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Tarzan clicked the unlock button on his car, slid into the driver's seat, and slammed the door shut.The engine roared to life as he pulled away, beginning the drive home.One hand rested loosely on the steering wheel while the other propped up his head, his elbow planted on the driver's-side armrest.His cheek leaned against his fist, half-lidded eyes fixed lazily on the road ahead.He looked more bored than bothered, as though the argument he'd just walked away from hadn't affected him in the slightest.*It's been a whole damn year... and she suddenly shows up again, acting like nothing ever happened.*His jaw tightened ever so slightly.*The penthouse she lives in screams money. The only reasonable explanation is that she's Ricardo's daughter-in-law*His grip on the steering wheel tightened.His wireless earpiece chimed, slicing through the silence."What?"Tarzan answered, his voice flat."Don't 'what' me," Mr. Reynolds snapped, his irritation crackling through the line."Where th

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Back at the apartment, Lena hadn’t moved from her spot. The food on the table had gone cold, and the heavy silence pressed in on her from every corner of the room. Finally, she stood, her legs shaky beneath her, and began clearing the dishes with mechanical movements. *Why did I push so hard?* she thought, rinsing a plate under the scalding water. *He’s right… it’s his life. But I can’t just stand by and watch him destroy himself.* A new, uneasy thought slipped in: *Maybe he already found a new manager. That would explain why he didn’t answer when I said I accepted the offer.* Her phone buzzed sharply on the counter. Her heart lurched. She rushed over, nearly knocking over a glass. A message from Silver Adams. "Tomorrow. 8 a.m. Studio briefing. I’ll come pick you up." Lena stared at the screen, her pulse stuttering. *So I’m really starting tomorrow?* *That means he’s my boss now.* She picked up the phone with trembling fingers and typed back a simple reply. **Lena

HOW TO FIX THIS

Diana’s voice continued.“Now I pitied him. His obsession with you isn’t healthy… and it’s not something that can easily be explained. We all have our demons—those little things that loosen the screws in our heads. That first week, he literally went insane. Some nights I had to stay with him. I’m telling you frankly, he went four days without sleep. The only thing that eventually helped him pass out was… masturbating.” She paused. “Don’t ask me who he pictured.”Diana exhaled slowly before continuing.“When even that stopped working, he started drawing your face every morning the moment he woke up—like he was terrified of forgetting a single detail. At some point, he turned to drugs. That was when I stopped recognizing him. He got addicted and changed totally...his emotions was hardly seen on his face. He lost lot of projects because of that."Lena’s grip tightened on the phone until her knuckles ached. Diana went on. “This strong young man who survived watching his own parents murd

FIRST DAY EFFORT

The next morning, Lena woke earlier than usual. It was her first official day as Tarzan's manager.By the time he arrived, she was already waiting in front of her building.When Tarzan's car pulled into the driveway, he frowned slightly in surprise—he hadn't expected her to be there before him.His gaze swept over her appearance. Lena was dressed in a simple, plain knee-length gown, with minimal makeup and her hair neatly tied back.Just as she reached for the car door, Tarzan stepped out first. Lena's eyes sparkled at the sight of him in a light pink shirt—then drifted to the large shopping bag in his hand.Without a word, he held it out to her."Here," he said. "If you're going to be my manager, you have to dress like one."Lena blinked, then accepted the bag with both hands. "Oh... okay."With that, she turned and headed back inside to change, while Tarzan leaned against the side of his car, rubbing a hand over his face as he waited.Once in her room, she opened the bag and pulled

HOW TO START

The moment he settled into the driver's seat, the rich scent of his cologne flooded the car, making Lena's pulse stutter. She'd missed that scent so much she had to physically fight the urge to lean over and inhale him like a desperate fool. Tarzan started the engine without a word. The drive was painfully silent. Lena folded her hands neatly on her lap, stealing glances at him whenever she dared. His attention stayed fixed on the road—one hand resting lazily on the steering wheel, the other tapping an absent rhythm against it. She sighed and turned toward her window. Where do I even start? "Andres is my half-brother"? No. That didn't feel like the best way to reopen a conversation—not after everything he'd been through. Her mind kept spinning, tangled in indecision. Tarzan stole a glance at her and caught her profile silhouetted against the glass. His eyes drifted to her outfit. Looked way better than I imagined. Lena felt the weight of his gaze and turned her

OUT OF PLACE

The makeup artist's hand froze in midair. Embarrassed, she quickly lowered her gaze and resumed dusting powder across his face. "You've been doing his makeup ever since he came to France and you're still not used to his eye contact?" Her assistant whispered. "Can you blame me?" she whispered back. "His eyes are... dangerously distracting. And he got long lashes too." They both chuckled quietly. Tarzan remained expressionless, seemingly indifferent to the conversation even though he could hear them clearly. ______ Meanwhile, Lena stood frozen by the car, feeling utterly out of place. Then a tall young woman approached—slender legs, healthy curls,head band and a sky blue tennis-ball gown so short it left the curve of her cheeks exposed. She walked like she owned a runway, those heavy makeup shows she wasn't an athlete or anything, the dress was just foe fashion sake. "Hi, I am Niva and you are?" She asked, stopping in front of Lena. "Oh… I am… T—Mr. Silver's man

BABY DOLL

LENA'S POV I stood frozen for a few seconds, staring at the doorway she'd just stormed through. Then my gaze drifted back to Tarzan. Back then, I'd genuinely thought he was referring to me—because I'd been so utterly lost about how to do anything around here. The makeup artist returned and resumed working on Tarzan. His face remained unreadable. Cold. Almost detached from reality. I desperately wanted to know what was going on inside his head—if anything was bothering him. I mean, a lot must be bothering him. But I hoped that, as his manager, I could help ease some of that weight. "Water." His deep voice pulled me out of my thoughts. "Huh?" He looked at me with the same blank expression. "I need water." "Oh... ye... yes, Mr. Silver." I immediately scanned the room. The makeup table was crowded with foundation bottles, brushes, powders, and sprays—but not a single bottle of water in sight. My eyes darted from one corner to another. Where do they keep it? Before I coul

END OF DISCUSSION

I scanned the busy hallway until my eyes landed on a man who matched Tarzan's description perfectly. Tall. Gray tailored suit.Black-framed glasses. Salt-and-pepper hair. That has to be him. He stood near the entrance of the building, speaking to another man who looked just as important. Both of them held thick cigars between their fingers, wisps of smoke curling lazily into the air. Several security guards surrounded them, their expressions stern as they quietly watched everyone coming and going. The atmosphere around the two men was... intimidating. The whole setup screamed power. No one interrupted them or even walked too close. I hesitated and tightened my grip on my bag. How am I supposed to ask him for a bottle of water? They were obviously discussing business. And he is the boss...who asks such question? Walking over there to ask where they kept bottled water suddenly felt ridiculous. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, trying to figure out

EFFECT ON HIM

I finally remembered why I'd come outside. "Oh, actually—" I was just about to ask him where I could get a bottle of water. Talking to him seemed much easier than interrupting Mr. Reynolds's business chat. Tarzan was probably still waiting. Before I could finish my sentence, Mr. Reynolds suddenly looked in our direction and crooked a finger. Eric immediately excused himself and walked over. I remained where I was, watching from a distance. Mr. Reynolds said something. Eric glanced back at me before replying. The older man followed his gaze, his sharp eyes settling on me for a brief, assessing moment. Then he gave a small nod. Eric turned and walked back. "He'd like to speak with you." My throat instantly went dry. "M-Me?" He nodded. "Yes." I swallowed hard. Every instinct told me I was about to be questioned—scrutinized, weighed, and possibly found wanting. Straightening my shoulders, I forced my trembling legs to move and slowly walked toward the tw

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