60. The News? Andrew, It’s a Disaster!

The morning light filled the living room as Andrew sat on the sofa, reviewing Jessica's schedule for the day. His laptop screen displayed a series of appointments, photoshoots, and press events. It was his second week as her manager, and he was starting to get the hang of things.

Meanwhile, Jessica was still in her room, probably getting ready. She had an important photoshoot for a high-end perfume brand at eleven, and they needed to leave by ten to make it on time through the morning traffic.

As Andrew continued going through the schedule, his eyes fell on a beautiful woman standing by the window, dusting the ornaments on the windowsill.

Her long, caramel-colored hair was tied low, and she wore a simple white shirt that was slightly unbuttoned at the top, revealing the curve of her cleavage.

Even without makeup, she looked stunning. There was a natural beauty to her that was both elegant and approachable.

And when she leaned forward slightly, Andrew enjoyed the shape of her round and firm butt hidden behind her black short shorts.

Lisa, their housekeeper, caught his gaze through her reflection in the window. A soft blush appeared on her cheeks, but she didn't shy away from his look. Instead, she slowly stood up straight and turned to face him, offering a sweet smile.

"Andrew, what are you looking at? Didn't you have enough of me just this morning?" Lisa walked towards him, her hips swaying in a subtle, inviting manner. The scent of her lavender perfume filled the air around him as she got closer.

When she reached the sofa, Andrew pulled her onto his lap without saying a word, his hands resting comfortably on her thighs.

Lisa let out a soft gasp but made no move to escape. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers playing with his hair as she leaned in to whisper, "What are you planning, mister? I'm supposed to be working."

"Just wanted to have my Mommy on my lap for a moment. Is that a problem?" Andrew asked, his voice low as he looked into her hazel eyes.

"Ah, you. Always playing with my heart." Lisa blushed at his words, burying her face in his neck. "When will you stop calling me that?"

"Never. That's what you wanted, isn't it?" Andrew teased, his hands sliding upward under her shirt to caress the small of her back.

Lisa squirmed a little, her body responding to his touch despite her protest. "Don't. You have a schedule to follow. And I have things to do. We shouldn't..."

Andrew chuckled at her attempt to push him away. "Just five minutes. That's all I'm asking." His other hand came to rest on her chin, turning her face toward his. "Unless, of course, you really want me to stop."

Lisa bit her lip, her eyes searching his. Then, with a sigh of surrender, she shook her head. "Five minutes. No more."

Before Andrew could lean in for a kiss, Jessica's voice echoed from the stairs. "Andrew! Something serious has happened!"

Lisa and Andrew looked toward the staircase, where Jessica hurried down, still in her silk robe. The look on her face was unusual—panicked and unsettled, quite different from her usual confident demeanor.

"What's wrong, Jessica?" Andrew frowned while still holding Lisa in his lap.

"It's..." Jessica hesitated, her words catching in her throat as she didn't know how to tell him what had happened. Then she pulled out her phone and showed him the screen. "I think you should see this for yourself."

Andrew raised an eyebrow at his sister's reaction and turned his attention to her phone. It was an entertainment gossip website, and the headline made his blood run cold:

"Top Supermodel's Private Photos Leaked: Jessica Heart Caught Nude!"

"Shit," Andrew cursed under his breath as he scrolled through the article. It contained several nude photos of Jessica, taken in what looked like hotel rooms. They were high-quality, showing off her flawless body from every angle.

There were close-ups of her breasts, her ass, and even her pussy. All of them were explicit, leaving nothing to the imagination.

His eyes widened as he scanned through the images. The pictures had to have been taken without her knowledge; otherwise, she wouldn't look so natural, so unguarded. Some of them were taken while she was sleeping, some while she was in the shower, and some while she was getting dressed.

"Fuck! Where did these photos come from?" Andrew could barely get the words out as anger started to rise in his chest.

Lisa, who had also seen the pictures on the phone screen, immediately got up from Andrew's lap and rushed to Jessica's side, wrapping her arms around the trembling girl.

"Don't worry, Jessica. We'll figure something out," Lisa said in a soothing voice, though her own eyes were wide with shock.

But before anyone could say anything else, Andrew's phone rang. He glanced at the screen—it was Amy.

"It's Amy," he said, answering the call and putting it on speaker. "Hello, Amy. Have you seen the news?"

"The news? Andrew, it's a disaster!" Amy's voice came through the phone in a sharp, tense tone. "Have you seen the photos? They're all over the internet! Every gossip site is covering it. The media is already at the office! They're asking for a statement!"

Andrew cursed under his breath. The situation was escalating faster than he'd anticipated.

"How did this happen, Amy? Do we know who's responsible?" Andrew asked and placed his other hand on Jessica's back, who had become quiet.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, as if Amy was carefully considering her words.

"It could be anyone. You know how our industry works. But that's not why I'm calling right now," Amy said, her voice firm. "The reason is that the client from this morning's photoshoot just called. They're canceling Jessica's contract, effective immediately. They don't want their brand associated with this scandal."

Upon hearing that, Andrew clenched his fist. His knuckles turned white as he tried to contain his anger.

So, his first crisis as a manager had just begun.

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