Daniel Price - Slick

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She teases and deceives. She writhes her way across the nation and beyond, seducing us all with her light and noise. Love her or hate her, you can’t escape her. She’s the American media — and nobody understands her better than Scott Singer.
A rising star in the world of public relations, Scott is a master at manipulating the news, especially when the news isn’t good for his clients. To journalists, he’s the dark prince of deception. To others, he’s merely the product of an amoral corporate culture. Not that their opinions matter to Scott, who shelved his ego years ago. It’s the only way to stay sane in a business that thrives on flying off the handle.
The trouble begins on the first day of Sweeps, when a fifteen-year-old girl goes on a fatal shooting spree in her high school cafeteria. For the news networks, it’s a ratings bonanza, especially when clues suggest that the tragedy was loosely inspired by a popular rap song. Suddenly America’s outrage is focused on Hunta, a young L.A. hip-hop artist who was on the verge of becoming a mainstream star. Now he’s Public Enemy Number One, and his life is about to get infinitely worse.
Saving Hunta could be the crowning achievement of Scott’s career, but he knows it won’t be easy. To take control of the story, he’ll have to upstage it. And to do that, he’ll have to engineer a hoax more ambitious and more elaborate than any publicist has ever attempted before.

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“Didn’t he consult his client first?”

“Of course,” he said. “But like most of his plaintiffs, she had a ninth grade education and a home in the projects. She didn’t know any better. He should have.”

“Sounds like he’s all burnt out. How old is he?”

“Thirty-five. Just like us.”

“Wow,” I said, chuckling. “I like this guy already.”

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Alonso had a soft spot for me as well.

“In my days,” he declared with the eloquence of a man at the pulpit, “I have met some mad geniuses, and I have met some reckless fools. But I must say that you, Mr. Singer, are the very first person I would characterize as a reckless genius, and I mean that in the strictest complimentary sense.”

“Call me whatever you want,” I responded. “Call me a mad fool. Just don’t call me Mr. Singer. I have an intern, and even she doesn’t call me that.”

With droll humor, he raised his palms. “Hey, whatever your intern calls you in private is not my business.”

He was a tall, thin reed of a man, with narrow shoulders, small eyes, and thick-rimmed glasses. He had a majestic presence, to be sure, but there was an underlying goofiness to him. He was Malcolm X by way of Urkel. Strangely, the dichotomy worked on him. He came off as strong but personable. Media-wise, he’d go together with Harmony like chicken and waffles.

Alonso’s staff was gone for the evening. It was just the three of us in his expansive office, which seemed to have been assembled straight from the official Law Firm Starter Kit: black leather couches, polished marble floors, copperplate text engravings. He even had a token brass scale of justice on his desk. I fidgeted with it during the first half hour of the meeting, which was all legal finery and foofaraw. Doug had dropped Alonso in a sea of nondisclosure agreements, and Alonso took his own sweet time getting back to shore. Maxina would have rolled her eyes with me. We both knew that in a dirty game like this, a secrecy clause was about as reliable as a fishnet condom. But if it made the lawyers feel better, fine.

Then it was my turn to play. It took twenty minutes to walk Alonso through my elaborate maze. He was enthralled at every turn. Soon after he praised my reckless ingenuity (and joked that I was having inappropriate relations with Madison), he sat on the edge of his desk and let out a ponderous exhale.

“For the moment, gentlemen, let us attack the scenario as if this woman had approached me on her own. Now when, exactly, would this be?”

“The third week of December,” I answered. “Say the twentieth.”

Alonso nodded and scribbled into last year’s calendar. “All right. Obviously I would take her case on contingency, without hesitation, but I wouldn’t make my move until after the holidays. The first thing I’d do in January is submit a CH-100 for a temporary civil restraining order. Just as an icebreaker. I prefer to file on a Thursday so the defendant gets served on a Friday and worries about it all weekend.”

“Okay,” Doug replied. “That’s good. I would have to submit a CH-110 response, with declaration, and then move to postpone the hearing.”

“Relax,” said Alonso. “There wouldn’t be any hearing. My next step would be to call you after the weekend and offer to withdraw the TRO in exchange for a quick, quiet face-to-face.”

Now things were getting fun. I sat back and watched as the lawyers continued their volley.

“Naturally, I’d accept that,” said Doug, a little wary. “But I’d try to push that meeting back, too.”

“I would only give you until the Friday the twelfth. I assume you’d meet me then.”

Doug nodded. “Of course. But I wouldn’t exactly bring the checkbook.”

“Of course not. Not yet, anyway. But if I found my client to be a truly compelling presence—”

“She is,” I added.

“—I’d bring her to this meeting and have her tell you her story herself. Just to give you a sense of how she’d look on Dateline .”

Now it was Doug’s turn to act smarmy. “That wouldn’t faze me. I’d just bring in Jeremy’s wife to impeach the testimony. Just to give you a sense of how she’d look in court.”

Ooh, good move. Alonso chewed on that one.

“Hmm. You didn’t tell me the defendant was married. I assume then that his wife is quite…”

“She is,” I added.

Doug agreed. “She looks better, speaks better, plays better. If she painted Harmony as a gold-digging stalker, any jury would buy it.”

“That’s debatable. And also moot. You’d never let it go to trial.”

“I would before you would. No offense, Alonso, but you do have a reputation.”

Alonso didn’t seem offended at all, but he was stymied.

“What we have here, Scott, is a small conundrum. At this point my next move would be to leak the hints of the story to a reporter.”

I shook my head. “Can’t do that.”

He sighed. “I figured. Backdating paperwork is easy. Backdating a press leak is not. It would seem then that my hands are somewhat tied.”

I stood up. “Look, we have some flexibility here. Is it unrealistic to say that the two of you continued playing chicken for the next couple of weeks, all the way to February?”

The lawyers traded glances. Alonso shrugged. “I suppose not. If he puts up a decent stonewall.”

Doug nodded. “Right. Let’s assume I did.”

“But why the delay?” Alonso asked me. “Why February?”

“Check the news lately?”

Now he got it. “Ahhh. The Melrose tragedy. Of course.” He simpered at Doug. “No offense, but I would have your fat ass in a sling, wouldn’t I?”

The counsel prepared their back-and-forth paperwork, an easy but time-consuming process. I passed away the hours on Alonso’s jurassic PC, typing up the first draft of our official new continuity. Naturally it was an unpleasant task to dream up the details of the incident in Room 1215. Believe me, if I could truly rewrite history, I’d erase all the terrible traumas from Harmony’s life instead of keying in a new one. The story was a slap in the face to Hunta as well. But in the end, it was just a story. It never happened. And as sure as the main characters knew it, both villain and victim, the world would know too. Eventually.

By the stroke of midnight, the whole legal mini-drama had been collected into one big messenger envelope. Poor Doug was tired and sweat-stained. The jacket and bow tie had come off hours ago, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. Alonso, by contrast, never once compromised his crisp three-piece ensemble. He looked unnaturally fresh and spry for a man who’d pulled a double workday.

“Well,” he said, kicking back in his chair, “I certainly look forward to meeting this young lady.”

“Tomorrow afternoon,” I told him, “I’m handing her off to you.”

He chuckled. “That must make you as nervous as a new mother.”

It did, and then some. But unlike the Judge, I issued my threats with diplomacy.

“Ordinarily it would, Alonso, but the nice thing about this operation is that we’ve established a system of checks and balances. I’ve got Maxina Howard looking over my shoulder, keeping me honest—”

“And I’ve got you,” he surmised.

“You’ve got me and Maxina,” I corrected.

Bemused, he fingered his scale of justice. “Well, that’s certainly a check. I don’t know if I’d call it a balance. Especially with one of her weight. Figuratively speaking.”

“Yes,” I said, “but look at the flip side. You know her reputation. You know she takes care of her own. When this is all over, she’ll put that considerable weight behind you. And so will I.”

He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. “Scott, I appreciate the consideration you’ve shown me so far. You could have just as easily played me for a sucker, sending Harmony to my office like a poison pill. But you were straight with me. So let’s not kid each other now. You know as well as I do that when our ingénue confesses, my reputation will go from a slow decline to a mad plummet. To the teeming masses, I’ll either be a foolish patsy or a race-traitor servant of the ‘vast white conspiracy.’ Considering the demographics of my client base, I might as well shut the doors when this is over. As a matter of fact, that’s exactly what I plan to do.”

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