CAN I REWRITE MY STAR?

peaceful slumber. With a groggy swipe, he silenc

frustration etched on his face

one, hesitating befo

drawled, his to

, and you're still in bed," his manager, Mr. Adewun

his lethargy vanished. Jason rolled hi

escheduled? I've bare

brooked no argument. "Y

mered. "Just whatever,"

r," Mr. Adewunmi continued. "Get ready AS

lly need to discuss the workload of the pa

vering. "The brand is getting bigg

break!" He hung up, slammi

n's gaze fell upon his broken alarm c

mpire, was born into a life of luxury. His parents, billionaire entrepreneurs, founded and own

d captivated audiences, propelling the company to unprecedented heights. Now, as a freelance model, Jason was in high demand. Top fashion brands clamored for his endorsement, eager to leverage his influence to

a stunningly handsome young man. His slender, athletic build and towering height only added to his allure. His style was unmistakable - long, flowing hair perfectly coiffed, and elegant earrings that sparkled in the light. Every aspect of his a

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footsteps quiet on the plush carpet. He was halted mid-step as h

ed, raising an eyebrow as she to

ading across her face. As the twenty-six-year-old CEO of Jaz-glitt

asmine was the epitome of elegance, her b

oubled persona, Jasmine's warmth

gn today," Jason replied, his ton

I heard it's a huge collection and to

"Their problem." Jasmine's hand settled o

yyyy!" s

g off her touch. "I'm r

ould I treat you to lunch late

smine's gaze lingered, sens

ith concern. "You're still

his mother burst into the ro

ert exclaimed, rushi

offering him a stea

, drink this.

id, accepting the tea an

headed to the kitchen, a maid trailing behi

barely saw you yesterday, and

eassuring smile.

tea, then pressed a gentle k

ert replied, her voice

his efficient personal assistant, awaited him beside his sle

ia greeted, her voice

cknowledging her greeting. The driver closed the door behind him. Mia's expre

vehicle out of the Gilbert estate,

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ng in five different color variations of the

xclaimed, "That's a wrap!

and walked away, while Mia has

accepting the cup and t

his head, dismayed. "Mr.

his early fifties, hurried o

remarkable deference to Jason, reflecting the yo

es before they're published. It's es

accompanying his response. "Oh, definitely, si

n requested, downing

e his phone, which she h

, arrived with a selection of gourmet food. "The chef prepared

their phones discreetly capturing videos and photos. Jason

s tone hinting at impatience. Mr. Adewunmi sides

rite food, Jay. Y

"Mr. Ade?" he pressed, s

ready," Mr. Adewun

pression expectant. However, Jason

ices anymore." With that, Jason turned and walked a

son. "Jay, Jay-Jason!" Mr. Adewunmi called out, his voice tinged with urgency. Jason

d to catch up. Meanwhile, Jason emerged from the bu

hank you," Jason said

d, slightly out of breath. "Jay, do you want to kill me?"

the door behind him. "What is it, Mr. Ade?" Jason

an exceptional assistant. We only hired her a month ago, and you

'll find a better opportunity, GFC will see to it," Jason said

his phone rang, shattering the silence. "H

rying to reach you!" Timi exclaime

ctly. "Found anything?" Jason

. "Something

is grip on the steering wheel ti

suit waiting outside GFC quickly open the car door. Mr

ed his glasses, squint

d, looking flustered,

. Gilbert," Mr. Adewunmi stam

ern. "My office, now!" he commanded

eyes widened, s