Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

“Hey, check it out! Who’s the stunning woman that came in with Mr. Pansy? She’s absolutely gorgeous and carries herself with such grace!”

“Oh my, look at those legs! So slender and perfect! I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful!”

“Could that be Mr. Pansy’s fiancée?”

“No way, that can’t be true!”

The employees couldn’t help but wonder about the identity of the woman who entered with Patrick. The most common assumption was that she must be a business associate. However, when she left Patrick’s side to sign in at the personnel department, it suddenly dawned on everyone who she was.

Word of Jane’s presence at the company spread like wildfire.

It turned out that the woman who had accompanied Patrick was none other than Jane.

People were left bewildered.

Wasn’t Jane supposed to be an ugly country bumpkin? How had she transformed into a striking beauty? As Jane went through the necessary formalities, the employees in the secretarial department engaged in animated conversations about her.

“Jane is incredibly beautiful! She even outshines Florence Doyle!” one of the employees marveled.

Monica Betsy, the department head, wore a scowl and a look of disdain in her eyes.

With malice, she remarked, “Beauty is only skin deep. No matter how beautiful she is, she’s still a poor country girl who knows nothing about city life. She’s not fit to be Mr. Pansy’s wife.”

As Jane walked into the secretarial department, she overheard these disparaging comments.

A sardonic glint flashed in her eyes as she retorted loudly, “If I’m not fit to be his wife, who is? You?”

Monica’s expression froze, and she averted her gaze, refraining from responding to Jane. She couldn’t afford to antagonize her.

“Ahem! Mr. Pansy instructed me to treat you like any other member of this department. You’ll be assigned your share of work, irrespective of your status. Here’s the document for today’s advertisement shoot; it’s your responsibility.”

With a derisive smile, Jane accepted the document and left.

The others huddled around Monica once again.

“Monica, isn’t this Carl’s shoot? Jane is new; don’t you think she might mess it up?”

A mischievous twinkle gleamed in Monica’s eyes.

The face of the advertisement was Carl Waters, a young and famously bad-tempered celebrity. He was notorious for being difficult to work with.

People typically went out of their way to avoid him. Monica was eager to see Jane’s inexperience cause chaos on her first day.

As soon as Jane exited the room, she examined the document outlining the advertisement’s schedule. She couldn’t help but notice Carl’s name, which struck her as oddly familiar.

In the CEO’s office, Patrick’s assistant inquired, “Monica Betsy just handed over the Carl Waters shoot to Miss North. Should I assign someone else?”

Patrick and Carl had been childhood friends. Everyone was aware of Carl’s temperamental nature, and it was a given that Jane would bear the brunt of it if she worked with him today.

Recalling Jane’s morning remarks, Patrick finally responded, “No, let her handle it.”

He was looking forward to her trials and tribulations.

The company was responsible for every aspect of the shoot.

Jane and several employees went downstairs to welcome Carl.

A few minutes later, a black Bentley pulled into the Pansy Group’s premises.

Carl emerged from the vehicle, sporting sunglasses.

At only nineteen, he already had millions of fans worldwide.

His fame had only fueled his arrogance.

He carried himself with a sense of superiority, striding as if he owned the world.

Jane approached him and extended her hand for a handshake.

“Welcome, Mr. Waters. I’m Jane Hewett, the person in charge of today’s shoot. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

However, Carl ignored the gesture and skipped the pleasantries. He instead grumbled with a scowl, “It’s sweltering out here! Why didn’t you bring an umbrella? Anyways, are we ready to roll? I don’t have time to waste. Oh, and get me a coffee before we start. Not just any coffee, though. I want one from that café downtown; they make the best…”Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Carl’s words trailed off as he finally looked at Jane’s face. His jaw literally dropped.

“Wow, is this a dream or what?”

Carl removed his sunglasses, his disbelief palpable. He hugged Jane excitedly.

“Jane? Is that really you? You work here now? When did this happen? Shouldn’t you be globe-trotting by now?”

Jane patted Carl’s head with a smile and replied, “Carl, it’s been a while. What did you say you wanted to drink again?”

“Never mind! I didn’t say anything.”

“What about you, though? What would you like to drink? I’ll get it for you.”

The onlookers were utterly flabbergasted.

The perpetually arrogant Carl was not only hugging Jane but also speaking to her with such respect. He even allowed her to pat his head.

Was this really Carl, or was someone impersonating him? Perhaps he was showing this courtesy because Jane was Patrick’s fiancée. But he was usually arrogant even in Patrick’s presence.

What on earth was happening? The truth was, Jane and Carl had crossed paths two years ago. At that time, Carl was seventeen and filming near Jane’s hometown in the countryside. He had been kidnapped by some thugs. Luckily, Jane happened upon the scene and saved him. Carl had watched in awe as she effortlessly defeated the kidnappers. He had believed he was facing certain death until she swooped in like a superhero. She had invited him to her home, and to his astonishment, her residence was even more lavish than the mansion from Downton Abbey. It turned out that she was not only kind but also quite well-off. Carl couldn’t help but hold her in high regard.