Emma Stone takes control…

‘Are they out there?’ Emma Stone’s voice is low, urgent. ‘Is that it, are they all leaked?’

Wait…

‘Not exactly,’ you tell her, scanning the article again. It’s short and to-the-point, but a quick Google confirms that the only pictures currently floating around the internet are the censored, pixelated versions. ‘Whoever’s got hold of them is still trying to ransom them off. Someone leaked the previews, but you can’t see anything. I mean, you can see her face –’ Emma groans quietly beside you through her hands, ‘and it’s obvious what they are, but… no. No actual nudes. Not yet.’

Emma Stone takes that in, obviously thinking hard.

‘Right,’ she says, suddenly, matter-of-factly. ‘Right. Okay. Good. Whoever they are, they’ve made their one mistake.’

That gets your attention – and even Emma’s head comes up. ‘What?’ you demand, irrational hope rising in your chest. ‘What is it, what’s your plan?’

Emma Stone takes a deep breath.

‘You may not like it,’ she says slowly. ‘But I think it’s gold. And it’s the one thing they won’t be expecting.’