Chapter 68: Shelf Life
"Sean Connery's history of domestic abuse?" Seeing the striking headline in the newspaper, the corners of Duke's mouth turned up slightly. Sean Connery's wife and son had actually called a press conference on Monday to expose his scandals. It was immensely satisfying. The media was blanketing the news, practically itching to paint Connery as Satan's spokesman on earth.
"Last night..."
Right beside Duke, Sofia Coppola shifted in her chair and grabbed a newspaper of her own. Flipping through it, she said, "A talk show on Fox Television invited Connery's ex-wife, Diane Cilento, and aired all his dirty laundry. They even drove a live broadcast truck right up to his mansion."
"That's good news."
Even though he couldn't see the sky from the theater lounge, Duke still had to marvel at what a beautiful day it was.
"What did you do?" Putting down the paper, Sofia tilted her head to look at him. Duke shrugged, denying it without hesitation. "This actually has nothing to do with me. Do you think I have the power to pull something like this off right now?"
"Warner?"
Despite his denial, Sofia kept her eyes on him. She knew Warner Brothers was likely behind the maneuvering, but the guy sitting next to her absolutely had a hand in it.
Shaking her head gently, Sofia tossed the thought aside for now. Having spent so much time together, they were more than just colleagues; they were friends. She knew exactly what kind of place Hollywood was. Kindhearted people only served as stepping stones to be trampled by countless big feet. Only those who could exploit every available condition could truly succeed.