"Over a year," Nicky said. "I went from Europe to Los Angeles, wanting to be a star, only to find that it was easy to enter the industry but hard to beco famous. The inco from being an extra wasn't even enough for food. Later, through the introduction of so fellow countryn, I first took photographs for the attic studio, then I joined Michel's crew."
She even seed nostalgic. "Working under her, the inco was quite good. I could make a five-figure sum each month, but so clients had such peculiar tastes that it was unbearable. Moreover, Michel was particularly controlling and in order to attract wealthy, high-profile clients, she often used so rather disgraceful thods."
Martin nodded slightly. "Like with a client such as myself?"
Nicky cautiously said, "Yes, before going to Morgan Freeman's farm, Michel specifically called for , Mia and Marlena. Perhaps because we three were quite pretty and our styles were different, one of us was bound to suit your taste."
Martin recalled for a mont. Marlena was like a pure and innocent girl, Mia was a blonde bombshell, and the Nicky across from him epitomized the slender and young archetype.
It was indeed the crè de la crè of the industry.
He asked, "Just to turn into one of your clients? How much money could you make from ?"
Even if he occasionally booked the whole place for a wild party, how much could it cost?
Besides, this kind of bought affection beca boring after a few tis.
Nicky said, "Michel wanted us to attract you first, and when you let your guard down, mired in revelry, she would prepare a special gift for you, like drugs, more likely than not."
Martin was not surprised in the slightest. "To make a drug addict?"
"In fact, many addicts in Hollywood are Michel's major clients, like Depp." Nicky hastened to emphasize, "I have no evidence, these are just rumors we discuss privately, and Depp sotis has people join his revelries. Those people would then discuss it privately afterward."
Martin thought back to what had happened in Death Valley National Park and asked, "Did Michel supply for Depp during the filming of 'The Lone Ranger'?"
Nicky shook her head. "I don't know, that business seems to be separate."
Martin continued, "Actually, I noticed you, but you suddenly disappeared from Los Angeles."
"Michel really wanted to turn you into a major client, so she paid us three very well," Nicky described the situation back then. "We took the money, felt you were too wary, and also a bit..."
She glanced at Martin, embarrassed to continue, "a bit perverted, making us dance for so long without showing any interest. Marlena said that if we followed Michel's instructions further, it might alert you. You also weren't soone to be trifled with, so we decided to take Michel's money, do nothing, and then run away."
Martin said, "You went back to Ukraine and even participated in the Saintess Pop Group auditions."
Nicky laughed. "I just thought I'd give it a shot and didn't expect to win over a large number of supporters."
Suddenly, she rembered sothing. "A few days ago, soone from my hotown called , telling that people had co asking about . Recently, whenever I go out, I always feel like soone is skulking around , maybe I'm just being paranoid..."
Martin, however, asked, "What about others like you who ran away, how did Michel deal with them?"
"I don't know," Nicky thought for a mont then said. "But when we talked privately, Michel used to say that no one can take her money, not do the job and still live well."
Worried, she felt anxious. "I suspect Michel's people have co after to Ukraine."
Martin glanced at Bruce. Bruce nodded slightly and began to send a ssage on his phone.
Nicky asked, "What... what should I do?"
Martin said bluntly, "Relax and train, follow the arrangents of the show crew, and don't go out on your own. Wait for the competition to start."
Nicky responded, "I will completely follow the show crew's arrangents."
Martin let Nicky leave and exited the reception room, eting Alexandrovich and the television station manager Lebrov and recounted the recent events.
"Soone wants to grab our contestant?" At hearing this, the not-so-tall Alexandrovich began to seethe, fuming at the idea of soone ssing with the show he had ticulously planned. It was a slap in his face, especially in front of the boss.
The advertising fees for this show were astoundingly high, and it had caused a sensation in the CIS and Eastern Europe. Abducting a contestant would an stealing money from everyone involved in the show. Lebrov spoke fiercely, "Let those bastards co, the television station has ard guards, their AKs loaded with bullets!"
With confidence of a village headman, Alexandrovich assured Martin, "Boss, this is Kiev, not Los Angeles, those bastards have no idea how we do things here!"
Yet Martin had his thoughts on this. He wasn't in Los Angeles and had brought only four bodyguards with him; any action would depend on the locals. He said, "Whether those rats exist or not, we can't be completely sure, but we can't risk the show."
Involved with millions of dollars in revenue sharing, Lebrov nodded repeatedly, "Yes, we can't take the risk as if those rats don't exist."
Alexandrovich agreed, "Boss, what do you suggest we do?"
Martin queried, "According to you, the contestants stick to a tight schedule, training at the television station or resting at the hotel, right?"
"That's right," Alexandrovich replied. "The schedule leading up to the grand finale is extrely tight, they don't have extra ti."
Martin asked, "Do we have enough security personnel, and are they professional?"
"Television is a part of the Privat Group, we have plenty of professional security staff," Lebrov said.
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