55 The womens fight is open. (1/2)
08:05am Los Angeles time
For her, what was supposed to be a morning like any other, suddenly became an unpleasant moment. Sitting quietly at the table, when Mary brought her what she wanted, her breakfast immediately turned into a nightmare. In front of a table filled with different dishes and jams of various varieties, Jessica meticulously reads a file on which is hung a photograph of a stunning young woman with light green eyes, whose long legs drive her crazy. Annoyed by the content of what she considers to be a filth, she throws it on the table, spilling several bottles that drip on the tablecloth.
”The bad little boy, I called him this morning at 7:00 a. m. New York time, to make sure I was sure I was the first to celebrate his birthday and he didn't tell me anything about his new agent. Now, in front of this woman's photograph, I understand the reason for his silence. It pains me to admit it, but this woman's face is sublime. She's tall, her body is perfect, yes, I already hate her. My Adam's taste in women is definitely quite good. Mary, have my plane prepared, I'm going back to New York immediately.”
Mary shakes her head. Her eyes expressing a certain anguish, have been observing the digital clock of the living room for some time and unlike usual, her smile is nowhere to be seen. When three tall and beautiful women in traditional Chinese costumes enter the room, she immediately lowers her head.
”Still at the table at this hour? You're pathetic, Jessica. To force me to come to your pitiful house, all to make sure your work is done properly. Ladies, take my daughter to her room and throw her in the shower.”
In the living room, where everyone keeps their heads down in front of Madam, Jessica throws her chair at the three women in traditional Chinese costume who are heading towards her and rushing towards her mother. ”Bitch, you set foot on my territory. I'm going to kill you today.”
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11:35am New York time
In a man's shop on 6th Avenue, Adam is shaking. He wants to shout in front of this display of filthy coloured shirts, full of patterns, silkscreened, covered with horizontal, vertical or even transverse stripes. Seeing him like this frozen, unable to move forward, a hand grabs his wrist and forces him to move forward. The hand leads him between two rays. Adam, is not well. These too many zebra stripes make him dizzy, his head more and more painful barely manages to keep him upright. He begs Armani to come to his rescue, but the god of costume did not hears him. As if to free himself, Adam screams in his mind. Useless, the anguish overwhelms him, fear terraces his courage, his repeated prayers stops and Adam, who now covers his eyes, kneels down. Prostrate on himself, in a foetal position, Adam enters his world. Like his old self, covered in sweat and trembling, he is now elsewhere. His body calms down, his tremors stop, but Adam doesn't get up.
A little shocked by Adam's vision victim of a huge anxiety attack caused by shirts, Scarlet, who shakes him while trying to bring him back to her, now knows that this kid is much more fragile than he looks. Unable to leave him here in plain sight, helped by two salesmen to whom she asked for help, Adam is quickly transported to the back shop. 20 minutes pass but nothing in Adam's closed attitude seems to be improving. Driving him to the hospital like this would be embarrassing. He is not a big star, but his fame, however thin it may be coupled with that of his girlfriend, would be enough to alert the most vile media. From this reflection, an idea comes to her. The chances to see this plan work are not guaranteed but at this point.... After searching the inside pocket of Adam's suit, she takes out his smartphone, no code, no digital or retinal recognition, she opens the directory. While browsing through the contact list, Scarlet notices that among the names listed, apart from his business contacts, Adam's friend list is empty. Socializing it will be an important job, she thinks for a moment, before pressing (call).
”This is Jessica Benson, who am I speaking to?”
Wouldn't that little miss look at her screen before she answered? Judging that there is more important for the moment, Scarlet shakes her head. ”Miss Benson, I'm Scarlet Pearce, Adam's agent. I.”
Jessica, who comes out of her shower where the 3 women in traditional Chinese costume threw her away shortly before, can easily remember at the photo of this woman whose physique left her amazed. This morning, something very rare happened, her anti-rival radar panicked and now hearing her sexy voice, she clenches her teeth. Faced with the one who, in addition for having been the valedictorian, was also the president of the student council for 2 consecutive years, her rage increases. Nevertheless, as she is used to, she does not let her continue her sentence.