Dominant Woman Looking for Love - Chapter 22：Maniacal laughter.

Without looking back, I start walking towards the entrance of the apartment building.

As soon as I hear the car drive away, I turn around and watch until I could no longer see the limousine.

The smile I initially had has since faded, and it’s now replaced with a neutral expression.

While I was a little rough back there with him at one point, it still wasn’t enough to convince me that Jett wouldn’t freak out once he gets to know me even more.

In the end, this isn’t just about sex. Everyone knows that having good sexual affinity is but only one advantage to having a successful relationship.

It’s also about our compatibility in many other aspects of our lives.

However, it’d be silly of me to worry about that now since it’s something I’ll figure out eventually the more we spend time together.

So what if I feel anxious? I’ll have to carry this feeling with me and continue what I’ve started with him.

I sigh and make my way to the entrance.

I’ll be turning in early tonight as I feel exhausted from everything.

* * * * *

It’s been about a week or so since then, and in some ways, I am relieved that we were way too busy to have a serious talk about what happened between us.

I did need some space myself to process everything.

Of course, it’s not like I’ve gone out of my way to avoid him.

Both of our schedules have been so packed that it’s almost hard to breathe.

When we FINALLY do get a break, we’re just too tired, and all we want to do is go home and sleep.

Wake up and come back to work again. Rinse and repeat.

We need to hang on until we reach a bit of a lull. I’m just hoping that neither of us collapses before then.

Aside from managing Charles Boet, I am also assigned another female client, so it’s been quite hectic for me.

The entertainment scene here in Uiso is different from that to Laratié.

I ended up having to work harder than usual to establish a rapport with everyone who is considered important.

The biggest thing here is that Mr. Boet and the other female celebrity have entirely different needs.

Charles is an idol, whereas the other one’s a comedian.

My only solace is that at least the female comedian’s already established. Still, I’ve got my hands full just trying to re-familiarize everything again and take over someone else’s work.

Her manager, unfortunately, had a family emergency and the situation’s so dire that they had to quit the company.

This happened so suddenly, and no one else was willing to take her in even with all the established contacts and pre-determined projects she has in line.

It’s just too big a responsibility, and a lot of money is involved, so everyone else’s too timid to take a risk.

Jett has been accompanying me to all the meetings that had people he knew, which was around 73% of them, which is impressive considering what I’ve mentioned earlier.

That sly CEO is lucky as heck for having him as one of her top managers. I sigh and shake my head. Honey will most likely be laughing all the way to the bank starting this year.

Just as I thought that today had reached its peak, I receive a call from Big Red Studios. My brow arches, and I wonder what they want.

I answer the call and say, “Hello. It’s Ms. Raley speaking.”

“Hi! I’m Mr. Celo from Big Red Studios. How are you doing today?”

“I’m good. What about you?”

Mr. Celo, who seems to be in a jovial mood, chuckles, “Good, good. We saw each other about a day or so ago, and Mr. Harland told me it’s best to redirect all inquiries that involve Mr. Boet and Mr. Hille to you for the time being, hence this call.”

He continues, “We’re interested in having Mr. Boet and Mr. Hille on our variety show called, ‘I challenge you!’ where we have 2 teams with 2 people each who compete in random games.”

“The winner takes home the $100,000 cash prize. The losers will treat the winning team to a meal as well, at the studio’s expense of course, but we won’t tell the audience that. Though…”

‘Though…?’ I’m not sure if I like the sound of that.

“There’s one more thing… we’d also like Ms. Raley and Mr. Harland to join them as well.”

WHAT?! Why the hell…? “U-Uhm, excuse me for being rude, but why the heck would you want their managers in the show as well?”

Wait… don’t tell me…?

As if in slight disappointment, Mr. Celo replies, “Tsk. Tsk. Ms. Raley, we’d do anything to get Mr. Harland to be in the show too!”

He excitedly expounds, “What better way than to make it perhaps a game between managers vs. their clients or even manager-client vs. manager-client?!”

“It’s going to be a ton of fun! People will love it! No one will ever complain about seeing Mr. Harland again, even if it’s in a variety show! The ratings will be through the roof!” All I can hear now from the other line is something akin to maniacal laughter.

My face darkens and my eyes turn into slits. I want to punch the person who gave them this idea. I rub my temples as I feel a headache’s coming on soon.

Mr. Celo continues trying to convince me and gives us the slot schedule. Once he’s done giving me all the other details, I inform him that I’ll be calling back with our decision.

Oy vey.