The Charm of the Director

Paparazzi

Jessy came out the door. He has no activities today. If he was outside, he would quickly decide where his feet would go.

"Good day, Jessy. You look fresh this afternoon" said someone as Jessy walked out of the house.

Jessy lifted her face. He remembered the man who greeted him this morning. He was a paparazzi who helped him two days ago. Jessy smiled kindly. "Thank you for yesterday." he said as he walked.

"It's good to help you" he replied.

"What's your name?" ask Jessy back. He ignored the paparazzi that were about to approach.

"Jose" she exclaimed.

Jessy nodded and continued her steps. This afternoon he wanted to visit Mrs. Patties. He misses her so much. When he married, Mrs. Patty can't come to her show because they're caught in a storm. He was driven by his driver as usual. But he asked to be delivered only. His car started passing through Dean's apartment.

"Can you drop me off here?" ask Jessy

"Why?"

"I just want to enjoy his freedom no one will know who I am. No one's following us, is it?" ask Jessy. He saw the man looking back.

"It doesn't seem to exist" he said.

"Good, I want to stop in front. I want to walk." Jessy said.

"You can take care of yourself?"

"Why not? I'm a strong woman. I used to do everything myself before I married Dean."

The car stopped too. Jessy came out in relief. She's happy. Laundry Mrs. Patty was two blocks from where she was standing. He remembers when Dean asked him to meet at the apartment two days ago, he passed by this place. But due to the urgent circumstances, he was forced to go through it. For several years he worked at Mrs's. Patties. He used to walk this road when picking up dirty clothes from some customers who could not come straight to his place. Although heavy, but it will not be the present if not past the past.

He started walking through several shops. In the past, he just passed it. This time he should try it. He wanted to buy a big scoop of ice cream for him to eat with Mrs. Patty later. I went into the store to order.

"Give me a big scoop. I asked for vanilla, chocolate and a little wine" he said.

The seller took the ice Jessy asked for. If in the past, he only felt jealous to see people buying ice cream, this time he was proud to be able to buy it. After he finished paying, he started walking to get to the laundry immediately. I did not forget he was wearing his mask. He could see Mrs' laundry. Patty is one of the busiest places in the building. People go in and out to wash or take their clothes. Mrs. Patty was sitting in her chair. His face looks wrinkled. Also go inside.

"Did you miss me?" jessy asked a little whisper.

Mrs. Patty surprised. He stood up quickly. "Jessy!!"

He hugged tightly. He let go of his embrace. "Look at you now. You're a lot different. You're getting prettier after marrying that director. I didn't think you'd come here" he said loudly.

Jessy glanced left and right. "You're making a little fuss." whispered Jessy.

Mrs. Patty pulled Jessy's arm and walked into a room.

Jessy was sitting in the chair she used to sit in when she worked. He kept the ice cream basket on the table. He looked at Mrs. Patty who was invisible averted her eyes from earlier.

"Patty" he said seriously

Mrs. Patty sat in front of him. "What's the matter, baby?"

Jessy breathed. "I was so happy after I got married. I want to celebrate my happiness with you. You know, you're the only one who's been by my side since I've been in town. You kindly gave me a job. You don't need employees."

"I'm glad you're happy. Unfortunately I can't be at your important event." replied Mrs. Patties. Sometimes he stares at the basket Jessy keeps on the table.

Jessy smiled. "I bought you your favorite ice cream."

Both eyes Mrs. Patty grows. "really?"

Jessy heard some chatter outside. He looked at Mrs. Patties. "It seems you're busy."

"I was busy. After you left, I wasn't looking for a new employee."

Jessy kept her bag on the table. He opened his cardigan. Then he folded his shirt hands up. "Then let me help you this time" he said.

"I can't afford to pay you. You've become an artist. What if the reporters see it?"

"You know who I am? I am a woman who is not afraid of anything." she said.

"alright. I'll pay you with lunch. How's it?"

Jessy nodded happily. "I just happen to not have lunch yet."

Washing clothes, eating ice cream and lunch menus that he always ordered long ago made him happy. He now sits between several shops. I don't know where else he'll go for a walk. He stared at the branded goods stores. Now he can buy one of them. That morning while they were in the apartment, Dean said he had sent some money to his account. And he realized that when he checked his savings book, Dean sent him some money at his request when he agreed to the marriage.

If she went to her husband's management, what would happen? They should still be on their honeymoon. But because of work, Dean was forced to go back and forth to his management office. He never asked about his work as a director. He wouldn't bother Dean's attention at this time. Moreover, Dean once said that his latest film will highlight his attention more.

"Your wife's latest photo this afternoon" Harris said as she met Dean at her management rooftop.

Dean pulled out his phone. Jessy came out of the house alone. He smiled at the paparazzi. They look close.

"I hope your wife should be able to keep her distance from any paparazzi. Remember, they earn money only from the news and photos they get." Harris threatened.

"I'll talk to him later" Dean said.

Harris walked away from him. Jessy should be able to put herself in. Now she's no ordinary woman because Dean's next to her. Whatever he does will be news. Any scandal would not be justified if he did so before the film began. He'll leave this matter to Dean because he has no right to interfere in his affairs. It just reminds.

While walking in the lobby, he heard the voice of someone he knew. He turned to see who was talking to the receptionist.

"You don't know if I'm Dean's wife?" ask Jessy angry

"Many say the same thing. But rules are rules. We can't let you in."

Jessy's upset. He kept one of his hands on the reception desk. Sadly, some time ago he got a blitz shot from a paparazzi waiting at his house, but no one knew him. He's not crazy. It's just, he really wanted to see Dean here. After meeting him, he will go home.

"Jessy!" call Harris.

Jessy. A man with a slightly mushy body stood behind him. He remembered who that man was. He smiles.

"Maybe it's the second time we've met" Harris said.

"Yes, I remember. You've always been by Dean's side." Jessy replied happily.

"Do you want to see Dean?"

"Yes, I happened to go this way. It wouldn't hurt if I came to see Dean for a while" Jessy replied.

Harris approached. "Are there any paparazzi following you?"

Jessy shook her head. "I've walked through 3 blocks. I didn't find anyone following me."

Harris was relieved. "Goodoo. You want to see Dean?"

"Yes. Is he here?"

"You can go upstairs. Your husband's on the rooftop. There is a large park" Harris said.

Jessy was happy to hear that. He looked at the receptionist for a moment and smiled cynically. How dare they not know him. Take the elevator to get to the top floor. Maybe because it is still working hours, the atmosphere is a little quiet. Rarely do people pass by.

The elevator reached the top floor. There's a door in front of him. He's speechless. Then he opened the door. He could see Dean there sitting in the garden chair staring ahead. His hand held a cigarette that he had already inhaled. There's still smoke in there. During their marriage, this was the first time he had seen Dean smoke. Is something happening to her?

Jessy walked slowly until she was behind Dean. He hugged Dean from behind.

Dean pulled the arm violently. "Hey! Who the hell?" tanyanya angry.

Jessy staggered as Dean's hand released her arm. He almost fell down if he could not bear the weight of his body.

" It's me Dean." call Jessy.

Dean was just surprised. He stood up quickly and held his arm. "Jessy! What are you doing here?"

"I'm sorry, Dean. I was going around. I'm reminded of you. So I decided to stop by."

"You don't have to come here anymore" Dean said.

Jessy lowered. "I'm sorry. I'd better go home. I don't want to bother you."

Dean's approaching. " Don't say it like that. I just don't want you to come here. Here everyone works. Including me." he said while holding his hand.

"I understand. I'm sorry." said Jessy.

"It's okay. Let's sit down first." Dean holds Jessy's hand and pulls her to sit on the park chair.

Dean's reasoning was well-founded. When he works, he does not want to be disturbed by anyone including himself. He sighed. Its existence is only limited at home. He doesn't want to think about anything else. He will try to introspect his mistakes. If Dean doesn't want his job interrupted, he'll follow.