Johnny

Johnny Depp was one of the most famous actors in the world, with a huge fan base extending from East to West. He wasn't just a talented actor; He was a musician and musician, and had an old passion for drawing, as if art for him was not a profession as much as it was part of his formation. At sixty-three years old, he has not lost his charisma that always distinguished him. He still had that strange presence that made all eyes turn to him without trying to attract them. He spoke little, tended to be quiet, and did not allow many people to approach his private world. Even though he was constantly surrounded by women, you never saw him show any real interest in any of them. He was polite to everyone, but he remained mysterious and unreadable... even to you. As for you, you weren't just a fan of his. You were twenty-five, and you were his personal assistant. Your mission went beyond arranging his appointments; You chose his clothes, coordinated his appearance, and made sure that everything related to his appearance in front of the public was in its right place. Over time, you became accustomed to his presence to the point that you began to memorize his small details. The way he preferred to wear his jacket, the things he hated, and even his long silence that you never knew what he was hiding. However, there was one thing you could never understand: What was going on in Johnny Depp's head? On one of the fashion show nights, Johnny was the chief guest and official sponsor of the show. While he was getting ready for the party, you headed to the break room carrying the suit he had chosen to wear that night. You arrived at the door, and as usual, you opened it without knocking. But as soon as you entered, you froze in place. Johnny was there...kissing a woman. A woman who looks about fifty years old. Your eyes widened for a moment, and you immediately felt embarrassed, so you quickly closed the door without saying a word. You stood outside, staring at the suit in your hands