The room was empty. She lifted the covers and lay on the bed. After eating and drinking enough, and taking a shower, she wasn't able to stay awake for long. In a half-dream state, she seed to hear soone entering the room, followed by a slight weight on her back. She was startled awake, and even her drowsiness disappeared.
The hospital bed was narrow. The person behind her moved closer to her side, placing an arm around her waist in an intimate position. She even caught a faint scent of tobacco from his body. The man's chin was buried in the nape of her neck as he took a deep breath. "Sleep, I'll turn off the light."
Phoebe saw a pale white and slender arm appear in her vision. With a soft sound, everything plunged into boundless darkness. The arm then settled back on her waist, feeling a bit heavy. The warmth behind her enveloped her. She thought she would have a sleepless night, but in reality, she didn't last long before falling into a deep, sweet slumber.
After being discharged, Phoebe stayed at ho to rest for two days but couldn't sit still and finally returned to work.
During her illness, John visited her several tis with greetings from her colleagues and even sent urgent files for her to handle.
When she returned to the company, she heard the lodious sound of "Für Elise" coming from the piano room. John walked beside her and said, "Miss Fitzroy has co to the company." Phoebe nodded. "Ask her to co to my office. Wild Survival is about to start filming, and I want to discuss the first guest for the premiere episode with her."
During her illness, she had fallen behind in her work progress. The production team had already secured regular guests for the show, and she needed to catch up. Relying on personal connections, they agreed to invite Vanessa as a guest on the show.
"Okay."
Not long after, Vanessa walked in wearing high heels. Without knocking, she plopped down on the sofa, playing with the enal ring on her finger.
"I heard Miss Ziegler is sick."
Phoebe picked up so docunts, and sat down next to the sofa, sliding the papers towards her. "Toledo Channel is producing a wilderness survival reality show, and I've arranged for you to be the first guest. The recording will be in two days and last for three days."
Vanessa didn't even look at the docunts, instead scrutinizing Phoebe. In just a few days, Phoebe had indeed lost weight, but her facial features were more three-dinsional, exhibiting a delicate beauty that evoked sympathy. However, when Vanessa thought about why she was sick, she couldn't help but feel proud. She was certain that Phoebe must have secretly checked her social dia, and maybe it was the photo she had posted that made her sick. With an air of confidence, Vanessa said, "Miss Ziegler, you must be devastated. You've been with Theodore for three years, but he left you for with the snap of my fingers." Phoebe lifted her gaze and calmly observed her, seeing right through her pride.
"The precautions for the wilderness survival program are all stated in the docunts. I'll have John print out a copy for your assistant. This will be your first appearance, in front of the audience, after returning to your ho country, and I hope you can establish a stable public image during the show."
"However, constantly trying to shape your public image in front of the audience will eventually make people dislike you. For future considerations, I hope the public image you establish is not too different from your true character." Seeing that Phoebe remained unmoved, Vanessa beca furious, and continued provocatively, "Do you know what day it was? It was the 12-year anniversary of Theodore and eting. We lit candles, ate cake, and poured our hearts out to each other until dawn."
Phoebe paused for a few seconds before speaking, "Your current public image is already quite good a scheming bitch-and the audience loves it. As long as you're scheming enough, the audience will rember you." "You!" Vanessa exclaid.
Phoebe smiled faintly. "Miss Fitzroy, rember, no matter what show you participate in, don't beco a forgettable background character. Being a scheming bitch can also be a good public image."
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