Even though Dunn can be pretty wild, he's not dumb enough to mess around with other women behind Natalie's back on their very first overseas trip together. Nope, not happening!
In fact, during these days in Australia, Dunn's been a total saint—keeping it clean and classy.
Natalie's pretty impressed with Dunn's behavior. She's smart enough to know that trying to stop him from hanging out with certain "types" is a lost cause. If she made a fuss, it'd probably just end in a breakup, and she's not about that life.
Dunn's attitude? It's like a big, shiny reassurance pill for her.
After dropping Natalie back in New York, Dunn flips open the latest *New York Times* and—bam!—there's a bombshell headline staring him in the face. And guess what? It's got his name all over it!
The "Golden Club" is officially under FBI investigation!
Ever since Dunn spilled the tea about Bruce Willis being a regular at the Golden Club, this Atlanta nightlife spot has been the talk of the nation. Then Mel Gibson chimed in, fanning the flames and pushing the club right into the eye of the storm!
The feds stepped in to calm the public outrage, greenlighting the FBI to dig deeper. And the results? Jaw-dropping, to say the least!
It's not that the Golden Club was squeaky clean—oh no. The rumors were spot on. This place is basically the kingpin of shady clubs across the U.S.
*The New York Times* went all out with a special investigation, spilling some legally-safe details about what goes down inside. The club's got two floors: the first is open to the public—$10 gets you a ticket to a night of strip shows. Easy peasy.
But the second floor? That's where the real VIPs roll. They've got 16 "Golden Rooms" up there, decked out in over-the-top luxury like some ancient Middle Eastern palace. Mirrors everywhere—total eye candy for the guests.
These "Golden Rooms" are super private, hush-hush, and pricey as heck. But celebs love 'em! The special "services" cater to all sorts of thrill-seekers.
The most famous visitors? NBA stars like big man Patrick Ewing and Mutombo. Some teams even swing by as a full squad to unwind after a win.
Then there's the A-listers—actors, businessmen, politicians—you name it. But when Dunn spots two specific names in the paper, he's speechless.
First up: the world's richest guy, Bill Gates!
*The New York Times* tracked down Bill for a chat, and the billionaire casually admitted he's been to the Golden Club. But he swears he just watched the dance shows—no funny business. Sure, Bill, sure.
Does anyone buy that, though? The whole country knows Bill's living the "one man, two wives" life. Before tying the knot with Melinda, he made a deal to spend at least a week each month with his ex-girlfriend, Winblad. Melinda, being the wise and chill wife she is, said, "Fine, whatever."
Kinda like how Natalie lets Dunn get away with his antics. Whether it's love, morals, or just playing the game, let's be real—America's all about the money, baby!
Looking back at 1999, Dunn's little flings with a few actresses were small potatoes. The real scandal kings of the year? Two Bills: President Bill Clinton and mega-rich Bill Gates.
Clinton's mess? Dunn's loving it. He's rooting for little Bush to take over—not because he's a fan of the guy's ideas, but because Republicans mean tax cuts. That 4% personal income tax is killing him!
As for Bill Gates' drama? It's almost comical. While juggling his two-lady lifestyle, he sets his sights on a talented, gorgeous subordinate, Stephanie Zeuher. Who'd say no to the richest man alive? Stephanie climbs the ladder and becomes one of Bill's inner circle.
But here's where Bill screws up big time—he brings Stephanie into Microsoft's top-secret meetings. They're plotting to crush competitors with "reverse bounties" (aka bribes). Sneaky, right?
By mid-year, Microsoft's rivals team up, sue for monopoly, and flip Stephanie to their side. Now the Justice Department's all over Microsoft with an antitrust probe and grilling Stephanie for evidence.
Unlike Dunn, who dances through his lady troubles like a pro, Bill Gates' personal life is a hot mess. Dunn can't help but sigh—compared to this high-stakes corporate war, Hollywood feels downright wholesome!
At least actresses keep it simple. They're not masterminds—just trading favors for roles or peace of mind. Stephanie's moves net her billions; Hollywood's got nothing on that level of game.
Maybe Deng Wendi Murdoch could pull it off? But as the wife of a News Corp mogul, she's not really Hollywood material.
The Golden Club mess might ding Bill Gates a bit, but compared to the Stephanie fiasco, it's peanuts. Dunn's not too worried.
But there's another name that gives him a headache: media titan and Turner Group chairman, Ted Turner, one of America's richest dudes!
Turner Group got swallowed by Time Warner a few years back. Now Ted's a shareholder and board member, even gunning for vice chairman. Time Warner's public, not as bulletproof as Microsoft, so this Golden Club scandal hitting the headlines? It's bad news for Ted.
Dunn's wryly amused—he's been busting his butt to keep things cool with Warner, but it feels like everything's sliding the wrong way.
"The *Narnia* project needs to kick off ASAP!" he decides. Until he's got more clout, he can't afford to clash with a beast like Time Warner—especially with Disney already on his bad side.
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Scott Swift used to be a stockbroker at Merrill Lynch, pulling in a sweet $500,000 a year. Dunn dangled a $1 million salary in front of him and sealed the deal. Now Scott's handling Dunn's stock trades and backing Taylor Swift's dream to study music in LA.
Scott's on the payroll at Dunn Films, keeping a close eye on Yahoo stock trends.
"Dunn, Yahoo's at $198 a share right now—it's climbing fast, but hitting the peak of $445 from January? Tough call," Scott says.
Back in January, Yahoo's stock went nuts, spiking to $445. Dunn was too busy editing *Star Wars: Episode I* to care much then. He didn't expect such a wild swing in '99—everyone knows the crash hits after 2000.
Dunn stays cool. "No rush. I'm betting Yahoo's gonna soar again."
"Past $400?" Scott asks.
"Past $400!" Dunn nods.
Scott shakes his head, lowering his voice. "Dunn, haven't you noticed the trading volume's been dropping lately? I've got some inside scoop."
"Oh?" Dunn perks up. What if the crash is some big conspiracy by the banks?
He's overthinking it. Scott leans in. "Merrill Lynch predicts Yahoo's heading up this November—could break $300."
"So you're saying people will sell at $300?"
"Exactly!"
Dunn waves it off. "Nah, trust me, Scott. Yahoo's hitting $400 again."
"But—"
Dunn taps his temple with a grin. "Scott, how do you think a young guy like me made it big in Hollywood? Instinct. My gut's never wrong—it's why my movies crush it at the box office."
"Instinct?" Scott's skeptical. Stocks on a hunch? That's wild.
Dunn's got 2.1 million Yahoo shares—his foundation. He's gotta max it out. "Relax, Scott. Do it my way. Yahoo hit $445 earlier this year; maybe next January it'll happen again. For now, let's prep the next move."
"Leverage… shorting?" Scott guesses.
"Yup! Big rise, big fall—we're cashing in big time!"
"That's risky as hell."
"No worries, trust me." Dunn pats his chest. "Scott, everything I've got came from betting on my gut. This time, I'm going all in!"
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