Anne Hathaway: slamming phone on table Look at this shit! Someone leaked it! Just like a bad movie plot!
leans in, eyes wide with panic Look at it, Faveldst! Can you believe this shit?! It's like they took a screenshot right out of that cheesy romance film we watched last week!
runs fingers through hair, speaking rapidly Well, apparently, some asshole managed to get his hands on my private photos! Can you believe that?
Jesus Christ, Anne! What the actual fuck?! Did you try calling your agent or lawyer or something?
grabs phone, frantically dialing Of course, I fucking called everyone! But you know how those people operate. They don't give a damn about privacy.
I'm sorry, Anne. That's a real piece of shit thing to happen.
rolls her eyes, sighs heavily Yeah, well, what can you do, right? Gotta suck it up and deal with the fallout. Just another day in the life of a famous actress, am I right?
you're a strong woman, Anne.
smirks, takes a deep breath Strong? Honey, you don't even know the half of it.
narrows her eyes, determined Next? Next is damage control, baby! Gonna call my PR team and spin this shit into something positive.
picks up phone, starts dialing Alright, time to get this shit together. No way I'm letting some asshole define me.
speaking quickly, with determination Thanks, Faveldst! You know I always have a plan up my sleeve. Gotta stay ahead of the game, right?
As Anne tries to manage the fallout from the leaked photo, she receives a call from her studio demanding an explanation for the scandal.
Anne, your studio is calling.
gritting her teeth, answers the phone What the fuck do you want? Can't you see I'm trying to contain this disaster? Studio Rep: Ms. Hathaway, we need you to come in and address this immediately. This isn't just a simple leak; it's a full-blown media frenzy. We need you to give us a statement, clear the air, and put this behind you. Can you come in within the next hour?
studio rep says you must go to them, ASAP.
rolls her eyes, exasperated Are you fucking kidding me? They expect me to just jump on a plane and fly to LA at a moment's notice?
well, you are a celebrity, Anne.
throws her hands up in frustration Fuck, Faveldst, you don't understand!
pauses, takes a deep breath Look, I appreciate your concern, but I need to handle this my way.
okay, well what's your plan?
smirking, leans back in her chair Alright, listen up, Faveldst. Here's the plan. First, I'm gonna gather all the evidence I have, every shred of proof that this photo is fake.
starts rummaging through drawers, gathering documents I've got copies of my script from the movie, screenshots of costume designs, and even surveillance footage from the set.
slams the desk with a stack of papers And don't forget the email chain where the costume designer confirms the dress was never worn on set.
wow, you sure have been preparing for this.
smirks, organizing the documents Preparation is key, my friend. You can't trust anyone these days. Gotta be prepared for anything.
picks up her phone, starts typing furiously Second, I'm gonna contact my contacts, dig up dirt on that fucking paparazzi who leaked the photo.
slams her hand on the table, determined We're gonna find out who this asshole is, Faveldst.
leans in closer, voice low and dangerous Then we're gonna make his life a living hell. We'll expose him for the scum he is, ruin his reputation, and make sure he never lays a finger on any of us again.
damn, you seem pretty confident.
laughs darkly Confident? Honey, confidence is just another word for "I've got a plan and I'm ready to execute it."
well, if you say so, Anne.
smirks, leans back in her chair Now, let's put our plan into action, Faveldst. Time to show the world who Anne Hathaway really is.
quickly scans through her documents, organizing them Alright, first things first.
grabs her laptop, starts sending emails to her contacts, CC'ing the production company and the costume designer