187 Chapter five, 2016, days of waiting: 4 (1/2)
”Yes, I like my high school very much. Himekaizen is so much fun,” Christina said and giggled inanely.
The anchor gave her a pained but professional smile in return. Most likely the woman had seen more than her fair share of beautiful airheads flaring into fame just to be forgotten half a year later.
'Well, you're going to remember this interview,' Christina thought. 'You fired first and I'm responding with heavy artillery.'
”Is there something special that makes you like your school that much?” the anchor asked.
Christina stared into two uninterested eyes facing her. 'This is where you expect yet another brain-dead answer.'
”Yes, as I'm a foreigner I'm very happy my school doesn't tolerate racism the way Red Rose Academy does,” she said and made her face light up in a wide grin. Christina knew it made her look stunning, and it offered the anchor an opportunity to gloss over the uncomfortable message.
”I'm happy that you have found a school to your liking,” the anchor said and didn't look happy at all. Her smile hardly reached her eyes.
They quickly moved on to Christina's model career and she made an effort to balance between being an airhead and a professional model. Christina had to keep her persona as The Billion Dollar Empress in check, because it was one thing to stride down the catwalk as haughty royalty, and a totally different one scaring away a television audience who thrived on cuteness.
After the talk show Christina changed into her baggy incognito set of clothes after checking for needles and other booby traps as usual. She found nothing, and hadn't really expected to here at a television studio, but better safe than sorry.
When she left the studio she walked to the bike stand where her body guard stood waiting patiently. But for the attack on Ulf her agency would have dropped him by now. After the assault there was no way she'd have her privacy back.
”Pleasant evening?” Christina offered.
”Yes miss,” her bodyguard answered. Nothing in his voice indicated whether he found anything pleasant or not.
Christina shrugged and mounted her bike. She plugged in the earpiece to her headset and dialled one of her new-found contacts in the computer club. After a few rumbling sounds; 'ringtones' didn't really describe the feeling of ringing someone in Japan, he picked up.
”Ageruman here,” she said. They had agreed she'd announce herself even though he saw her contact information when she called. Just in case anyone stole her cell.
For once she didn't care if the paid muscle heard her conversation or not. She was embarking on a dirty smear-campaign and any kind of rumour-mongering would further her case.
”I dropped the bomb on the show,” Christina said.
”They could edit it out.”