Sleaze Land – Chapter 5 (Dig It) Part 1
“You may choose to look the other way but you can never say again that you did not know.” William Wilberforce
“I would never have thought it was actually him, if all his director friends hadn’t followed that account. Hell, even HBBO follows that account. What was I supposed to think? I mean, they ALL certainly made it seem like it was him.”
“Did he ever once promise you anything?” Emma asked, even though everyone on the Council of Nine had been against it. But it wasn’t like any of them could stop her now that she was on live TV.
Besides, this war was her idea, and she was the one taking all of the risks.
Well… most of the risks.
“No,” the beautiful girl with the big blue eyes said, right into the camera – just like she’d been trained to do.
“So why did you do it? Why did you send him so many photos and videos? Did he ever tell you he was going to actually help you?” Emma asked the question that cut right to the heart of every successful con, everywhere.
“No, but he sure hinted at it an awful lot,” the young woman said, this time with a bit of real emotion peeking through. For which Emma was doubly glad.
“Then why? Why would you continue to give this fake account what it wanted, despite getting nothing in return? Why do it for so long?”
“Cuz we all gravitate to what we’re used to, I suppose. You see, my dad never had time for me neither. No matter what I did. But there was always the chance I’d say or do something right, and he’d pat me on the head and say, ‘good job, little lady’. So, I guess that’s why. Because he had status, and if I could get him to pat me on the head – even just once – then maybe I could be someone too.”
Emma knew it was reasoning like this that Hollywood thrived upon.
Because hope was the easiest thing in the world to sell to broken people who had never once tasted the real deal.
Hope was the commodity (that, and self-esteem), and all of it begged of a class of men who weren’t morally-fit to lick the bottom of this young woman’s shoes.
And all of them knew it.
Hence… the goddamn status quo.
Well… thankfully Emma was really fucking tired of the status quo. And luckily, she'd figured out the only way to fix it was by opening up the wound so that everyone could witness the rot within – first-hand.
And then rub their goddamn noses in it.
No... now everyone was going to see the price these young women had paid, time-and-time-immemorial, a price paid to safe-guard the petty egos of men with little more to them than muscles and arrogance.
Emma snorted at the thought, and she snorted again - at how most men couldn’t even get it up these days without the help of Big Pharma.
No wonder they all sing for Big-Biz to save them, she thought acerbically, as she smiled sanguinely into the camera.
Hooray for mother fucking kick-backs.
No. No more listening to rules laid down by others.
From now on, Emma was gonna swing the battle ax however and at whomever she chose – regardless of who was standing in her way.
© Raena Exe 2021
*Inspired by life.
*All characters, places, and events are completely fictional.
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