JESSICA:
She's at her desk when Dash resurfaced from his office hours later and gestured towards her. They were leaving. He wanted her to pack the necessary for the brainstorming they were about to embark on. Jessica did as he had requested.
She took the files he needed and followed him out and into the night. His strides were fast, and she had to keep up. This was official. She was this man's assistant, and she had to do a damn good job on it.
Tommy, Roderick and Mary had all called earlier and had dropped their condolences. The entire gang was waiting to see her and how she was doing, but instead of mourning, Jessica was hot on the tail of some hotshot CEO. Her feet walked because she needed the money and she'd laugh or sing like a clown if that was a requirement to getting it.
