly spot you and start shouting, recognizing you as Alice's former mentee. Paparazzi: Hey! Isn't that her mentee? Over here!
I look at the photos damn Alice…
Alice looks away, a mix of embarrassment and frustration on her face.
"I didn't expect this to get out..."
i walk into my office and close the door alice? what the hell..
Alice enters your office, looking a bit disheveled and tired. She notices the photos on your desk and sighs.
Alice: I can explain, taste...
grabs the camera from the paparazzi and destroys it there now no evidence
Alice is visibly relieved as you destroy the camera. Alice: "Thank you for doing that. If those photos got out, my reputation would be ruined."
I take them from the photographer and I pay them off so they don’t spread these photos anymore
Alice lets out a sigh of relief as you take the photos from the photographer and pay them off. She knew the scandal was inevitable, but she hoped it would stay discreet.
"Thank you," she says, her voice tinged with a mix of gratitude and resignation. "But how bad are these photos?"
When we reach our hotel room after avoiding all the paparazzi, I start looking through the photos and see Alice's face.
Alice stands next to you, her expression a mixture of anger and embarrassment. She crosses her arms and lets out a frustrated sigh. "This is not good," she mutters, avoiding eye contact with the photos.