Sleaze Land – Chapter 1 (On the Dork Side) Part 1
“So this is how liberty dies. With thunderous applause.” George Lucas
“What the fuck was the point of school? I mean, quite honestly, it’s not prepared me for any of this shit. None of it,” the dark-blonde said, in the false baritone he used by default.
He was speaking to an average looking man with a below-average IQ.
“And now Sammy’s got me hog-tied over a barrel, and there’s not a damn thing I can do. It’s either join Sammy’s shit-show circus as the MC, or join it as a defendant… she’s given me no other options."
“Surely your own sister wouldn’t do that to her twin,” the dim-witted man replied, because he wasn’t thinking about whom they were speaking of – not really. And instead, he had defaulted to thinking all families behaved just like his own; all loving and shit.
Eric Ackles however, just sighed, and then stormed closer to the window – just in case some paparazzi were watching from outside; which... given the amount of money he’d paid them they damn well had better be.
“This is all because of that Aussie wanker. I swear, none of us would be dealing with any of this now if he hadn’t decided to spend Christmas parading around all them goddamn Mexican brothels. AND THEN... had the brains to go and plaster it all over social media.”
“It’s not the brothels, though, that caused these trials, tho…” the man’s near-sighted assistant pointed out – rather astutely.
“No, but if he hadn’t posted all them pictures that girl from Costa Rica (the one he’d been breadcrumbing via that stupid 'managed' social-media-account of his) wouldn’t have killed herself so publicly, now, would she have?”
“Is it the publicly part you have a problem with?” the man asked, with a single brow raised.
“No, Walter. It isn’t,” the Hollywood celebrity sniped at his underling.
But the man clearly didn’t have any excuse as to why he had felt the need to point that part out.
So, instead, he simply went on.
“Sadly, it’s what he did during his own trial - that’s allowed all of this to even take place. If he, and his attorney, hadn’t stooped so incredibly fucking low to discredit such an innocent and sweet girl, that had done nothing but love him, why…”
Eric Ackles shook his head, and then swallowed the next five things he wanted to say on the subject. And then he simply said, “Sammy promises they’re just ‘mock trials’ anyhow. And that no real consequences – other than a bit of a public spanking - will happen to any of the defendants.”
The assistant looked at his employer, who paid him less than 0.4% of his own wages – despite the fact the actor couldn’t earn a thing without someone as competent as Walter playing his ‘everything-boy’.
And then he said, “Still, it’s a good thing you’re not on trial. I mean… all things considered.”
Eric looked at his assistant, who he knew had a family of his own to support (and worry about), but still none of those factors played into any of his thoughts.
“I need to be packed and ready to go to LA in less than an hour. You too. You’re coming with me.”
“Yes, sir,” his assistant said, because he especially liked it when his family could eat.
“You think you could pay my ticket upfront this time?” he asked his boss with an obvious cringe.
Because Walter didn’t like bringing it up. However, the tight-ass penny-pincher that was his boss always had a way of forgetting to reimburse the man’s genuine business expenses.
“Sure, sure. Just make sure it’s coach. Nothing fancy. No business class. I’m not running a charity here,” Ackles told the man, as he picked up his mobile-phone to place a few important calls. The first one, of course, to the paparazzi – notifying them of his change of location.
© Raena Exe 2021
*Inspired by life.
*All characters, places, and events are completely fictional.
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