“3, 2, 1… go!”

Jessica walked along the sidewalk, the sound of her high heels on the stone slabs sounding rhythmic. The entire road to her left had been cleared, and a camera mounted on a wheeled shock-absorbing platform was being pushed by staff, following Ms. Drew's figure closely.

Strictly speaking, it's the legs.

This shot has been taken for the fourth time.

"Cut! Very good! Next one! Hurry up, everyone!" The director yawned and put the megaphone back to his mouth: "Still follow the original path, don't make any more mistakes, extras, pay attention! Keep your eyes in the direction of travel, don't look left and right! Especially don't look at the camera!"

The camera was pushed back to its original position, and Jessica went to a temporary shed in the corner, which was specially used for her to put on makeup, change clothes and rest. As soon as she entered, there were three or four female employees. Everyone was already familiar with the process, and as soon as the curtain was pulled, they began to change Jessica's clothes. There was also a hanger in the shed full of stockings of various colors and styles.

Just looking at the pile of stocking boxes in the corner, you can tell how much work there is today.

Of course, the filming scenes go far beyond this street.

At 10 o'clock in the morning, the filming team packed up and got on the car on time, rushing to the next location.

"Oh my god, how come your legs are so long..." Hannah, the makeup artist, sat opposite Jessica, looking at her long legs repeatedly with jealousy: "You don't know that my brother queued up for three consecutive days just to get the album posters you released. I'm sure he will also buy your endorsement stockings, and a whole drawer of them."

“Ah…you don’t have to mention this specifically.” Jessica raised her hands to cover her eyes helplessly: “Don’t tell me he knows you’re my makeup artist.”

"he does not know."

Hannah laughed. "I'm not telling him."

After chatting all the way, the convoy arrived at the shooting point on the South Bank. The reason for choosing this place is that there are wide and elegant roads on both sides of the Westminster Bridge. The Big Ben also stands on the other side of the river. It can be said to be the most classic business card of London.

You can imagine how expensive it is.

"Hurry! Get the stuff out! Don't just stand there!" The assistant director almost sprinted out of the car, loudly directing the staff to set up the venue, while the director himself pulled the photographer and stood at the bridge to observe the surrounding situation. The weather today was still not good, but the most gratifying thing was that the rain was much lighter, and you didn't need to hold an umbrella when standing outside for a few minutes.

Jessica had already changed back into her first set of clothes for the photo shoot in the car, but this time, as soon as the car door opened, a series of shutter sounds with flashes were heard outside. Reporters had come over at some point, and while the facilities were not set up at the scene yet, they took a lot of photos with their cameras, and kept shouting Jessica's name.

Without any instructions, some staff members had already stopped the bad guys from approaching. The crew had four cars, and the crew of one car was responsible for this task. Deren Company was very concerned about this, although there was a lot of help from a certain director.

By the time the equipment was set up, the fans had arrived.

Fortunately, the shooting plan did not require recording sound.

"Look, here he comes."

Agent Frey was also present at the shoot today, but he was here with one main responsibility: to be on guard against someone.

And this person did show up.

Grayson Bell, the director of Deren Company, got out of a Mercedes-Benz, adjusted his gray casual suit elegantly, and then strode into the shooting site. The staff knew their boss well and would not step forward to stop him, so this important task naturally fell on the agent Frey.

"Mr. Bell." Frey was the first to greet him and shake his hand, with a professional smile on his face: "Thank you very much for coming to visit us."

"what I should do."

Director Grayson turned his attention to Jessica: "Ms. Drew, you look stunning today."

"Thank you, it would be better if it were quieter."

Ms. Drew also put on a professional smile.

"You are always so popular." Director Grayson's smile was probably the most heartfelt among the three people. He first gave the director a look, and the latter tactfully looked away and swallowed his words urging him to start filming. The man then turned his gaze to Jessica: "This is especially true for me."

NMD, so disgusting.

Jessica shook her head. “It’s nice to talk to you, Mr. Bell. I’m afraid I have to go to the shoot now. I heard the rental fees here are not cheap.”

"In fact, I've made sure there won't be any disruptions before noon."

The man's smile remained unchanged: "So don't worry, you can slowly adjust your condition."

After that, he added: "Everyone will have time. I have also arranged lunch. The afternoon tea you invited to the company before made everyone very happy. Now the working atmosphere has improved a lot, so we are trying to integrate it into the company culture. You see, you always inspire and enlighten me, Jessica... Can I call you that?"

"Yeah, afternoon tea." Agent Frey joined the conversation, interrupting Grayson's intention to continue chatting: "It's going to be a busy day today, Jesse, we should think about afternoon tea. For God's sake, a bad afternoon tea can ruin my whole day, and I don't want to experience this kind of day again."

"Then I'm afraid I have to mention the seaweed mint cookies."

Ms. Drew said something nonsense: "Remember to keep it away from me next time."

The two men laughed and left Grayson aside.

However, Director Grayson did not intend to back down, forcing Jessica to sneak into the studio under the pretext of retouching her makeup, and asked Hannah to cover for her. It was not until noon that the filming work on the street at the end of Westminster Bridge came to an end, but Director Grayson insisted on staying at the scene and refused to leave.

Jessica pretended to be a busy person. She accepted interviews from reporters and interacted with fans during breaks in filming. During lunch time, she would mingle with the staff and chat and joke with them. Whenever she needed to go back to the dressing room, she would ask the female employees inside to stop her outside, using the excuse that she was adjusting her clothes and was not in a position to see anyone.

Jessica once again declined Grayson's request to drive the person away, and fled into her agent Frey's BMW, urging him to start quickly: "Frey, I'll get you a gun tomorrow, and you kill Grayson. When the police come, they will say that you have a mental disorder because you were kidnapped last time. I will testify for you."

"Whoa, relax Jesse."

Frey couldn't help laughing when he heard this. "I don't mind helping you block him, but you have to know that it's hard to avoid this kind of thing when you become famous. You can't avoid it. And to be honest, Grayson's performance is pretty good. When I was Maggie's agent, I encountered even worse ones."

"Why would anyone be interested in a crazy girl like Maggie?"

"How could there not be? It's rare to see someone as young as she is. Just by looking at her appearance, you'd think she's still an underage girl. Many rich people in London like this style." Frey recalled his past experience: "Don't think that Maggie likes to wear heavy makeup and perm her hair. She wasn't like this before. She's very cute when she has long hair and light makeup."

"Ah, I understand." Jessica rolled her eyes: "Raising a daughter, right?"

The word 'raise' is bitten hard.

"I'm glad you understand." Frey sighed, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. "Maggie used to hate these things. It might have something to do with her childhood experiences, such as her rebellious period. She just wanted to make a name for herself through singing, and she wanted to get rid of her previous image by changing her look with heavy makeup and perming her hair."

"what about now?"

"I can't say..." Frey turned the steering wheel, frowning: "I haven't heard anything from her recently. She did find another agent, but that guy..."

Then he sighed and shook his head. "Forget it, it's a personal choice, and no one forced her. So it's what I always say, Jesse, there are very few people who have a good voice, a good image, good talent and good luck like you. You will definitely become a big star, I have never doubted it."

"Hmm." Jessica turned a page of the book: "I guess you want to remind me not to hit people."

"That's what it means."

Frey nodded vigorously. "I know you are annoyed by Grayson Bell, but he is just an insignificant passer-by on your star journey. You will definitely meet more people like him in the future. You don't have to ruin your future because of such people... I mean, don't learn from Maggie and kick someone into the hospital, okay? I really don't want to go through that kind of thing again. You can't imagine how much effort I put in. We have many ways to avoid Grayson, that is, keep a good attitude, finish shooting this commercial, and he will have nothing to do with us in the future."

"Thanks for reminding."

Ms. Drew closed the book. “You talk a little like Peter Parker.”

"Who?"

"Nothing, just someone I met recently."

......

At 11 p.m., Jessica walked into the apartment and threw herself on the couch.

"Meow~~~"

The little black cat Wowo came over and was taken to the sofa by Ms. Drew, who sucked her mouth hard twice and used her as a pillow to cover her face. Jessica twisted her body to lie on her side, her waist, hips and thighs forming a very attractive and beautiful curve, but it was a pity that no one appreciated this view.

Michelle and Nisha were both out processing the gold bars they brought back, storing them in multiple locations, with a considerable portion of them deposited in regular banks - of course, the work of the service providers was absolutely indispensable.

and an agent.

Renato Dodd.

Starting with the $400 million check from Batwoman Bruce Wayne, this joint agent from France began serving "Deathstroke". He not only managed the mercenary bank accounts opened by Watson in various countries, but also flew to London in early 1998 to handle the first batch of gold obtained by Watson.

As a result, this guy actually took the opportunity to expand his business to London. In view of the previous pleasant cooperation between the two parties and the good reputation of Mr. Dodd, Jessica asked Nisha and Michela to change their identities to contact Renato and cautiously carry out limited cooperation.

All I can say is that professionals do a really great job.

This made Jessica think of the troublesome issues of hiring a personal accountant and a life assistant.

Who should I look for?