19 I will see Ma?.

From Saturday, April 22, 2006 at 08h26am during the presentation of a special mini-format of The Late Show 15-minute, the talk show in prime-time access this Tuesday at 06:00 pm, the hunt for (The angel of social networks) stopped suddenly. The TV channel in its commercial, implied in a very unclear way that eventually the girl could appear before that date, without offering any guarantee to these declarations. The greedy hunters said goodbye to the so-called scoop of the year and all returned home low morale and exhausted by this research that this time, did cost them time but would not bring them anything concrete. CBS as to them to taunt their competitors, proposed a new photo of the girl to each advertisement for this mini-format exceptional. But CBS also enraged family mothers and explode keyboards teen girls, who on social networks, did not hold their anger. The reason for this feminine hysteria was calculated and worked. CBS except the photos, had not disclosed anything about the little darling girl and they were having fun to make them languish. The TV channel had employed a private company to provide an additional and consistent telephone switchboard that could respond to the cries generated by their vicious strategy. The Machiavellian television channel broadcasted its great news via the press, radio and the internet without cost and immediately saw this simple marketing strategy bring them the expected benefits. Their market share climbed, according to the emissions from 0.6% to 3.1% from 05h00pm this day blessed, then stabilized the next day to on average to 2.9%, all emissions combined. A presenter from a competing channel made a joke about it, stating that some women had to be crazy enough to leave their television on, in case the little girl whose name was still unknown would appear faster than expected before their eyes.

Sunday, April 23

04h05pm Los Angels - Beverly Hills

In a room, a little girl sings and dances, shaking her little buttocks under the nose of her teddy bear. "I'm going to see Maï, piak piak, piak. I'll see Maï, piak, piak, piak."

4:40 pm Los Angeles - South Los Angeles

A young girl return to her house exhausted after 11 hours of work in a neighborhood supermarket where she works as a cashier. Something is different suddenly. She feels that her usually very noisy street suddenly becomes much too quiet. She opens the window, bends down and closes it immediately after seeing a black and bordeaux Rolls-Royce Phantom limousine framed by two German sedans parked in front of her building. Immediately she thinks of the cartel. She has nothing to do with it but according to her knowledge, avoiding them is just as good for her safety. Bam, bam, bam, bam, four shots come from her door that vibrates so much that the girl fears that her door break under the force used by this person to hit. The girl is sweating profusely. She reassures herself remembering that she owns a firearm that belonged to her ex-boyfriend, but her face darkens when she remembers that she had only one bullet and she used some time ago to help a little girl pursued by thugs. Even so, if she had more bullets, she knows herself and she would not be able to shoot a man. Bam, Bam, Bam, Trench in the corner of her bedroom/kitchen, the girl is about to cry as the pressure and fear she feels are intense.

"Miss, our young miss, wishes to meet you. We saw you at your window. We know therefore that you are at home. It would be inappropriate of you to make our young miss who wants to see you wait since a long time."

This woman's voice is calm, young and reassures the girl who anyway, she knows, will have to follow them forcibly, if they demand it. The girl raises her legs a little shaking and goes awkwardly to her door, which she opens while praying internally. Three tall men dressed in black surround a very pretty, dark-haired, young woman who looks straight into her eyes. The dark-haired woman looks at her for a moment, then with a simple "Nice to meet you, you can talk to me as Sally. Let's go, our young Miss is impatient. "She leads the girl into the Rolls-Royce without more words. During the journey to the beautiful neighborhoods, she often wants to ask questions to learn more, but breaking the silence is difficult. She resigns herself, and when the cars enter Beverly Hills, she thinks about that clever little New York girl who wanted to adopt her and laughs softly as thinking back at her.