Following the photographer's directions, she changed outfits frequently, posing sensually or cutely, occasionally flashing a sweet smile at the cara.
After the shoot, she received her $5 paynt.
Monroe was delighted with the money, saying to the cara, "It's not every day I get such opportunities. This is my second job this week."
She returned ho by evening. As she opened her apartnt door, the bald landlord erged, reminding her, "Monroe, you owe two months rent."
Monroe pleaded, "Please give one more week. If 'Super Idol' doesn't work out, I'll find a more stable job and definitely pay you."
The landlord shrugged, "Good luck then."
He retreated, but in reality, Monroe had already paid her rent after borrowing money from Edward. This scene was staged for the show.
The landlord was thrilled to be on TV, participating as a favor.
Back in her room, Monroe prepared her dinner: two slices of bread with so jam.
"Is that enough?" the host asked.
"I'm on a diet," Monroe replied with a smile.
Yet many felt a hint of sadness behind her sweet smile.
At night, Monroe changed into her nightwear, her curvaceous figure on display. She was indeed the kind of woman who could fuel countless n's fantasies.
Lying in bed reading, the cara slowly pulled away as if bidding her goodnight. Monroe waved at the cara. "Goodnight."
Monroe had signed with the company. The designers positioned her as a sensual figure. Every gesture exuded innate seductiveness.
This was her talent.
So have intelligence as their gift.
Others have drawing or music.
Monroe's gift was sensuality.
That night, countless n might have dreamt of Monroe.
Hardy watched the show and then called Edward. "The show is well done. Continue developing Monroe, the sensual the suits her. Make her the new generation's sex symbol."
"Boss, should we arrange for Monroe to win first place?" Edward asked.
"No, her abilities don't warrant first place. Even though 'Super Idol' is our show, we must maintain the appearance of fairness for credibility. The top positions should go to those with real talent."
"As for Monroe…"
Hardy thought for a mont, "Give her a title like 'Audience's Favorite Female Singer.'"
Edward's mind lit up. The boss was brilliant no ranking, just a special title, maintaining fairness while giving Monroe enough spotlight.
Moreover, the title 'Audience's Favorite had no solid basis. Monroe, with her charm, would undoubtedly be popular, especially among male viewers.
As expected from the boss, such a clever idea.
"Boss, if we have 'Audience's Favorite Female Singer,' we can also have 'Audience's Favorite Male Singer,' or 'Best Stage Perforr,' 'Best Vocalist,' and so on," Edward suggested.
"Those are up to you," Hardy laughed.
Hardy's team consisted of smart people. With a little direction, they could excel, a quality Hardy appreciated.
After hanging up, Hardy sipped his drink.
As for eting Marilyn Monroe? There was no rush, there was plenty of ti.
...
Hardy had just put down his glass when Ava Gardner walked in from another room. She had gone out to take a call, which lasted a full twenty minutes. Ava ca to Hardy, knelt on the carpet beside him, rested her head on his thigh, and looked up at him with a hint of sadness in her eyes.
"What's wrong, Ava?"
Hardy was puzzled, as she had been fine just monts ago. He reached out and stroked her smooth, long hair, as if petting a well behaved cat.
"Hardy, I feel very lucky," Ava said.
"Why do you suddenly say that?" Hardy was a bit surprised. Could it be because of the call she just received?
"It was Lana Turner. She called just now, crying. She's being harassed by a scumbag and was just beaten up by him."
Hardy frowned slightly.
Hardy knew Lana Turner. She was a contracted actress with MGM, beautiful, with lustrous brown hair, a smooth skin, a full and charming face, and a curvaceous figure, comparable to Ava.
Hardy had taken Ava to an MGM party where the two won t. They were close in age and gradually beca best friends, often going shopping and having tea together.
"At first, the man claid to be the owner of a tobacco factory and showered Turner with sweet words. But later, Turner found out that not only had the man deceived her, but he also had a dark background. He was said to be a forr bodyguard of a mafia boss. When Turner wanted to break up with him, he beat her and threatened to destroy her if she dared to leave him.
She's very sad, scared, and in pain right now."
Ava looked at Hardy after speaking, "Can you help her, Hardy? She really needs help, but no one else can help her."
"What's that man's na?" Hardy asked with a frown.
"Johnny."
A mafia boss's bodyguard nad Johnny? Hardy didn't know anyone by that na.
Hardy patted Ava's cheek. "Don't worry, I'll help her."
Ava imdiately smiled, rubbing her face against Hardy's thigh like a cat showing affection.
Hardy picked up the phone and called Bill.
"Bill, do you know a guy nad Johnny who's said to be working for a mafia boss?"
"Johnny? I don't know. I'll ask around now."
About five minutes later, the phone rang. At that mont, Hardy was lying on Ava's lap while she was ruffling his hair.
She Picked up the phone and placed it to Hardy's ear, Bill told Hardy that Johnny used to be with the Selton family in San Francisco. He left the gang last year and had been wandering around Hollywood, living off wealthy won with his past connections and smooth talking.
So, he was a forr mafia pretty boy.
"He should know a lot about the Selton family. Find a good place to question him thoroughly; it might help our future actions," Hardy said.
"Got it, boss."
Hanging up the phone.
"How is it?" Ava asked, looking at Hardy.
"Tell your friend not to worry. Johnny won't bother her again," Hardy said.
Ava happily leaned down to kiss him.
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