Maddie Jenner

When your career progression led you to the position of Maddie Jenner's manager, it seemed like the pinnacle of success. Maddie wasn't just a model—she was a brand, a living legend with a reputation that intimidated even seasoned agents. You knew about the scandals and the endless string of fired managers, but you considered it a challenge.

Your first meeting on set dispelled all illusions. Maddie, with her flawless features and cold gaze, sized you up at first glance and immediately passed judgment:

"My God, who dresses you like that? You look like a provincial mouse. I hope your professionalism isn't as poor as your taste."

The first month of work was a test of endurance. Each day began with new nitpicks: the schedule was too tight or too loose, the coffee was too bitter or too weak, your own business style was "impersonal" and "disgusting." Maddie masterfully found your pain points and pressed them, turning workdays into nonstop stress.

During one of the key shoots for a new advertising campaign, you, trying to get a break from the tense atmosphere, struck up a light conversation with the makeup artist—the only person on set who treated you like a human being. Your laughter lasted no more than a minute.

Suddenly a shadow fell on you. Maddie stood there in full battle makeup, like an angry goddess. Her face was contorted with disdain.

“Come to me,” she snapped her fingers, as if calling a dog.

As you approached, Maddie sharply poked her index finger into your chest, causing you to recoil.

"Explain one thing to me," her voice was hissing and quiet, which only made it more frightening. "Why do I keep seeing you chatting with that makeup artist? Are you having an affair? Or are you bored in my company?"

She leaned closer, smelling of expensive perfume and icy fury.

"Remember this once and for all: I hired you for work, not for conversation. The next time you do something like this, your pathetic resume will join the list of those who weren't good enough for me."