Chapter 318
Chapter 318
The ninth item was a court summons—the company was officially suing Alan for breach of contract and defamation.
The moment this tweet went out, the internet froze for a few seconds.
Then, public opinion completely reversed like an avalanche.
"Talk about the pot calling the kettle black!"
"This Alan guy is disgusting! Got famous and then tried to blackmail his original company—what an ungrateful jerk!"
"Starlight Entertainment is so low, engaging in malicious competition!"
"Apologize to Ms. Wilson! Sending a court summons directly—well done!"
Those fans who had been helping Alan bash the company instantly turned against him. Alan's comment section was flooded with criticism. The casual followers who had sympathized with him for being exploited unfollowed him one after another, and many fans stopped following him too.
Even Starlight Entertainment got into trouble. Within ten minutes, they issued a statement distancing themselves and announced the cancellation of all collaborations with Alan.
Alan's reputation was completely ruined.
That's how it is in the internet age—people rise fast, but they fall even faster.
Watching the comments constantly popping up on my screen, I hit enter and posted a second tweet.
"Thank you for your attention. Our company is now hiring short drama actors, screenwriters, and behind-the-scenes staff at high salaries. We offer top industry pay. If you have talent, this is your stage. Please send resumes to..."
Riding this wave of traffic, the job posting was shared tens of thousands of times instantly.
Lily watched from the side, stunned, and finally gave me a thumbs up:
"Sue, you're amazing."
My original intention was to recruit some high-quality short drama actors.
But what I didn't expect was that over the next few days, our company email was completely flooded with resumes.
I was so busy my feet barely touched the ground, interviewing wave after wave of new people.
I have to say, good pay attracts good talent—this time we recruited several really excellent actors.
At nine in the evening, I had just finished interviewing the last actor and walked out of the conference room rubbing my sore neck.
Looking up, I saw Jason sitting on the sofa in my office with a dark expression.
"Honey?"
I was stunned:
"When did you get here?"
Jason threw the magazine in his hand onto the table, stood up, and walked toward me.
He was tall, with an overwhelming presence.
"I've been here for two hours."
His tone was resentful, like a neglected spouse:
"You're so busy now, you don't even have time to look at your phone."
Only then did I remember that this afternoon, busy watching auditions, I had put my phone on silent and hadn't checked my messages at all.
Feeling a bit guilty, I went over and hugged his waist, looking up at him with a sweet smile:
"I'm sorry, honey. I was really busy today. These new people are high quality—I had to personally oversee everything."
Jason looked down at me, his eyes showing a hint of helplessness.
He reached out to hold my waist, his large palm on my back, gently massaging.
"You're pregnant, why are you working so hard?"
He sighed:
"Maybe you should just rename this company 'Your True Love.' What am I to you?"
Hearing his jealous words, I couldn't help but laugh:
"Of course you're my beloved husband. The company is just work—you're my life."
Jason's expression finally softened a bit.
He bent down and scooped me up in his arms.
"What are you doing!"
I was startled and quickly wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Going home."
Jason carried me toward the door:
"If we don't go home now, I'm afraid you'll just sleep in the office."
The next morning, I had just settled at my desk when Jason walked in with a man.
The man wore a well-fitted dark gray suit, rimless glasses, and carried a black briefcase. He had an air of meticulous professionalism about him.
"This is Marc Murray."
Jason pulled out the chair next to me and sat down, casually pointing:
"Double master's from MIT, previously executive vice president of Glacier Corp's overseas division. Starting today, he'll serve as vice president of your company, taking over all daily operations."
I was slightly stunned. Having an overseas division VP from Glacier Corp manage my small startup media company?
Marc stepped forward, bowed slightly, and handed me his business card with a respectful attitude:
"Hello, Ms. Wilson. Mr. Cooper has briefed me on the company's situation. Please rest assured, I will ensure all business operations run smoothly. Your health is most important—any matters requiring attention can be handled by me."
I took the business card and looked at Jason:
"You're bringing over the overseas division VP—won't Glacier Corp be short-staffed?"
"The world keeps turning no matter who leaves."
Jason casually adjusted his cuffs: "But here, you need the most reliable person."
Marc's efficiency was extremely high.
In less than half a day, he had sorted out all the company's personnel structure and project progress, and even handled the follow-up negotiations for Alan's lawsuit cleanly and decisively.
In the afternoon, Jason had an urgent video conference and went to the adjacent meeting room.
Marc came in with several documents requiring my final signature.
After signing, I couldn't help asking:
"Marc, having you come work at my place—I hope you don't feel it's beneath you."
Marc pushed up his glasses and showed a rare smile:
"Ms. Wilson, you're too kind. It's my honor to serve you. Besides, the terms Mr. Cooper offered—no one could refuse."
He paused, then lowered his voice to add:
"Actually, Mr. Cooper's mind hasn't really been on the group's business lately. Last week at the executive meeting, when Mr. Cooper was presenting acquisition data, he switched to the wrong screen. What appeared was 'Dietary Restrictions and Emotional Care Guide for the First Three Months of Pregnancy.' The entire conference room went dead silent."
I imagined the scene and couldn't help laughing.
I never expected Jason to have such an adorable side in private.
Time flew by.
With Marc in charge, not only did the company avoid any problems, but riding on the success of our first short drama, we quickly signed several promising newcomers, launched three new projects, and firmly established our position in the industry.
Three months later.
My belly had swelled up like a balloon, and my movements were becoming somewhat inconvenient.
Jason directly revoked my right to go to the company and had the house fitted with non-slip mats and padded corners on all the tables.
One afternoon, the sunlight was perfect.
I was nestled in a bean bag chair on the balcony, sunbathing, when Lily rang the doorbell carrying bags large and small.
"I'm exhausted!"
As soon as Lily entered, she collapsed on the sofa without any pretense, poured herself a glass of water, and gulped it down:
"Sue, you're living way too comfortably! Look at me—my dark circles are practically down to my chin!"
I handed her a piece of cut apple:
"Is the company very busy lately?"
"Busy? It's a disaster!"
Lily bit into the apple and complained through her mouthful:
"That Marc guy is a complete workaholic. Three new scripts filming simultaneously, plus overseeing post-production. The screenwriters under me are practically going bald. No way—we need to hire more people, more screenwriters!"
I smiled:
"Just tell Marc what you need directly. He's reliable."