5 months later.
The atmosphere at John F. Kennedy International Airport, New York looks so crowded. No wonder because every day the airport is always crowded with foreign and domestic tourists. Not to forget a beautiful woman who just came out of the arrivals door while pushing her suitcase in such an elegant style. Don't forget the black glasses that are perched on her face, making her look like a model walking on the catwalk.
"Marsha!"
The scream of a man standing behind the black line made Marsha stop her steps for a moment, then walked back to the man.
"Woah, look at yourself! I barely even recognized you. You're so amazing, Marsha!" he said with great enthusiasm.
"You're exaggerating, Hans," Marsha replied while laughing amused seeing the exaggerated expression shown by her manager.
"I'm not lying. You look better than ever. You're even slimmer and taller. You're ready to fill a position in that giant company." He said with a smile that never faded.
Hans was too happy to see the change in Marsha. Marsha who used to look a little shorter than him now matched his height. Even Marsha looks more stunning than before. The woman changed to the max!
Marsha laughed loudly at that. "Of course. I'll charm them so they can't just let me go. You know, I'm not the Marsha I used to be. I'll be more careful with my new life." she said who had now seated herself in Hans' car.
Yes, they talked as they walked to the man's car.
"You must. I'll warn you more this time too. You mustn't waste your run for these 5 months Marsh or you will have to run again." Hans said with a serious look. Don't want Marsha to think it's just bragging.
"I won't run anymore. Now it's over and my career in that giant company will fix my name."
Hans smiled again to see Marsha also smiling happily. He didn't expect the woman to return to New York and restart her career as an artist. Even Marsha, who used to be stunning and received a lot of attention, has now become more than stunning. This woman is incredibly beautiful! Maybe Hans would have fallen in love at first sight when he saw Marsha come out of the airport arrivals gate if he didn't remember that Marsha was the artist. He also knows his limits.
"So, tomorrow i'll start my work?" she asked Hans who looked busy with the road in front of him.
"Not yet. Tomorrow you still have to check your schedule and match it with them." Hans replied.
"Is it necessary? You know this is my first job, i don't have any other job than being an advertisement star in that company." Marsha reminded him.
"I know, but they just said like that," he said casually.
Marsha just nodded her head in agreement. At least she is free to determine her working days. It seemed like Marsha couldn't wait to be in front of the camera again, so she wanted to skip tomorrow and start shooting. Marsha smiled at the memory.
"Oh yes!"
"What is it?"
"You should also do an interview," he says telling remembering he forgot that one thing before.
Marsha frowned in surprise. Why should she do the interview? Do they want to interrogate her? Marsha sensed that something was wrong with all of this.
"I don't think i need it, Hans. I was just doing a photo shoot and i'm also not an artist yesterday afternoon," said Marsha sounding disapproving.
"Just do it even though i'm sure it's pointless as they will still use you."
"Then why am i doing the interview? Doesn't that sound...weird?" it's surprising that she still doesn't understand.
Hans shrugged nonchalantly. "They said like that, it means you had to do it."
"You didn't ask them?"
"I asked because it sounded strange, but they said the boss they called the CEO wanted you to do your interview tomorrow morning," Hans answered while glancing at Marsha next to him with a glance.
Marsha sighed for some reason. She felt like something was strange. Everything felt like it had been arranged and for some reason, she had a bad feeling about this.
***
The sound of knocking on the table could be heard in every corner of the large room. The man's index finger tapped on his desk while looking at his watch which seemed to be running slowly, but it wasn't. Until a knock on the door that came from outside his office door made him immediately turn around and invite the person to enter.
"Excuse me, sir. I want to deliver this," she said who had walked over to his boss.
"Did Troy give it to you?" Alland asked looking at his secretary curiously.
"Yes, sir. Mr.Troy gave it to me, but he can't stay long because he has to do something." replied the secretary.
Alland only answered with a nod of his head, then told Tiffany to leave his workspace. Alland had been waiting for the document file he had always been waiting for. Five months ago he told Troy to find a woman he had an ONS relationship with him. It wouldn't be a problem for him if he wasn't left alone. So like it or not, Alland had to find that woman d yesterday Alland just learned of the fact that Troy had found the woman.
From what Troy said, the woman's name was Marsha. The artist who was reportedly involved in a scandal with a director from her agency and made Alland assume that the woman came to the nightclub to satisfy her desires, can be seen from the way the woman shouted at him.
Poor woman, involved in a scandal in the middle of her rising career. Especially considering that woman loves a man who might betray her. It had fallen on the cold floor, on the stairs as well. That was the proper expression for that woman.
Alland wasted no more time. He opened the brown envelope with several sheets of paper inside. He also looked at the top of the paper, reading and examining it carefully.
"So, her name is Marsha Charlotte? Five years younger than me. Interesting." he muttered which then read further the biodata of the woman named Marsha.
Alland's brows furrowed when he saw the biodata of the two women's parents. Is that possible? Or he always assumed that most artists were born from rich families.
"Martin Charlotte? An old retired man who used to work at Cotte Restaurant. Isn't that the most expensive restaurant with luxury in every infrastructure?" again, Alland mumbled reading the bio.
Then he nodded reading that the old man worked as a chef there and that was a few years ago because the old man had retired. Alland nodded in understanding. The woman may have become an artist because she has to support her old father without her mother. Because of what Alland saw, the woman's mother was gone.
A smile was engraved on Alland's red lips.
"See you tomorrow, Marsha."
***