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Work. Late nights. Stress.
A momentary stasis of recurring self-doubts and moodiness.
More work. More stress. Then the inevitable fatigue.
Tedious and numbing, but it was just his routine lately. After years of working in Hollywood, he was no stranger to the exhausting cycle now. Jenson breathed out a sigh. He knew early on that his jobs required more than a pretty face, a stroke of luck, big-name connections, some money and a bit of talent.
Acting was the easy part, actually...for him at least. But his career and professional duties didn't begin and end in front of the lens.
Sometimes he was the one behind the lens, busy working behind the scenes with the other top bosses. As one of Road to Valhalla's showrunners, his post-shooting days didn't mean all he had to do now was look good on came
×-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
× Prioritize his tasks. Done. Ease his workload. Check. Cook him dinner. Done. Join him for dinner and clean up. Also done. If he really had to travel to New York tomorrow by himself, she should check and prep his go bag and include sanitary toiletries. Rubbing alcohol. Gel sanitizer. Wipes. Soap. Face masks. A face shield. Like Kel said, "better safe than sorry". Jenson appeared physically fit on the outside, but he wasn't getting enough sleep lately. Work and stress-induced anxiety or something. The previous travel restrictions were getting a bit laxer now. Well, here in the US at least. Only 300 or so positive cases so far. Mostly in New York and here in California. Hot spots due to the population density in the main cities. Social distancing, masking up and hand hygiene protocols were still encouraged all over the country. In the big crowded cities, especially. Health experts had already concluded months ago that it was a serious flu-like epidemic and seemingly more cont
× Contingency plan. She heard too much. A lot of things she didn't need to know. Things that could ruin him and Darren. Their career. Their life. Everything. He could have stopped Darren from blurting out their secrets, but, too late. And Jessiah could've called the cops already. Dammit. Too risky. He needed to do something now. No time for procrastination or feigning optimism. Jenson swore in his head. He slid a pill into his pocket. Maintain control of the situation. Not let more shit hit the fan. A lot was at stake. Before rushing out the door, he glanced at Darren in the corner. The guy remained on the divan, clutching his phone, facing the wall while lying on his side, almost in a fetal position. Darren seemed sedated now. No longer crying. Or hysterically shouting things no one should hear a
× 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
×No surprises. No phone call. Nothing.Charmaine plainly ignored him and his quick rant via text. It'd been hours now. She didn't even care to return his calls or reply with a short message. Not even a single "OK".He was sure she read his message already. The green icon and "online" status on her email profile told him so. Like always, he and their relationship weren't a priority.He shouldn't have expected otherwise. Fine. He would just have to wait. As usual. It pissed him off beyond words, but his pride held him back.If she wanted to fix things, Charmaine would call him now to talk to him. If not, then he would have to move on and just figure out a way to make the breakup easier for both sides.Maybe she thought he only wanted to call off their engage
× "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
×"So, we're stuck here. Three days." Jessi sat on the edge of the desk and eyed her boss. "What now?"After giving a shrug in reply, Jenson reclined in his chair and kept his eyes focused on his phone. They both wore masks, still, although they were confident their lab test results would come back negative in an hour or so.Or they could be presymptomatic. Meaning, the virus could still be incubating, so they had to sit tight, observe and wait for any changes in their physical condition for the next few days.Staying here in his office for 72 hours straight wasn't an issue for her, but, obviously Jenson got pissed. He didn't want to be stuck here in LA all weekend just to quarantine himself with her. He had a scheduled work trip to New York, and he was the type of guy who didn't like sudden drastic changes to his plans or his routine.
× "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
× “Morning.” Jessi put on a smile as she watched the sweater-clad guy carrying the snoring little boy with remarkable ease. It didn't look like it was his first time holding a baby. “Morning,” Jenson greeted back with an ear-to-ear grin, almost whispering like her. While holding their sleeping son in his arms, he cautiously approached the front door, slightly swaying as if he was rocking the baby to sleep. Her smile grew wider. Her heart swelled. She almost got teary-eyed just looking at the two. First time seeing them together, but everything about it just felt innate. Just heartwarming. Reign didn't even budge when Jenson picked him up from the couch. The child was such a heavy-sleeper like her. His sister was the total opposite, though. Jenson stepped forward. “Ready to go?” “Yeah.” With Emerie in her arms, Jessi stepped closer to the father-and-son duo, keeping her voice down and her movements minimal, like Jenson. It was only nine in the morning. Reign fell asleep again mi
× Game over. White flag. The show's done.He already knew the things she did to hide her biggest secret from him and everyone else. Secrets, to be precise. But the optimist idealist in her just wouldn't give up.Perhaps she could still convince him it wasn't the whole truth. If she tried hard enough, her backup lie might just work. Then he would finally leave her alone, and he would no longer want to take her babies away.Emerie and Reign would stay with her and her parents, living with her until they grew up. No visitation spats. No lawyers. No custody battle. No fuss.“They're not yours. And I'm married.” Jessi showed off the ring on her left hand before turning her back to him, holding in the tears he need not see. “Please just go home.”Before he could say anything in response, she grabbed the door handle and rushed out of t
×Cry. Regret things. Blame herself. Recall the good and fun times. The memories they made. Feel sorry for him and herself. Regret how it ended. Then cry her eyes out all over again...The stupid cycle went on and on, keeping her locked up in her room, just depleting what's left of her will and energy. Then the the doorbell rang. The low-pitched, almost ominous noise echoed around the house. lt broke off the tense silence around her. But maybe it was just her who felt tense.That confident, determined look on his face just..."Shit." Why now? Why did he have to be here? How long had he been waiting out there? In the dark. By himself. And for what? For her to change her mind? When he rang the doorbell again, Jessi froze on the floor. Her mind switched back to full alert, her ragged breaths put on pause. The nerve-wracking thoughts in her foggy head wrenched tight knots of anxiety inside of her, making her forget about sleep and her exhaustion. Her face and nightdress both felt dam
×"Why didn't you tell me?""What for?" What for? Was the man serious? Jenson swore inwardly while gripping the phone, his breaths already ragged from the onslaught of lurid thoughts that consumed his attention. For hours, he had been waiting for the man to return his calls so they could talk. Discuss some longstanding glaring issues.It seemed his uncle simply didn't give a shit about anyone else's feelings. Not atypical for a man of his stature. But for something this serious and life-changing, everything about it should be an exception.Awkward silence filled the line before Magnus let out a long sigh on the other end, seeming tepid and inconvenienced by the subject altogether. "It's not my fault she didn't want a future with you. And still doesn't, apparently.""Because you told her to leave! And you made her sign a contract? The heck?" "No need to scream your guts out. I can hear you perfectly fine."Jenson kept his eyes shut and clenched his jaw, his breaths turning noisy, his
×- Jessiah (new) -"Sorry. I think you got the wrong number. Please stop texting and calling this number."Received 21:27Wrong number? Sorry wrong number?Seriously? That's the best she could do?Pure annoyance boomeranged in his aching head as he stared at the thin white letters on the screen, glaring at the steaming pile of bullshit he just read."You've gotta be kiddin' me..." Jenson muttered under his breath. He shook his head weakly, restraining himself from hurling the useless phone onto the ground till it split into pieces.For hours on end, he waited and waited. Not even a single text from her.Until now. And a stupid lie was all she had to say? After all this time?
× "You look like shit." "I feel like shit." Jenson sighed. "Nice hair." "Yeah? Used to call this rehab cut." Rehab cut. "Sounds kinda wrong." He made a face. "But also kinda funny." Jenson slid the glass door closed as he matched his friend's lackluster grin. Unlike the spacious dining room, this part of Dr. Rasmussen's house needed some bright lights. Some ventilation. But this mansion's interior and exterior design still rivaled the pages of famous architectural magazines. Seeming oblivious, Darren kept his old varsity jacket zipped and leaned against the thick column. He gripped and stared at his phone, the glowing screen highlighting frown lines and the bags under his eyes. "Still season break, anyway. Give it two months." "Sure." Jenson cleared his throat and stepped closer. No hint of booze, or anything worse. Good enough. And for a change, his friend looked like he should be wearing a tailored suit tonight like the other guests downstairs. The VIPs. "Dinner?" "Nah. I'm g
×"Charm, you home?""Hi, darling. No. In the office. How's your birthday?""Fine." Jenson sat still as he clasped the shiny fork next to the small chocolate cake. It was big enough for one person, though."Just 'fine'?" Charmaine repeated, giggling at his glum response. "Where are you? Home?""New York.""Really?""Yeah," he replied flatly. Despite his current feelings, Charmaine's calming voice soothed his bleary head, prompting his thoughts to delve into some good memories they'd made over the years.They'd kept in touch even after Charm left California. They didn't talk every day, but, more often and better than he expected. Even after everything.Her choice to leave Los Angeles upset and saddened him. Butgoing after her career goals obvious
× New York × Busy streets. Loud noises. Headache-inducing traffic. Dark skies. Smog all over. People everywhere. Some didn't even bother to wear face coverings. Just going about their day like nothing happened. The rush hour crowd already teemed the streets this early in the morning, reminding him of why he never liked New York. Los Angeles was also populated but at least he could breathe better there. Jenson scowled and kept his mask on as he walked into the empty restaurant. High ceiling. Covered windows. Gilded furniture. In the public dining area, wooden chairs remained upside down on the tables. The place didn't open until nine. But since he'd called in advance to book a reservation, the guard welcomed him in with a quick bow after checking his ID. "Good morning, Mr. Ross. Welcome." "Morning. Thanks." Jenson walked straight into the private dining room, where he would be waiting for someone who may or may not show up today. He had no more time to waste playing hide-and-seek. H
× The plane just took off. Roughly five minutes ago. Jenson scowled. He could only imagine how Jessi felt right now. The cab she'd paid for had driven her straight to the airport. No detours. For the past three hours while he stalked them, he didn't see anyone else with her. Not that he expected some random guy would pop up outside her apartment to kiss her goodbye, and then personally take her to the airport. As far as he knew, Jessi didn't have any close guy friends apart from him and Darren. Was she feeling okay? Sitting alone in her aisle? Did the management beef up their airport security this week? Did she have to get tested again? Masked up and wearing a new baseball cap, he looked one last time at the large screen displaying the flights today. Another boarding announcement chimed from the PA system. Jenson walked off. Before reaching the exit, he checked his phone again. No texts or calls. Not even a simple "bye". Or a half-meant "take care". She might be preoccupied. Or ju