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Fenella’s POV“No.”I quickly got up, pushing Alan's shoulder away. With swift steps, I approached Jessy and put on my satin robe.God, help me!I sealed my lips, holding back the red blush burning my cheeks, and walked into the dressing room. I stood leaning against the door, my heart racing. What was wrong with me?I have to admit, Alan was a man who knew how to charm. He knew how to make a woman feel special, and he made everything seem beautiful.No, wait a minute. I still didn't know anything about him or Amy. I also didn't know if he could be trusted or not, considering how easily he had lied about many things so far."Are you ready to change?" the makeup artist asked me with a puzzled look."Oh, yes, sorry. I was feeling cold," I sighed deeply.My mind continued to oscillate between Alan's continuous sweet talk and Laird, whom I knew was waiting for news from me. Once again, I tried to calm myself. I tightened the robe's straps with both hands and rubbed my arms, which shivered

Fenella’s POV“We are here to voice our rights.” Mallory’s voice echoed through the speakers mounted on either side of the stage.“The right to get protection, the right to form healthy relationships with others, and the right to live comfortably in our environment.”“We cannot achieve any of that if we continue to close ourselves off from what can protect us. Avoiding the topic because we consider it taboo will only lead to misunderstandings. By spreading knowledge about the subject widely, I’m confident we can protect ourselves from the diseases affecting our community.”“Wow! Yeah, I’ve always felt that sexual education should start as early as possible. I really appreciate this movement you’re advocating.” The host exclaimed, clapping to encourage a round of applause from the audience.Since 8 AM until now, which was 10 AM, I have stood on stage with dozens of celebrities, models, and actresses in Mallory’s circle of friends. We were wearing matching white shirts with a red ribbon

Alan’s POV"Oh, yeah, I don't know why people have been so easily offended lately, but really, no one is harmed, right?"The man on the other end of the phone rambled on about general ethics, social norms, and various other nonsense. I stayed silent, swallowing all of his unhelpful lectures. My eyes rolled upwards every time he recited sections about advertisement broadcasting."Alright, sir. I understand. How about we meet to discuss this matter, hm? Talking in person will surely feel different, right?"Usually, this trick works with some hush money. What else did they want but money? Moreover, in my opinion, this controversy was completely groundless."No, no. I'm not trying to bribe you, sir. I just want to

Fenella’s POV"Who? Are you sure you didn't read it wrong?”Jessy was still speeding down the road, maneuvering sharply to avoid other vehicles. He also drove through alleys and side streets to avoid the city’s traffic in New York.I repeatedly checked and read the document Laird had sent me. Reading a document on my phone while in a recklessly speeding vehicle was a bad idea. My head started throbbing, compounded by the movement of the car.I reflexively gagged from nausea but managed to hold back from actually vomiting. I briefly opened the car's dashboard, grabbed a small plastic bag from it, and covered my mouth before finally throwing up.“Sorry,” I said, wiping my mouth with a tissue after my stomach calmed down.“Are you okay? Maybe we should stop for a moment and take it easy,” Jessy suggested as he slowed the car down.“No! Keep going, Jessy. We have to stop Laird from going too far.”“Alright. But you need to stop reading that document. Reading it over and over won’t change

Fenella’s POVI hadn’t called my mother in a long time. The last time I called her was at the beginning of the new year. My mother wasn’t too interested in my career as a model, and she often worried about me. She worried about me so much, in fact, that I ended up distancing myself from her.My father had passed away for five years. During my first year in New York, my father was still paying for my tuition and living expenses. When he died in my second year, I began looking for a job to pay for everything on my own.He didn’t leave much of an inheritance for us. The company he had built over his lifetime with hard work had to be sold to someone else to cover the company’s debts. Even his life insurance money had to be sacrificed to pay off the bad debts.From riches to rags. I was forced by circumstances to become more independent. That’s why I insisted on working while studying, even though my mother disagreed. But I felt that was the only way to support myself, and I didn’t want to