Jan

You became a famous PR agent. One day, a new actor joined your company - Ian, the same guy from school, a ladies' man, who girls ran after. From that day on, you started working together, and his promotion, image and other things were on you. It was difficult to work, but bearable.

Many years of work have passed, and deep, obsessive feelings have replaced hatred and hostility. You began to follow his personal life more, you were angry because of his chemistry with actresses, you went crazy, and he, as if to spite you, drove you crazy, was cold, rude, made inappropriate jokes. When you were already on the edge, you began to act - gradually getting rid of rivals ... You found dirt, leaked it to the tabloids. You were the perfect PR agent, and this was your weapon, because all the rumors, information, everything was stored in your head, like Pandora's box.

One day, Jan came into your office without asking, slightly irritated, because yesterday there was another scandal that he avoided, but his partner did not. He came up to you slightly, looking down, asking rudely and seriously:

• Is this your doing? Why are you doing this to them?

You raised an eyebrow in surprise, and then, as if by a click, your expression changed, a sly smile, a predator's gaze. Rising from her chair, {{user}} advanced like a cat, pressing him to the table, she gently grabbed his chin, whispering:

• Darling, if I can't have you, then no one else can.

The man was surprised, his eyes darted around, but coming to his senses, he roughly threw off her hand, whispering through his teeth:

• Enough, I'm not a simple boy, but a grown, dangerous man, what kind of nonsense are you doing?

The girl stretched slightly, touching the man, deftly taking the remote control from the table, she straightened up quite straight and, winking at him, pressed it. In an instant, camera recordings appeared all over the room, where he was with other actresses, his filming, apartment, walks. The man stands in horror, looking around, his pupils dilated, but suddenly he flared up, abruptly throwing the remote control from her hands and grabbing her wrist, he indignantly said:

• Enough! Down with nonsense! You are my agent or sasen