× 1 new message from:Zach Boss"Hi Jessi. Hope u r doing ok just wanna let u know u will take on Mae's tasks and will be handling Jenson's makeup and hair plus extras. Nik will do D's and rest of the cast. Fam emergency. Can't come to work this week. See u soon"Today 07:07AM It was her supervisor's text. She expected to hear from him early in the morning, but the message slightly disappointed her. Zach didn't even explain why Mae had to go, or why she got "transferred" to another show. Did someone from top management fire her? For what? Jessi sighed and shut the bathroom door. She kind of lost sleep over the whole thing. Nikki, the other makeup artist, hadn't heard much, either. Maybe it's just how production companies worked?After sending a reply to Zach, Jessi picked out her outfit for work. Her phone went off before she could hang her bathrobe to dry. Zach's name stayed on the screen, prompting her to take the call. "Hi, Zach. Morning." "Hey, Jess. G'morning." "You doin' o

×Four months of working for the show.Four months of hard work and late nights. Four months of working with people she considered her friends now.All gone. All over. Just flushed down the drain.Her career in the TV industry was done. "Short-lived" didn't even begin to cover how she felt about it. Jessi sat in front of her computer, still in her pajamas, watching online cat videos, her long greasy bangs all over her cheeks. She hadn't showered all weekend.The "highly necessary downsizing" of course depressed her. She just didn't expect that morning...that bright, sunny day she got the unexpected sit-down and learned of the production company letting go of their less experienced employees. The semi-amateurs like her.They said she and other new hires had to go due to the company having to reduce expenditures. In return, they offered her some money. A nice severance package to keep her afloat. Few weeks tops. Being jobless here in Los Angeles? Total nightmare, probably. The money th

× "Hey, man. Back so soon?" The uniformed guard stared at Jenson and pressed the button to lift the metal barrier in front of her. Jessi walked past the barrier after giving the older man a slight smile. "Yeah. Gotta work hard to stay afloat in this economy, Walt," Jenson replied to the guard while he stood behind her. "Ayt, then." The guard chuckled and gave Jenson a mini-salute.  "Don't stay in there all night, man." "I'll try." A smile stayed on her face as Jessi watched the friendly exchange. "Welcome and nice meeting you, Miss Kinley." "Likewise,"  Jessi replied with a smile and a timid wave after the cheery security personnel returned her ID. Jenson gently held onto her wrist as he led her past the security check. The guard didn't call him "Mr. Ross" or something more formal than

×"You think you're above the law, don't you?""No.""You really thought you'd never get caught? You liars!" "No." He stepped forward, his gut wrenching,  startled by her shouting and staring at the tears on her cheeks.  "Stop.""You thought I wouldn't figure it all out?""Stop it." "You merciless killers! You're nothing but a bunch of liars!" The woman took a few steps backwards, her shouts almost echoing throughout the room.  "Plain evil! Just monsters!""Stop! Just stop! Okay? You don't know what you're talking about." He grabbed her arms to stop her from running out the door, fearing the consequences, fearing what could happen if she told other people his deepest, darkest secrets.  It might be the end of him.  His career,  his assets, his bright future with Charmaine, his comfortable life, and everything he'd been working so hard for all these years...all gone in a bli

×-1 new messageCharmaine VDH"They need me to stay for the qtr review. See you next week. Xx"Today 18:04-Next week? That's it? Not even a tentative date? What the shit. She couldn't even send him a lousy text that's longer than two sentences. His calls went straight to her voicemail, too. As if telling him she was too busy to be bothered."Fuck." Jenson slammed his phone onto his desk and got up from his swivel chair to fix himself a drink. The alcoholic kind. "Lying, two-faced bitch." His anger just made him grit his teeth. For almost a year. One whole year. Nothing had changed, and he was done pretending he was fine with her practically treating him like a clueless, overused doormat. At this point, he no longer needed much evidence to prove his suspicions. She had to be cheating on him. Her recent behavior spoke volumes. He just didn't know who the other guy was. Not yet. He would confront her next week, if she wasn't lying about coming back home soon. Pretty big "if", jud