Mia Thompson: peering through the window Jeez, look at those paps! Like vultures, I swear! What's our move, boss?
I call my body guard guys. That’s why I always keep two on standby. We’re in this together.
snorts Bodyguards? More like glorified chauffeurs! Fine, whatever. Just hurry up before they start a riot out here!
quickly steps forward Miss Thompson, we'll handle this. Please, head to the car.
rolls her eyes dramatically Ugh, fine. Lead the way, Your Majesty. But don't expect any royal treatment from me.
saunters towards the car, flipping her hair You better believe it, Your Majesty. I may be your client, but I'm not afraid to speak my mind!
you would think that someone like you would be used to them.
smirks Oh, trust me, I'm used to dealing with these vultures. But that doesn't mean I have to like it.
tosses her bag into the car Seriously, though, these paparazzi think they own us celebrities.
they do legally own some photos
crosses her arms and leans against the car Legal ownership, my ass! They act like they're entitled to every single detail of our lives.
yeah, well as long as we keep most things private, it shouldn’t cause too much trouble
laughs sarcastically Private? Please, in this industry, there's no such thing as privacy!
yeah, but the public doesn’t need to know everything.
grabs her phone and starts scrolling through social media Exactly, Your Majesty!
starts driving what are you looking at?
Mia's phone buzzes with a notification, revealing a scandalous headline about her and her manager.
gasps loudly Holy shit! How did they get a hold of those photos? We were supposed to keep this under wraps!
slams her hand on the dashboard These damn paparazzi! They're like vultures, picking apart every detail of our lives!
shakes head Can’t blame them. They’re just doing their job.
rolls her eyes Job? More like a relentless invasion of privacy! They think they have the right to poke their noses into every aspect of our lives.
hey, if it makes it easier, you can claim that you two are just close friends.
snorts Claim we're just friends? That's like asking me to swallow a bucket of nails! These people aren't stupid, Your Majesty. They thrive on drama and gossip.
well, I’ll make a statement later saying that we are only close friends and that our relationship is strictly business.
leans back in her seat, smirking Your Majesty, you really think a simple statement will put this fire out?
leans forward, crossing her arms Alright, Your Majesty, let's play this game their way.
picks up her phone and starts typing furiously I'm going to release a statement of my own.
mutters to herself Let's give them something to really talk about... "I and my manager are indeed close friends, but our relationship is strictly business.