Billionaire's second love

A love letter lay before Jessieca. Genuine emotions and youthful passion filled every carefully crafted word. Not a single mistake or blemish marred the page, testament to the author's deep feelings and effort. Unspoken words found voice through writing, meant for the intended recipient. Her fingertip traced the smooth paper, coming to rest on the signature in the bottom right corner. There, in stark contrast, a bold, flamboyant "Levine" set the final tone for this declaration of love. Her finger lingered on that "Levine" for a moment. After staring expressionlessly for a while, she finally closed the letter and put it away. As she had done many times before, she placed this cherished love letter deep inside her safe. In that final moment before letting go, she couldn't help but snort softly. No longer handling it reverently, she carelessly tossed it into the back of the safe. The envelope's corner struck the metal with a muffled thud. Then the door closed, concealing everything within. --- Once, Jessieca had treasured a love letter - one Albert had given her years ago. But she never imagined it wasn't meant for her at all. It was a letter casually handed to her after being rejected by its true intended recipient - A second-hand love letter. --- Meeting Room 3, AG Entertainment Company. "We really wanted to work with you, but the timing just doesn't work out. Little Tian's variety show starts filming soon. We've signed the contract, and he flies to New York this afternoon to meet the crew. We'll have to find another opportunity in the future. We're truly sorry..." The manager of Male #3 apologized profusely, smiling ingratiatingly. But no matter how nicely she phrased it, one fact remained clear - they'd been stood up. Director Louis crossed her arms, scowling unhappily. It sounded nice, as if they hadn't secretly signed with the variety show days ago. While their pay wasn't high, it was still average for the industry, far better than exploitative variety show wages. But to each their own. They clearly aimed for bigger opportunities, even if it meant paying out of pocket. Tension filled the room. Louis didn't respond, so the manager turned to Jessica, who intently focused on her phone. As screenwriter and key investor, she seemed much calmer, as if Male #3 dropping out wasn't a concern, even though it left a gaping hole in their schedule. Louis finally spoke up, "Screenwriter Jessica, any thoughts?" Jessica slowly looked up, her clear eyes somewhat indifferent as she replied, "If it doesn't work out, we'll find someone else. The industry's big enough, there's bound to be someone available." "Just remember to sign contracts next time. At least then we'd get compensation for being stood up." The manager's smile faltered at the jab, though her expression remained strained. After all, Jessica extended an olive branch when their artist was struggling. While backing out wasn't honorable, the opportunity from a well-known TV station's variety show was on a different level compared to an unknown production team and web series with uncertain release. Even an i***t would know which to choose - less money now, but better future prospects. "Screenwriter Jessica is joking," the manager said. "Don't worry, our company has many other artists. You're welcome to choose anyone you like. I'm sure you'll find someone suitable." Louis's face darkened at those words. As a small production, they had to stretch every penny. Male #3 had been carefully selected as the most cost-effective option after extensive searching. Starting over would waste so much time and energy! The two parties parted ways unhappily. The manager hurried out to take care of other business. Louis nudged Jessica, still staring at her phone, to discuss next steps. "What are you looking at so intently? Hey, if it doesn't affect the plot, can we change Male #3's background setting a bit? Good-looking mixed-race actors are really hard to find. We searched for so long before finding one that fit. If that jerk messes up my filming schedule, I'll be furious!" "Sixteen now," Jessica suddenly looked up, her clear gaze meeting her friend's. "If we change Male #3's background, the logic and later plot won't hold up. So it's best not to change it." "Alright then, I'll defer to you on the professional aspects. But what's this about sixteen?" Louis was confused. She leaned over to look, only to find another harassing text from a love rival - "Don't get too cocky, he's just playing with you." "Again?" Louis rolled her eyes. "Which i***t keeps sending these boring messages? What right does this demon have to gossip about a happy couple?" "But what did your man do this time to provoke this weirdos?" she asked. Jessica's gaze fell on her left index finger, where a 5-carat pink diamond sparkled brilliantly. She only glanced at it briefly before looking away, her tone flat as she replied, "I'm not sure. You know I've been busy with work lately. I really don't know what he's been up to." "Fair enough," Louis shrugged, then continued, "But it's been months and you still haven't blocked this neurotic love rival? If it were me, I would've challenged them face-to-face after the first message. At the very least, I'd dig up their info and teach them a lesson to make them behave." Jessica's pale fingertip traced over the short message on the screen. She smiled faintly, "It's not too bothersome. I'll keep it around to play with." Louis truly didn't understand what her friend meant by "play with", but thinking of all the suspense and mystery stories Jessica had written, she could only feel sympathy for that unknown love rival. The two chatted as they walked out. On the way, Jessica's phone rang, with "Assistant Dan" clearly displayed on the screen. Catching a glimpse of those three words, Louis clicked her tongue. "How many calls is this today? Anyone would think he's your boyfriend, not your boyfriend's assistant. Checking up on you every day, calling non-stop - he never misses one."