Chapter 453 Small Role

half an hour later.

"How long have they been together?" Linda sat in front of the dressing table, focusing on an oil painting hanging on the door of the changing room. The frame was perfunctorily nailed and was shaking slightly.

"What did you say?" Beside her, Mariah Carey's female assistant closed the novel in her hand with a blank expression.

Linda turned her head to look at her suspiciously, and repeated the question aloud, "How long have they been together?"

"What?" The female assistant stared at her open and closed lips for a while, "Oh, I'm sorry." She took off the earplugs on both sides, "Hehe, I can't hear the sound this way, please say it again."

Linda rolled her eyes, "I asked, how long have they been together?"

"I don't know, has it been more than a year? I actually only found out later, just like you." The female assistant smiled wryly.

"Wow……"

Linda glanced at the oil painting again, "Does this happen often? The two of them."

"As soon as there is a chance, but they don't meet much, so it's hard to find an opportunity." The female assistant replied.

"You can really keep it secret."

"Yes, Mr. Aplus is very careful."

"How?"

"Uh huh..." The female assistant pointed to herself first, "Your ex, the girl named Taraji and I will stay here, answer the phone, and then..." He pointed to the door of the dressing room, "Old Mike will stay here Outside the door, the other bodyguards of Aplus are on the periphery, Miss Kelly’s bodyguards used to belong to Mr. Motura, so we have to drive them away and deceive them, and now they are all replaced by our own people.”

"What should I do if someone comes suddenly? For example, Motura." Linda asked.

"Old Mike will quietly dial my cell phone." The female assistant pouted at the cell phone on the dressing table, "Then I will inform them to welcome them out and close the door in the middle to delay for a while."

"I see!"

Linda suddenly realized, "This is the real reason why they were rumored to be playing big names, right? This is why they always ask for a dressing room like the presidential suite!"

"Diva's request is not too much." The female assistant replied: "So usually Aplus comes to us, and..." She lowered her voice, "He often can't ask for it."

"Wow..." Linda repeatedly exclaimed, "You are also very courageous."

"What's the meaning?"

"I mean didn't you foresee the revenge when Motura found out? Listen to him just yell at you 'I'm going to destroy you'. That's the president of Sony Columbia Records, the most powerful man in the music industry, you may Don't even think about finding your next job in the industry." Linda asked.

"Mr. Aplus pays me a regular sum."

The female assistant replied: "It's a hush money, I'm very satisfied. And we all trust Ms. Kelly. After his backing singer Trey Lawrence's first album failed and was terminated, Ms. Kelly was very loyal to him. Support, high salary, in this regard, it brings a great sense of security to those of us around us, and we don’t care about being retaliated by Sony Columbia Records.”

"Miss Kelly is doing a great job."

"Yes, she is very sentimental."

The oil painting on the door was shaking more and more violently, "It's coming soon." The female assistant got up to get two glasses, came back and looked around on the dressing table, "Huh? Where's the wine I prepared?"

"Is it the one in Motura's hand?" Linda plugged one ear with her fingers, "I saw him leave with a bottle of wine."

"Oh, yes, that's the one."

The female assistant went to the small wine cabinet to pick out a bottle of champagne, "Do you think we can get through this hurdle?"

"That's Motura." Linda complained. "I just got this job not long ago. I didn't expect that I would need to help my employer and Motura against the president of Sony Columbia Records, one of the most powerful people in the record industry..."

"You just said that."

"Hmm." Linda snorted, "Aplus also told me not to compare him with MC. I feel that MC is more self-disciplined than him now, and I haven't paid any hush money..."

At this time, the door of the changing room was pushed open.

Song Ya and Mariah Carey came out together like glue, Song Ya picked up the poured wine, raised her neck and poured it all in.

"Tommy scared me just now, he said he was going to kill you." Mariah Carey followed suit, "Be careful, I'm not sure if he can do it, he's like crazy."

"I will."

Song Ya put down her wine glass and kissed her forehead, "You have to be careful, I will solve this matter as soon as possible."

"I'll publish a special next month..." She was only now starting to get scared.

"It's okay, I will protect you, you just need to concentrate on the concert and don't get out of the sight of the bodyguards."

"Um."

The two talked for a while, and Song Ya and Linda left the theater under the protection of Old Mike and others, "Motura might really kill him, aplus." Linda said worriedly.

"No way, we have to face it. It's a bit early for the showdown now, but the timing is not bad."

Back home in Tribeca, Goodman, Eli and others rushed over. There was no time to talk about anything else, and everyone quickly entered the tense meeting process.

"Did Motura react so strongly?"

"You kid, slept with the diva he held out with one hand?"

"The wiretapping case is still in the process of being solved. At present, the employee of the telephone and telegraph company does not know who is behind the scenes. He only contacted two private detectives and received money for his work."

"Wiretapping is a criminal felony, that guy is stupid."

"Yeah, Telephone and Telegraph's PR department must be pissed right now."

"The two private detectives have been detained separately. Under the game of plea bargaining, it is difficult for them to keep their mouths shut. After all, whoever first confesses the mastermind behind the scenes will be able to get a better sentence reduction in the plea bargain with the prosecutor. According to Louise reported that the reporter heard the news, and the New York police believed that someone would speak first soon, coincidentally, just these two days.”

"Now I'm afraid that one of them is also hired, and he also doesn't know the inside story."

"Italians are not so careless when they do things, and they are very strict with their mouths. According to the rules, those who cooperate with the police will be severely punished after they come out."

"But they were wiped out by aplus. Such a weak guy may not necessarily abide by the rules of the mafia."

"Yes, Italians are not as conservative as they used to be."

"What does Sony Beimi headquarters say?"

"No reply yet."

The meeting lasted until late at night, "I'm going to bed, good night." Mariah Carey called.

"Well, rest more, I will come up to wake you up tomorrow morning hehe." Song Ya said a few words to her and hung up the phone.

"Aplus, let's talk alone?" Eli left Song Ya in the study, "How do you plan to deal with it this time? If Motura goes around and fights a long-term war like he did in 1991. He is stronger than two years ago, And since you went to school, your popularity is far less than when wherethelove and your first album came out in 1992."

"I have something in my hand." Song Ya patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, I have a good chance of winning here."

He appeased Eli, the person in charge of crisis public relations, and went to Old Mike's room. Goodman and Hamlin were also there, following Old Mike to transcribe Motura's discriminatory dialogue with professional equipment.

"Sorry, let your two barristers do this." Song Ya also took a device to help. Only the four of them did this kind of thing, and even Linda was inconvenient to participate, keeping it as confidential as possible.

Old Mike prepared boxes and boxes of blank cassettes. With the cooperation of the four, more and more finished products of that conversation were transcribed. If Sony Beimi still chooses to side with Motura, or they plan to use delaying tactics, Song Ya planned to send the cassette to black DJs everywhere, and bet (Black Entertainment Television) to spread it out, and contacted Michelle and others to use the power of the National Affirmative Rights Organization to start forcing the palace.

In fact, this has nothing to do with Motula's action or not, because he absolutely can't wait until Motura really smears himself on a large scale before releasing this recording. lower, and will be out of focus.

There is no way, mj won't help, the 'fatal blow' in his hand is actually the heaviest punch, and it must be played with perfect effect.

So far, Motura has not made any moves except to give some support to the plaintiff's lawyer in the fluorescent agent case.

"Hello, uh... ok, ok, I see, what's it called? ok, I've got it down."

After Hamlin answered the phone, he smiled and said, "It's a coincidence, whatever you say, Louise reported that the reporter said that a private investigator has recruited the main messenger, and the New York police just arrested him."

"who?"

"A New York entertainment agent named Antonio, also Italian."

"Isn't this a minor role being brought out to take the blame?" Goodman asked.

"It should be, Motura is about to activate, he must eliminate hidden dangers first." Hamlin replied.

"Is it just Antonio?" Song Ya suddenly remembered someone, "Do you have a photo?" He asked.

"Yes, Louise's reporter will send a fax."

Song Ya walked quickly to the study, and the fax machine was creaking and working, and a headshot of an old man with an Italian face appeared in his eyes.

That's right, it was the old guy who asked someone to secretly film him and Mira meeting in the music classroom. It happened three years ago...

Could it be that Motura really didn't know?

This oolong is a bit too big...

"Is it this person? I'll go to the prosecutor's office tomorrow to inquire and urge them to continue to follow him." Hamlin came over, picked up the big head photo and looked at it carefully.

"Okay." Song Ya turned around, propped her forearm on the window glass, pretended to watch the night scene to avoid Hamlin's gaze, and tensed her facial muscles.