Winning My Ex-Crush

Jessy’s POV

“I actually have no problem at all with Kiara. I also don’t know why she’s so mean toward me. She was three years younger than me when she joined here as a junior.”

“I only knew when she first entered that many of my projects had been replaced by her. I didn’t retaliate or anything for that. I thought it was her chance. But the longer she stayed, the more hostile she became towards me and other models, especially after her films failed.”

Fenella told Alan everything as it was. I didn’t know why Kiara’s attitude was so annoying towards others, especially towards her. Fenella didn’t even try to reclaim everything Kiara took from her. I just tried my best to find new projects for her. Oh, poor girl.

“So, she was jealous of you?” Alan asked again.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

“Yes, I think so.” Fenella shrugged.

“Is that true, Jessy?” Alan asked me this time.

“Yes, that’s all true. Fenella didn’t protest at all when Kiara took over her project. In fact, I protested to Kiara’s agent and Ms. Lola, but they just said I should give her a chance. So, I looked for various new projects, even to Asia,” I said, then chuckled.

That trip to Asia was so memorable! I wonder if I can still contact my friend there.

“Very interesting,” Alan murmured as he watched Fenella.

“Well, I have to admit, Kiara actually has quite the potential. Her face is unique, and she’s very confident. I even thought she could be the next supermodel. Unfortunately, she’s very toxic,” Alan commented.

“I don’t want toxic people in my sacred office,” Alan said slowly again, as if emphasizing us.

“I thought you were also one of those toxic people who liked to mess around and argue with people. But it seems not. Right?” Alan asked, trying to confirm.

“Of course not. My reputation is quite good, and I try to be as nice to people as possible,” Fenella defended herself.

“Yes, I can see that. Sometimes, the higher the tree, the stronger the wind. I think one or two people hating you is normal. We can’t expect everyone to like us, right?” Alan chuckled.

Fenella and I could only nod and laugh along.

“Well, I’m very impressed with you today. I’m seriously considering you as the new face of Gene Model Management,” Alan said.

What? Did I hear it wrong? I held down the urge to squeal.

“Jessy, can you get Fenella’s portfolio for me to see? I also want you to explain in detail to me about Fenella’s projects, both those that have been done and those that Fenella hasn’t done yet.”

“Of course,” I replied enthusiastically. “I’ll get it right away.”

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“This was Fenella’s first Vogue magazine cover. Next were Vogue Italia and Vogue Japan. The most successful ones followed Vogue Brasil and Vogue China. They were very impressed with Fenella there,” I giggled happily.

“They’re fun to work with.” Fenella chuckled shyly.

Of course, I was happy. Alan appreciated all my and Fenella’s hard work. After I explained the portfolio in detail like this, I realized, oh, we had actually achieved a lot!

I wanted to be proud! I was very proud to have brought my model onto the world stage. She should have been included as a supermodel, but it seemed there were still achievements missing. Lately, the demand for Fenella has been declining. There are too many new models, too many talented competitors, and too little time for anti-aging treatments.

Damn, I remembered I hadn’t called my client for Fenella’s new project on skincare!

“Well, yes. We can offer it again to their executive editor. A five-year gap since her last appearance in Vogue U. S. is the ideal interval. We can showcase Fenella’s progress now,” Alan commented again.

“What about the latest editorial photos you mentioned earlier?” Alan asked.

“Oh, yes, of course. Let me get them from my desk. The printing just sent the photos yesterday,” I said.

I hurried back downstairs to retrieve the new prints from my desk. I remembered they were still in the envelope sent and hadn’t been put into the portfolio yet. Upon reaching the second floor, I noticed the office was quite deserted.

“Have people gone home?” I asked Liza, another agent, who was chewing on a piece of apple at her desk.

“Yes. They started leaving after you went upstairs with Fenella’s portfolio book,” Liza replied casually, glancing at her phone.

“Ah, you mean they realized Fenella was going to be chosen as the new face of Gene?” I chuckled loudly.

“Yes, of course. Besides, Kiara leaked that information when she left earlier,” Liza said.

“Oh, she’s such a damn big mouth!” I expressed my annoyance.

“Earlier, she came back to the office with eggs and threw them at the office door,” Liza recounted again, as if it weren’t a big deal.

“What?!” I quickly turned around to see the door that damn bitch had thrown eggs at.

“No need to bother, Jess. Silas already cleaned it up until it sparkled again.” Liza held me back with her voice.

“Really? Oh, thank goodness. Silas is indeed a very efficient and diligent office boy.” I breathed a long sigh of relief.

“I know. He deserves a bonus for cleaning up those eggs. They stink.” Liza creased her nose.

I took the envelope of prints from my desk. Before returning to the third floor, I peeked inside. There were ten 10R-sized photos, and they all looked good. I immediately turned around to go back up to the third floor.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps from the first floor. Someone was coming up to the second floor. When that person reached the second floor, we crossed paths at the top of the stairs.

“Hey, is the party over?”

Oh, God!

I felt like I heard a choir and the loud ringing of bells in my ears. The sunlight seemed to shine on the man, highlighting the sparkle of his crooked grin.