Boss's Sweet Secretary

At Joy Group.

Before getting off work in the afternoon, one of the artists on the live broadcast platform of the network was involved in a scandal and had been arrested. The internet celebrity management team, the publicity department and the public relations department had to work overtime.

Taking the lead, Hans held a three-hour meeting in the conference room to discuss countermeasures.

Jennifer sent in refreshments several times and on her last trip out, she was yawning uncontrollably.

Rose came back after having supper, looking very energetic.

"All right, you just recovered recently. I'll work tonight. You go back first."

Jennifer didn't refuse. She put down the teapot and yawned. "Then I'll go first. Half an hour later, if the meeting hasn't finished, you can send in some refreshments again. There are some other things too, just follow James's order."

"Today is not my first day as a secretary, I know what to do. Just leave, you don't get paid for overtime anyway."

Under Rose's urging, Jennifer packed up her things and walked out worriedly.

It was already late at night, but the business district was still brightly lit. Many buildings were filled with people who were working late like Joy Group. Some would even stay up all night. This was the competitive pressure in the city and also the source of all the vitality.

She was wearing a black skirt and a grey thin coat, walking toward the station for the night bus. They had just entered winter in early November and the weather had cooled down. Before she even reached the bus station, she had already sneezed several times.

"Achoo..."

On her sixth sneeze, an inconspicuous white SUV slowly pulled up next to her.

Jennifer was slightly stunned and instinctively gave way to the car.

A man in a blue casual suit walked out of the car. He had an earring on his right ear, which made him look a little feminine. He walked straight towards Jennifer. "Miss Hunter, right? Do you have time now? I need to talk to you."

Jennifer froze for a moment. Looking at the familiar face, she asked in confusion,

"Do I know you?"

The man stood straight and smiled politely.

"I'm... Jackson's agent. You can call me Bastain."

Hearing Jackson's name, Jennifer frowned and said in an unfriendly tone,

"What do you want?"

"Don't get me wrong. I just want to explain to you what happened in the afternoon. It won't take too much time. Just ten minutes..." Seeing Jennifer's cold expression, Bastain pursed his lips and stretched out his hand. "Just five minutes? We can talk in the car and we will send you back..."

Jennifer glanced at the SUV and there was an impatient look on her face. "Is he also in the car?"

Bastain had strange look on his face.

"Yes... Jackson..."

After getting in the car, Jennifer finally knew why Bastain had such a strange expression.

The spacious SUV was filled with the strong smell of alcohol. Jackson was lying on the back seat, looking unconscious. There was an IV bottle hanging beside him on the hanger.

"What happened to him?"

Jennifer's face tightened.

Bastain closed the door and said helplessly,

"He... was in a bad mood when he came back in the afternoon. When I went into his room in the evening, I saw that he was unconscious. I didn't send him to the hospital because I was afraid of alerting the reporters, so I asked a doctor I knew to give him an IV in the car."

Jennifer frowned and looked at the man lying in the back seat. His appearance was delicate and pretty, and she could vaguely see traces of his innocence between his eyes. The edges of his face covered up his youthful tenderness and he looked hardened. At this moment, this world-famous superstar was drunk and unconscious in this narrow space.

"You're looking for me because of this?"

"He drank too much and kept calling your name. I have no choice. I also want to explain to you about what happened in the afternoon. Jackson didn't know about the reporters, did it. I didn't think this through. He really just wanted to buy your lunch. He was afraid that you wouldn't come and suspect that he had ulterior motives, so he contacted your colleague first."

Bastain's words were like a needle pricking Jennifer's heart. She felt the pain, but it was bearable. There were two voices in her head. One was telling her to leave heartlessly. She had nothing to do with either Jackson or Desmond anymore, she should stay out of trouble.

But the other voice was telling her that it was her responsibility to guide him to let go of his guilt. On the surface, it seemed that she was hurt the most, but it was Jackson who bore most of the psychological pressure.

He had broken off ties with the Whitney Family and changed his name. Over the years, he had been working alone abroad to reach his current status. He went from a pampered young master to a singer who would sing at bars for several hundred dollars.

If it weren't for her, his life would have been smooth sailing.

"Miss Hunter, look, I've explained everything. If you still don't believe me, I can call the reporters who took photos this afternoon and confront him..."

"There's no need." Jennifer's gaze fell on Jackson's face.

"When he wakes up, if he has time, you can tell him to call me. I'll find time to talk to him about whatever he wants."

Bastain looked happy. "Great! I'll send you back now."

Jennifer was about to refuse when she suddenly remembered it was late at night and she would have to wait for a long time for the bus. So she didn't refuse anymore.

It was not a long journey. Jennifer sat beside Jackson and heard him muttering something. She vaguely heard the words "Jennifer" and some mumbles like "theatre".

"Jennifer, wait for me..."

He tossed and turned, suddenly holding her hand. Jennifer was so shocked that she hurriedly held his wrist, fearing that the needle would penetrate through his blood vessels. Bastain knowingly turned away his head to not look at them. There was tension in the car.

Jennifer's brows were tightly knitted. In the end, she didn't pull out her hand. She held his wrist and brushed his messy fringe away. His hair was blue, probably for the dramatic effect on stage. It felt unreal when she touched it.

Just like him, she felt unreal when he suddenly returned as Jackson, the superstar.

"Jackson, do you know that there is no one in the world who should wait for someone without moving forward, let alone for ten years. Ten years is enough to change the world." Jennifer thought.

Ten years ago, there was a fad of studying abroad. Jackson's mother's words were still vivid in her mind.

"Jackson is destined to go abroad to study. Whether it's now or in the future, you are just a burden for him. Can you afford to go abroad? You can't."

Yes, she couldn't. Ten years ago, her

father had just passed away. She and Stephanie depended on each other for survival. Although they weren't destitute, all the money they had was invested in Stephanie's precarious business at that time. She couldn't leave the family's mess behind and not do anything.

Although she couldn't help, at least she could keep her mother

company.

After she learnt that Jackson was going abroad, she skipped class the night before he left.