Bab 21: Do You Still Remember What Your Job Is?
Andrzej got a call from the editorial office, which was rare. Marlenka was not very effusive talking to him, which made him wonder what he had screwed up this time. He found out immediately after entering the boss's office.
"What the hell is this?" Chef editor roared, throwing a tablet with the cover of a competing magazine on the desk.
"Tablet," Andrzej replied indifferently, knowing full well that this was the wrong answer.
"Nowicki!" The editor roared. "Don't be so cheeky. It was you who was supposed to take such pictures and not let them be taken of you!"
It was an undeniable fact. For some reason, Andrzej did not think that other magazines might also have their own photographers targeting Śliwiński. This photo was completely innocent and showed two men at lunch, but what if someone besides him witnessed assault or sex between Dominik and Marczak? Not good.
"Sorry," he muttered remorsefully.
"I do not know by what miracle and when you got into such a friendship with Śliwiński, but we have to use it."
"What? Why?"
"We cannot afford for them to sell more than we are! Speak."
"What should I say?"
"Don't play stupid ..."
It was not good. It was very bad. If he doesn't give them anything, they'll snoop around until they find something, and Dominik had too much to hide. Maybe if he had friends supporting him it would be easier for him to survive the scandal, but being completely alone with his sensitivity, he will collapse under its weight. It was too early for him to reveal the secrets of his life. Journalistic hyenas will eat him alive, leaving no bones behind. Andrzej had to give them something, anything.
"What do you want to know?"
"His love life."
"Does not exist. He focuses on work."
"Nothing turns it."
"He got three scripts. Today he meets with the manager to discuss them. He's been working hard on one, but it looks like he's not going to make up his mind."
"What about this from Baptiste?"
"I'm talking about this one. Śliwiński learned French to better communicate with the team and act out his French-speaking lines, but he is not happy with the script and intends to withdraw his candidacy."
"That's bad," muttered the editor.
"Bad? Why?"
"Polish cinema is not a powerhouse and despite our best efforts, we do not have export goods. Language and accent are the barrier, many say. French actors, however, are able to get through this and gain worldwide fame and notoriety, drawing attention to the rest of French cinema. Śliwiński has everything that would allow him to go beyond our borders: beauty, presence, talent and most importantly, he can get rid of our accent."
"Then what, he has to play something he doesn't like just to please others?"
"He's a goddamn actor! He is a public figure! His life serves to please others!"
Andrzej wanted to tell him what he thought about such reasoning, but he bit his tongue. Not yet, he thought to himself. First, I have to build a network of friends for Dominik that he can lean on if everything collapses.
And it will collapse for sure. It's a miracle that he has kept his secret for so long, but the more famous he becomes, the more they will sniff around him. Now it's only a matter of time or luck. Of course, you can stall and make some sort of act that will satisfy the vultures for a few weeks, but this will have to be discussed with Dominik. Andrzej wondered how Dominik's meeting with Marczak is going?
"I know it's not fair," the editor surprised him. "Twenty, even ten years ago, we respected the privacy of our stars out of respect for their work and themselves. Unfortunately, the world has changed. Well, we wanted globalization. Most of our readers are women from the age of fifteen to thirty-five, with a clear indication of the younger ones. You know how teenagers are. I guess they no longer knew the meaning of the word privacy."
"Shouldn't we remind them of him?"
���Maybe. But then we'll go out of business. Everyone, including you, will lose their jobs."
Nowicki bit his tongue again.
"I know you don't like this job. You consider her below your dignity. Maybe you're right. I hired you because I saw your winning jobs and thought they were really good. I still think of them that way. You have talent and sooner or later you will fly away on your own wings, but we will stay. We have to adapt to the needs of the market otherwise we will not have enough to support our families. Therefore, I will ask you here and now, can we count on any interesting material from you about Śliwiński, or should I delegate someone else?"
"I don't think anyone will find anything. He's just boring. Little Mr. Perfect."
"Who visits him?"
"Marczak. And me" he confessed.
"How did you meet?"
Andrzej decided to use the story that Dominik used earlier.
"I was observing him when I saw him stumble and fall on the table. He hadn't moved for a while, so I imagined the worst. I ran to help but everything was fine. He didn't do anything serious to himself."
"You blow your cover?"
"Yes."
"How did he react?"
"At first he didn't say anything, then he thanked me. If the fall had been less fortunate, he figured, my reaction might have saved his life."
The editor thought about it.
"In fact, there's not much you can get out of it. This restaurant, whose idea was it?"
"Mine. This is my friend's place. I figured she would be happy to have a famous guest."
"By the way, you shot her ad."
"By the way," he admitted, although he absolutely did not expect this to develop.
"What hobby does he have?"
"He likes to cook. He liked it at school. Old Polish comedies make him laugh. He hardly watches TV. He spends a lot of time learning French. He gets up in the morning, works out in his own little gym, takes a shower, eats breakfast, studies for a few hours or reading. Sometimes he goes out to the grocery store. He cooks dinner for himself, after that he will clean up a bit or he will put in the laundry and learn again. He reads a book to his pillow."
"What kind of book?"
"Different. Crime novels, romances, philosophical, historical."
"And his erotic life? No woman?"
"None" such an answer to such a question was absolutely not a lie. Andrzej was relieved because he was afraid he would get confused in his testimony.
"The man has his needs, so maybe he ..."
"I didn't look under the covers" Andrzej growled, blushing "but I don't think he does."
"All right, all right," The editor-in-chief withdrew. "But we won't really go far with this."
And thank God, Nowicki sighed with relief.
"Try anyway. You have until the end of the month."
"Sure."
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