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pants, being cuffed by a police officer.  
    Grandpa is still lecturing me, so I have to stifle my laugh. It’s pretty funny seeing Knox’s naked ass all over the news, especially when it was supposed to be revealed for the first time ever in the next Trinity movie. The studio is probably going ballistic about it.  
    “Your days at Eastbrooke don’t mean shit when it comes to business.”
    Tyler lays a photo of a topless Jennifer sitting on Knox’s lap swigging tequila straight from a bottle on top of the ad mock-ups for Daddy’s Angel.
    Something clicks.
    “That’s it, Tyler. You’re brilliant!” I shout.
    “Why’s Tyler brilliant?” Grandpa asks as Tyler goes, “I am?”
    “I have to go, Grandpa. I’ll take care of it all. I promise,” I say, quickly ending the call.
    “What are you going to do?” Tyler asks. “This looks really bad. Like so bad you may need to send them somewhere remote until it all dies down.”
    “Our senior year at boarding school, we threw different themed parties every other weekend. One was Heaven and Hell.”
    He tilts his head at me. “I don’t get it.”
    “Shh. I’m still thinking it through. Will you go check on Vanessa? She should be here by now.”
    I stare at the mock-up some more and suddenly know exactly what to do.  
    The board won’t know what hit them.  
    The press won’t know what hit them.  
    And, by the time we’re done, the board will be telling me to give Riley a raise.  
    And maybe even suggesting something I’ve been considering doing since I found out I was pregnant.

    Vanessa strolls in, dressed to kill in a black pencil skirt, black spiked Louboutins, and bright red lips that match the bottom of her heels.
    “Have you seen all the pictures? How the hell are there so many out there already? I have some ideas for damage control and I think I can get the photos with nudity taken down by calling in some favors, but I think the best thing to do is let it burn out on its own. The last thing we want to do is add more fuel to the fire. We’ll make them lay low . . .”
    “I just thought of something that might allow us to add fuel to the fire in a good way.” I tell her my idea. “But I’m not exactly sure how to spin it. Any ideas on that?”

    “You two could rule the world if you put your minds together. And, Vanessa, if you have to face the press today, you’ll rock it, girl. Love the shoes,” Tyler says, taking notes on all the things we need done today. “Okay, so I’ll pull five of our best assistants and have them do nothing but cover the phones today. What do you want our official response to be? And when will you be ready to make a statement to the press?”
    “Our official response has to be: Captive Films has no comment .” Vanessa says.
    Tyler says, “But, I thought--”
    “No,” Vanessa says, still thinking it through. “For this to work, the press will have to figure it out on their own. We can’t even hint at it.” She turns to me. “Don’t you think so, Keatyn?”
    “You’re the master at this,” I say. “But, yes, I think you’re right. If we’re going to pull this off, they’re going to have to figure it out on their own. Otherwise, they’ll see what it really is. Our attempt to manipulate it.”
    “I feel like the Wizard of Oz,” Vanessa laughs. “All smoke and mirrors.”
    “How long does it take to bail someone out of jail?” I ask. “We’ve got to get everyone on the same page. Pray Jennifer doesn’t post anything on her social media in the mean time.”
    “It doesn’t take long,” Dallas says, strolling in.  
    “Dallas, what are you doing here? Did RiAnne have the baby already?”
    “Ha. False alarm. Doctor told us it will probably be at least two more weeks. My wife is not happy. I decided to let her mother deal with her.”
    “She keeps saying she wants this baby out of her,” I laugh.  
    “Even with the public relations disaster that is Vegas, it’s a whole lot safer here than it