×   Right.  The CCTV cameras.  Of course she didn't forget.  She probably memorized every inch of his office like the back of her hand.  She was observant as much as she was hardworking, meticulous, and creative.  Talented.  Nice.  Caring.  Intelligent.  Beautiful. Damn.  Why was she still single?  Sometimes it boggled his mind but it was none of his business, so he didn't pry. Once she left, he would check the camera that was pointed towards the doorway.  Just to make sure that it was still on standby mode, not actually recording any real-time footage.  Jessi didn't know that.  Good thing he didn't tell her yet. "Safe flight." As they stood beside his work desk, Jessi leaned forward to hug him.  He froze while her arm wrapped around his back.  It wasn't an intimate embrace, but it still surprised him, leaving him speechless in her arms

× "Hi." "Hey." Jenson walked straight into his office when he saw his mask-wearing assistant sitting alone in front of his work desk. The office unsurprisingly looked tidier than how he left it last night. She must've arrived here much earlier than the medical team who just collected her swab. Jessi reclined in her seat and stared at him. A face mask hid half of her pale face. Her hair was in a tight bun that showed off her slender neck and shoulders. Her plain yellow hoodie was paired with dark yoga pants that matched her gym shoes. The bored look in her eyes and her laid-back posture confirmed that she had been stuck in here alone in his office for a while. Just waiting for the test results like him. "You good?" He eyed her and dropped the knapsack full of his personal belongings for his scheduled trip. Jessi nodded. "You? Feeling kinda weird or something?" "Not really. You?" "Just a little anxious." "Same." He sighed and assessed her overall appearance again. She seemed

× "Shit. I'm sorry." "For what?" "It's kind of, my fault." Jessi sighed in frustration as she sat in front of his desk. At this point there was no one else to blame for their current situation. Reclining in his swivel chair, Jenson squinted at her and placed his phone on the desk. "What?" "I should've sat far away from Jonah...after he told me he was at a party. He sat close to me again during lunch." "But you wore a mask the entire day." "Yeah, but no eye covering," she muttered while absently toying with a pen. "Sorry." "I'm fine." Jenson frowned as if bothered by her apology. He sat behind his desk, no longer wearing a face mask. What's the point? They already caught the bug just because someone on their creative team couldn't stay hunkered down at home for another night. Besides, the room felt stuffier than usual now. Perhaps they'd just been too cooped up in this office after another busy work week. Thus her unpleasant thoughts and feelings. She felt fine, though. No

Day 2 of Quarantine× A bad, pulsating headache.  Sweating from head to toe.  An aching back.  Limp arms and legs. Oh no...  Were these new symptoms?  Or the rare ones?  Was she getting sicker?  She took in deep breaths and exhaled loudly several times, testing her lungs as panic crept into her groggy thoughts.Her muscles felt weak but her chest felt fine.  No breathing issues or brain fog.  But would it get worse?  Would she end up getting wheeled into an ambulance today?  Barely able to breathe and clinging to dear life like her co-worker?Jessi hauled herself off of the divan, wincing and cussing under her breath when the throbbing in her skull intensified.  She grabbed her phone to check the time.Nine hours.  Almost nine hours of sleep.  Why did her entire body f

× Ammo? Don't aim for the head or torso? Ankles and hands first? What in the... Was it a joke? Was her boss rehearsing some lines from a script? Reading them out loud for fun? Or he could be talking to someone on the phone. "Maybe. Maybe not..." Jessi sat still on the cold floor and leaned against the door, imagining the more believable scenarios. Maybe she just wasn't used to it but Jenson kept getting phone calls in the middle of the night lately. It didn't sound like he was talking to Charmaine, though. Must be Darren. Or Magnus—Jenson's mysterious boss and uncle. Apparently one of the head honchos. One of those rich executives who invested millions in Hollywood movies and TV shows they deemed would be a big hit. All she knew about the man was that he was a Californian businessman with the same last name as Jenson. His real surname. Therefore, Magnus could be the brother of Jenson's father. Also Italian by birth? "His dad died in prison years ago. Mob boss tyin' up loose end