Housekeeping for a celebrity.

House keeping for Cruz 

NYC - MA Studio(Mount Alps Studio) 155 Liberty street 12:03pm  

"I'm sure you've seen the media realise the next rising star of fame, suzie." Brian asked. "Definitely, Brian. I've got a large poster in my room to prove it." Suzie replied. Brian laughed dryly."I'm sure you're not the only one." he assured.

"If you don't know already, we're talking about Cruz Beck, the famously popular lead singer of hit single 'A million chances.' The song has only been out for 2 weeks, but unsurprisingly, it's topped charts all over the world." Brian explained to the camera. "Darling, I'm sure everyone know's who he is, even if his song hadn't been a hit, you would obviously recognise him from the billboards around the country." Suzie laughed.

"Yes, that is quite right, hasn't Cruz been modeling for world luxury brand's Versace and Ralph Lauren." He spoke. 

"Well, Brian. I'll you in on a secret. Apparently Cruz Beck is Single." Suzie whispered aloud. "Single?" Brian questioned suprisedly. 

"Rumours say. But have you seen him holding hands with a girl?" Suzie asked. "Nope. I haven't actually. All though Paparrazi have been following his tail like roxwheilers.

There hasn't been a snapshot of him with a female." he chuckled.  

"But Cruz Beck can not be gay." Suzie shrieked. "What can i say, you read my mind Suzie." Brian spoke.  

Suzie smiled. "Yet that would never happen," she assured as she playfully touched his shoulder.  

"I'm sure Cruz would be a great boyfriend for you girl's out there, given his present qualities." he laughed. 

('Cut.' The director signalled. )

"Thank you for joining us today at Talkabout Stars." We look foward to seeing you next time." The duo concluded.  

Suzie walked off the set, where an assistant handed her a towel and a bottle of water, clutching the items she seated herself in her chair.  

Wilson strode across to approach the actress. "Thank you for today, Suzie." He said politely. Suzie wiped a sweaty strand of curls away from her forehead. "You know, Brian and I are doing a lot of mighty hard work for your weedy little singer." She frowned. 

Wilson reached into his right breast pocket of his suit and produced a check book. "Whatever the amount." he said humbly. Suzie smiled, "Now that's what I call coroporation, honey." "Don't forget my share, Roach. The whole set turned to look at Brian. "What?" he asked, aware of the attention. "During high school, Dear old wilson was compared to a cockroach. I guess the name just stuck Right?" He sneered at him. A series of undiscreet whispers echoed through the crowd. Wilson turned away angrily, only to quickly recover his casual demeanor. "How much?" he asked Brian, pulling out another empty check. "Give me a decent amount Roach." Brian demanded.

Wilson scribbled in a sum. "That?." Brian replied peering at the continuous zero's. Rudely, he snatched away the cheque, "this could give me a couple of nights fun of gambling." he sighed. Wilson's mobile vibrated. "Excuse me," he said as he answered the call. Speaking into his bluetooth, he realised it was Paul from DasWorks ringing him, "Hello," he greeted.

"Mr Dale the situation for a new housekeeper for Cruz Beck has been taken care of. If things go according to planned, you will meet with her at the Azumo Plaza at 1:00 this afternoon." "Thank You, Paul. Is there anything I need to know about this lady?" Wilson asked. "No, I can assure you she is clean." "Ok Then I will meet with her in the time arranged." Wilson spoke. Both ends clicked off their connection. Wilson hurried off, past the working people. Outside was his chauffer, his driver opened the door for him, as he slipped in. The digital clock in the car read 12:30. "How long to Azumo Plaza?" Wilson asked the chauffer. "20 minutes sir." the man replied.