"Good morning, everyone."
I did not change my expression. I returned to my office. In fact, the curiosity in me was about to overflow. I put down my bag and hurried to my desk to pick up today's copy of the entertainment news.
As I opened it and took a look, there were a few bold sentences printed on the surface.
'Former washed-up top actress and the king spotted meeting in private. Her return is just around the corner.'
The photo below was of Cindy and the male artist I had previously asked her to meet.
I looked at the news in my hand with satisfaction. Although the headline was too childish, I was satisfied with the enlarged
photo of the paparazzi, which took up a large part of the front page.
In the age of photos, this photo could say much more than words.
I was worried that Cindy would not feel the same joy I was feeling, so I wanted to go talk to her.
When I got to her office and just as I was about to knock on the door, I could faintly hear the sound of a fight coming from the office.
I went around to the door and saw that the door was closed. The curtains were closed inside too.
I could not help but stick my ears to the door to eavesdrop.
"Look at what the news has written about you! A washed-up female entertainer! She's clearly using you to squeeze the last remaining value out of you. She's going too far!"
This was Zedd's voice.
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