Daily life of an American TV drama agent

The London West Hollywood Hotel in Beverly Hills, between Hollywood and Beverly Hills, is most famous for its luxuriously decorated banquet hall.

And this time, in order to make the ball look more grand, the organizers even persuaded the local police station to send mounted police to escort the ball.

They are mounted policemen in the true sense of the word, riding on tall horses, although they do not run as fast as mounted policemen on motorcycles.

Therefore, Max and Caroline, who were riding horses towards the dance, were stopped by two black mounted policemen.

"Hey girls, this street is closed to traffic. Although this road is called a road, it is not allowed to go on the road immediately. Please show your driver's license.

If you take drugs and get high, remember to put it on your body. "

Caroline did not dismount. She covered her unattractive barren chest with one hand and leaned over to the two police officers and said: "Hello, Mr. Police Officer, we are on the way to the dance, and we would like to ask if you can help me take care of the horse?" "

Max quickly added: "You don't have to waste your time giving us breathalyzer tests. We're not drunk, and we're not playing a scavenger hunt at the bachelorette party. Our car broke down on the South Side, and we rode all the way from Hollywood Boulevard. of."

The tall police officer exclaimed: "So you rode a horse from Hollywood Boulevard? That's really cool~"

The short police officer glanced at the tall police officer and then looked at the sisters, curled his lips and reminded: "Yes, it is also illegal at the same time."

"Please, two handsome police officers~" Caroline clasped her hands together in a prayer gesture.

Perhaps taking advantage of his height, the tall police officer agreed: "No problem, we can help."

The short police officer stared and raised his eyebrows: "No way, Dave, we are on duty!"

Caroline looked at the policeman and spread her hands helplessly: "Police officer, we are already late. With all due respect, we really don't have time to play the good cop, bad cop game."

Max continued to assist and pointed at the two of them exaggeratedly: "But you two are a handsome policeman and a super handsome policeman!"

The tall police officer lowered his eyes and licked his lips. The short police officer looked at the tall police officer meaningfully and smiled crookedly. Then he turned to the sisters and said, "No problem, we can help. Let's help you two down first."

The tall police officer stared at the ravine on Max's chest, knocked the short police officer's hand away with his palm, and shouted: "I'll help the girl in the low-cut dress."

They obviously heard it, but Max and Caroline still pretended not to hear it. They dismounted along the arms of the two police officers, lifted up their skirts and ran and looked back: "Thank you, handsome police officer and super handsome police officer!"

The tall police officer looked at the sisters' backs and said narcissistically, "You know the handsome police officer is talking about me, right?"

The short police officer glanced at him, pointed at his chest and said, "Please, have you ever seen how handsome I am wearing sunglasses? He's better than you."

And behind them, a tall figure appeared out of nowhere: "I'm sorry, whether it's a handsome police officer or a super handsome police officer, it's all about me."

Ron casually threw the ID into the arms of the short police officer. After looking through it, he immediately stood up and saluted Ron solemnly: "Hello, sir!"

As he said that, the short man secretly poked his stunned companion next to him and whispered "IRS". This name was indeed more useful than anything else. The tall man quickly stood at attention as a courtesy.

Ron didn't have to pull his collar down like Max and got better treatment than them.

Ron took his ID and put the key in his hand: "Can you help me take a look at the car? It's right in front of the place where you blocked the road. This is the key."

"Yes, sir." The short man took the key nervously.

Because he was driving, he couldn't go whichever way he wanted like Max and the others. Ron was blocked by a hateful one-way street and turned around. He simply left the car at the intersection where the road was closed for construction and ran over.

So he arrived a little later than Max and the others, but looking at the backs of the two silly girls, it seemed that he was not too late. Ron adjusted his neat suit and walked leisurely to the ball hall.

Prom entrance

"Max, I'm surprised that you can still move freely in a long skirt," Caroline praised sincerely.

Max replied, "I wore a maid outfit when I worked in a medieval diner. It made me feel lighter when I didn't have to carry a plate full of turkey legs and beer."

Caroline looked at the sign-in table and hid behind Max in embarrassment: "The sign-in is there, you go in front, and I hide behind you, because I am the most hated woman in Los Angeles."

To be honest, with Caroline's current situation, she has used up all her courage just to get here. In the city of Los Angeles, there is probably no one who is more notorious than the Channing family.

Max turned to look at Caroline: "So am I here to be a human shield?"

Caroline looked at Max's breasts and gestured with her hand to show the size of Max's breasts: "You are more 'material' and can withstand everything."

Max was speechless for a while.

Caroline suddenly looked panicked and squatted down, putting her hands on Max's waist.

Max was frightened and raised his hands. He turned to look at Caroline squatting behind him in surprise, and said helplessly, "Did someone pull out a gun? I knew something was going to happen."

Caroline squatted on the ground and looked in front of Max: "No, I saw the couple who sent my dad to jail."

Fortunately, the couple did not notice Caroline's presence and quickly passed the security check and entered the venue. Caroline breathed a sigh of relief, and the queue quickly reached Caroline's side.

The fat red-haired girl behind the sign-in desk looked at them: "Can you tell me your name?"

Caroline: "Caroline Channing."

When he said his last name, his voice dropped so low that it was almost inaudible.

The fat girl raised her eyebrows and looked sideways at Caroline, tilting her ears: "Sorry, I didn't hear you. Can you tell me your name again?"

"Caroline~Channing (whisper)"

The fat girl raised her eyebrows and looked sideways at Caroline, tilting her ears: "Sorry, I still didn't hear you."

If she really didn't hear her the first and second time, she obviously did it on purpose the third time, because Caroline's voice was much louder than the previous two times.

The surname that is famous throughout the city has already caused several people around her to cast angry looks, which makes Caroline feel on pins and needles. She swears that apart from the time when her father was arrested and the time when she was kicked out of her villa, this is the last time. Awkward.

And this time, she hoped that like last time, a prince charming would fall from the sky to save her.

Caroline could only lean down and raise her head again in humiliation and raise her voice: "Caroline~Channing (whisper)"

The fat girl was already getting impatient, and she didn't know how much of her impatience was fake. She raised her head and asked loudly again: "What are you doing? Tell me your name."

At the door, almost everyone's attention was attracted.