The Charm of the Director

Episodes 10

Jessy woke up with her eyes still sleepy. He looked around the room. It takes time to remember what happened today. Ah. he remembers now. This morning he had just come from this place to pick up dirty clothes. Now he's there because he's working together for something he thinks is ridiculous. Why was he in the man's room?

He hit his head. His nature has gone too far this time. How could he not remember anything while asleep? He looked back at the sekelili. An ordinary room for a famous director like Dean. He did not expect to deal with the number one man behind the success of the Death film. He thought for a moment. He can't take money from Dean. He just wants freedom. Freedom from Dean and the man who opposes him. He wants to live a normal life.

Jessy got out of the most comfortable bed she had ever been in. If only he had such a comfortable bed. He touched the sprey and blanket slowly. He was sure that the man would not mind whatever the price was. She tidied up her dress for a moment. He should change his clothes immediately. But where are the clothes he was wearing this afternoon? Too much thinking makes his brain weak. He slipped out of that room. His steps are a little staggered. Darkened. He can't see anything. He walked slowly to the exit.

"Why are you awake?" Dean's question surprised Jessy.

Jessy turned around and saw the man had opened his suit. His shirt buttons had been removed in half so he could see the smooth skin underneath. His right hand was holding a glass filled with cold drinks. He closed his eyes. Tonight's temptation is not just from the man's charm, his voice is a little hoarse because the drink makes Jessy stiff. He had never been with a man all this time. Moreover, this time he had to get in touch with the man for an entire day. He shook his head. He could still feel how hot the woman's slap was on his cheek. He touched her slowly while looking at the man in front of her with a huge feeling of hatred.

"I have to go home" he said quickly.

Dean keeps his drink and walks over to Jessy. "Rest inside. Come on, Jessy, I feel guilty for bringing you into my trouble."

"I've been asleep for a long time" he said, looking at the wall clock. He was a little surprised to see the wall clock showing at 1 a.m. He's been asleep for three hours. He didn't realize it.

"Three hours. You're pretty strong as it turns out.." seduced Dean with a smile.

"I don't care how many hours I've been asleep. I have to go home now." replied Jessy quickly.

Dean held Jessy's arm. "Don't do it, Jessy. I feel guilty about what happened tonight. I want to let you rest here for a while. I want to treat your wounds."

Jessy looked at Dean and let go of his hand "Okay, but I'll rest here" Jessy said, pointing at the sofa in front of her.

"alright. You sit on the couch while I carry the p3k." replied Dean happily.

Jessy was sitting on the sofa staring at the whole room. When Dean approached him with a p3k box, he grabbed it.

"I'll help you." Dean sat next to Jessy.

Jessy's a little away. "No thanks."

Dean immediately stood up from his seat and returned to the room. He returned with a stationery. Then he sat down and wrote something. Jessy was unconscious for a moment.  Dean kept a piece of paper right in front of him.

"What's this?" ask Jessy confused.

"This is your payment I promised." replied Dean

Jessy's getting uncomfortable being there. He took the paper and looked at it for a moment. Two hundred grand?

Jessy got up from her seat before treating her wound. He hated everything that started with money. The man's apology in front of him was a check worth two hundred thousand dollars. While his personal life began tomorrow morning has begun to spread. Where is his pride?  "I have to go home, Dean. I'm sorry." he said seriously

Dean pulls Jessy's arm. "If you insist on going home, let me drive you." Urge Dean.

Sighing, Jessy muttered. "No.."

"Why?" Dean asked disappointed

Jessy sighing. "Why? Of course because I don't want my personal life to be known to you. I hate you, Dean! My life will not be the same anymore. I don't know where your brain is stored? You purposely brought me to your troubles. I didn't know you before. And I don't want to know you anymore. I don't want to see you again.  So I beg you not to look for me to help with your rotten plan!" jessy exclaimed as she walked out. He closed the door tightly.

"Jess.." whispered Dean.

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The atmosphere of the photo shoot set for a famous magazine theme in Paris looks so crowded. The stylish models are as beautiful as possible in front of the camera. It is not wrong that Paris brought out many talented models. The world's fashion center is in Paris.

Isabella Jonas's. A woman who was a little old but still beautiful charmed it seemed to enjoy the photo shoot. Her photographer is none other than her own husband. Jonas Jr's. No one does not know each step of the two of them. Both are widely known. Almost half of their lives are done in this business. Great appreciation is not only from the perpetrators of entertainment, the world community has known their great steps. Every shot of Jonas is rewarded fantastically. Not only is the style of the photo preferred, but the artistic value is always felt in every photo Jonas.

Isabella opened the newspaper she had just bought. He looked at the English newspaper carefully. That was the exact newspaper a week ago. He read every page. When he saw the gossip column, he smiled at the new pair of people he knew. He had only seen her for the first time when he was about to make a column about a young director.

"What's the matter, baby?" jonas asked when he saw his wife smiling to herself.

"Look. This young man has a new partner. We haven't seen him in a long time." Answer Isabella. Jonas glanced at him.

"Last time you interviewed her, didn't you? Where I look. Is she a model or an actress?"

Isabella handed the newspaper to her husband.

Jonas frowned. "I think I've seen this girl." Isabella looked at her husband. "really? Is it a model?"

"I'm not sure." replied Jonas.

"Does that kid still remember us?"ask Isabella

"I don't know."

A few years ago, Jonas and Isabella met Dean for a magazine. Jonas acts as a photographer and Isabella as a reporter for the magazine. Their relationship was very good because Dean was not yet the famous director he is today. He was interviewed for being the youngest director to receive attention in Europe. He has made a short but meaningful film contained in it.