So why me

10:30am

Each environment, each profession, has its own codes, its own way of operating, tacit rules, which everyone must observe if they want to have a career and move up the ladder without making waves. In each company, there is a strict pre-established hierarchy, which follows a so-called logical organization chart, which must be followed to the letter if you do not want to attract the anger of a pernickety superior who is proud of his social status.

However, there are people who send to steal these well-integrated codes, with impunity. These people do not care much about these rules, which they consider only as embarrassing guidelines, for which they do not in any way feel concerned. They do not care what others think, because they have a clear feeling of being better than those at the top of the organization chart and therefore do not care much about their elders and superiors, to whom they show very relative respect.

Inside a movie studio in Los Angeles, comfortably lying in a deckchair under a parasol. Alleviating supposedly for her well-being the hot almost infernal air of California, a portable air cooler is currently running, while two of her maids are waving a fan in her direction, while a third is charged with bringing a glass of grapefruit juice to her mouth. It is under these drastic conditions that Jessica performs her difficult work as an actress.

Not far from there, a pair of eyes full of hatred watches the young diva with endless legs, who has just been delivered a pastry from one of the most prestigious pastry shops in Los Angeles.

The person behind that resentful look was until recently the favorite, the one we were looking at, which was the center of attention of all men before the arrival of that bitch Jessica Benson, who instantly charmed all the males present on the movie set as soon as she appeared. The main actor was not excluded from the victims of the starlet who presented herself followed by more than 15 people, claiming to have reduced her team to a minimum so as not to disturb the shooting of the movie.

Against all odds, the hateful woman who thought she was seeing the director knew for his bad temper to shout on the young star who looked at her with disdain, smiled warmly at Jessica, inviting her to go to the dressing room, under the escort of her own assistant, after having complimented her beautiful face at length.

Yes, not far from there, Carrey Mulligan is enraged. She gets even more angry when one of Jessica Benson's maids leaves her female-fan position to move towards her, waving her hips excessively.

In the film studio, it's the general incomprehension. when, after a scream worthy of a fish seller working in the markets, the charming Carrey Mulligan just got up from her seat to rush to the young Jessica Benson, quietly busy enjoying a pastry. Luckily, the men who provide security for Miss Benson are very responsive and immediately intercepted the woman in a nervous breakdown. Miss Benson still lying in her armchair doesn't seem to care much about Carey Mulligan, but all the professionals gathered in the film studio applaud her great generosity, when, certainly to relax the suffocating atmosphere that currently prevails in this place, with a smile that melts the hearts of all the men who watch the comedy, she kindly hands her a plate.

"A little piece of pastry?"

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After his intense Parisian promotion period, Adam returned to New York where with his painful buttocks, he started again this gruelling exercise, which essentially consists of repeating himself over and over again. In Paris, however, he took advantage of this commercial operation, of which he was the product, to reconcile his past and present by linking them and using the name Roy April, thus doing justice to Adam Clifford.

This life-saving wink to himself, this reconciliation with the present himself and his him from the past, this arm of honour to a great majority of those who were part of it, Adam had not quite measured its significance.

Three hours after her interview in Paris, it was already 08:25pm in Cheirfield when Mrs Clifford, who was peeling a potato, thought she heard many voices coming from the street. Not knowing of any celebrations and thinking it was a little late for a protestation , smiley head cook, potato and knife in hand, Mrs. Clifford quietly walked to the front door to check the cause of the late racket which she appreciated only moderately.

When Mrs. Clifford in housewife mode opened the door, she thought lose sight when a few lost journalists in a lake of city residents represented by a large majority of hysterical high school girls, triggered the flashes of their cameras. Frightened by the collective madness having reached the inhabitants of her city, Mrs. Clifford locked herself at a double trick by cursing this bad kid, whom she knew guilty of her current situation.

The next morning, after a complete and refreshing morning wash that put her in a good mood, Mrs. Clifford had a full breakfast that energized her, with her car keys in her hands, Mrs. Clifford happily walked towards the door to her forward garden, to go to work. After opening the door of her house, she thought she felt her eyes coming out of their orbits, her jaw fell, and she had her breath cut off by the view of her small garden, which differed somewhat from yesterday.

(Adam I love you.)

(Adam, make me a child.)

(Adam, if you kiss me, I promise never to brush my teeth again for the rest of my life.)

On his lawn, about fifty crazy girls, between 14 and 25 years old, had decided during the night to organize a wild sitting and had chained themselves to each other, proclaiming (their love) for his idiot son with the help of signs and large banners that they had previously hung on his house, on his roof, in his tree and on the electric pylons of the neighbourhood.