Still With Me Jessica Cunsolo Novels & Stories

The assistant asked again. Adela dropped the cigarette ashes. "Help me contact Mr. Smith." "Okay." Adela's assistant turned to make a phone call and caught a glimpse of the figure at the door, calling out in surprise, "Who is it?" Jessica cleared her throat, "It's me." She pushed the door and walked in. Adela looked up and saw that it was Jessica, her eyes turning dark. Seeing Jessica staring at the cigarette in her hand, she smiled casually, "I didn't smoke before, but now I think it's good."

**David’s POV** I watch as the hospital room transforms into an impromptu courtroom, the stark white walls and medical equipment serving as a somber backdrop for Jessica's confession. She's propped up in her hospital bed, a shadow of her former self, her movement limited and her speech slightly slurred from the stroke. Yet, there's a clarity in her eyes that suggests she's fully aware of the gravity of her words. Jessica: (voice weak but clear) It started when I returned to the US to manage my father's shares at the hospital. Michael was my obsession and my gateway back into power, but he kept secrets. I knew he was hiding something... or someone.

Her name tag read Jessica. "We have a consultation scheduled," Calloway said smoothly. "Dr. Chen. 9:15." Jessica glanced at her computer, frowned. "I don't see any—" Calloway slid an envelope across the counter. Thick. Heavy. The universal language of don't ask questions.

His Jessica was the sunshine of his life. Susan watched their meaningful glances and became more convinced of her thoughts. She swallowed and said, "Jessica, you were the female lead in that melodrama LN International Media leaked, right?" Jessica smiled and nodded. Susan felt a bit dizzy. "Then... then, that child is?" She found it difficult to speak... "Our son." Jessica smiled. Susan's eye twitched. This woman was truly a seasoned actress, so good at pretending. The shareholders' meeting continued...

“But I’ll figure something out. Even if I don’t fix all the problems, I at least want to stabilize the Pack before handing it to someone else.” Jessica smiled proudly. “If there’s anything you need like information, or even gossip on other Packs, just let me know and I’ll deliver.” Jessica was a journalist who worked with our Pack's biggest news outlet. Naturally, she was very good at acquiring information, even about other Packs so it was actually really a blessing to have her on my side. “Thanks again, Jess.” “Don’t mention it. What are friends for?” She returned with a playful wink. “By the way,” she continued, shifting closer, “how are you preparing?”

"Miss, we need to get out of here quickly before the reporters..." "Ahh! ....Yes! They must be his family! Yes! Great! This is great news! It doesn't matter that my cheek hurts, but what matters is that I hit the amazing Jackpot! I can relax now! Ahh! .... I'm going to eat a lot! Let's eat!" said Jessica while pulling her assistant. "What, miss? Eat?" the assistant looked at her confused. "Yes, I don't want to diet today! This day must be celebrated! Finally...Allan can be mine forever! Hahaha...."

"See? You understand." "I understand perfectly." The laughter eventually faded, then silence returned. Jessica spoke again. "You know what's strange?" Cassienne turned toward her. "What?" Jessica looked toward the office window. "Watching everyone move forward." Her voice was low, more vulnerable. "Dreston and you." She counted on her fingers. "Corren and Aurora." She kept counting. "Nora and her boyfriend." Then she lowered her hand. "And I'm just..." She stopped.

Jessica smiled. “Yes, I just graduated and am working at Unicons Corporation. I am working as an assistant to the deputy general director Venn.” Lisa took the opportunity to introduce her abilities. “Oh, I remember, that day, I saw you sitting in Kevin's car in front of the gate of Sunset restaurant. That girl is you, right?” Lisa nodded to confirm. Her heart felt like it was about to jump out because she didn't expect that after only meeting her once, Jessica remembered her face.

Shannon said without moving her body. Jessica hummed, closed her eyes, and called toward the door that her eyes hurt. She coquettishly acted spoiled without a care in the world, something she had never done before—not even when it was only the two of them. Chris resignedly came up behind Jessica and naturally placed his hands on her temples, though his gaze went to the computer screen. “By the way, your cousin’s engagement banquet with Joelyn was this weekend; remember to keep the date free,” Jessica reminded Chris.

“Jessica, a matchmaker blood doesn’t run through my veins, so don’t ask me to do things like that. Why don’t you ask him yourself? You’ve met him in person, haven’t you? You two were even exchanging the sweetest smiles.” “I just happened to ride the elevator with him. How would I know if we’ll meet again? So keep an eye out for Jerome Hernandez, okay? And don’t you dare forget to ask for that jersey. Bye!” Jessica ended the call quickly, not waiting for the inevitable complaint from the person on the other end. “Mylene!” she called to her staff. “Yes, Ma’am!” The secretary quickly went up to her office. “Call Mr. Sanchez of Just! Magazine. Tell him I agree to an interview and we’ll just let