Jessie got out at the massage parlor, moving from corner to corner she struggled to stay away from sightings. She eventually got to the lobbying room and sat downstairs at a hidden corner, waiting for a window of opportunity to sneak past the ever alert receptionist. She didn't have to wait for longer than a few minutes, as the receptionist got a call she was free to walk past.

Quietly she walked past several doors and saunas, 'What would Patricia do in a massage parlor?' She asked herself. ​​

If she was here she would go for the actual normal classic massage and maybe some skin care. So Patricia would probably do the opposite of that right? She looked around for a while when she saw a door for Shiatsu massage.

"This must be it." She said, opening the door slightly to peep. And she was right she saw the name written on the board, Patricia Lee. 'Bingo'.

"What the hell took you so long?" Patricia said from the bed, she was already lying face down on it. This was a golden opportunity, it wasn't revenge but she sure was not going anywhere without stirring trouble.

She looked around the room for something, smiling as her gaze fell on some hot stones at the corner of the room she headed in that direction. "I'm extremely sorry ma'am, I'll start immediately." She said, disguising her voice.

She grabbed the bowl carrying the stones and placed them beside the bed. She peeled of the towel that covered her back and using a thong she began to place the stones on her back.

"Aaah! What are you doing!" She groaned wriggling but before she could raise her head, Jessie pushed her head further into the bed with one hand and stretching she grabbed a sheet and tied her upper body to the bed. After she was secure she pulled her hands that were situated above her head and pulled them up tying it above her head.

"What the hell is this?! Hey! What the hell are you doing? Do you know who I am?!" She screamed.

Jessie grinned at all her protests, and walked to the oils and powder section. Patricia always complained about some coconut allergies, so Jessie searched for a bottle that had coconut oil as the main ingredient.

Walking back, she picked the now cold stones from her back, wincing at the burns marks now decorating her back. 'Is this too far?' She asked herself. 'No! She deserves even more' she shook her head.

Pouring the oil into her palms she rubbed it especially into the wounds. She looked up at the door hoping the room was sound proof because Patricia was screaming up a storm.

'I wish I could put this on her face' Jessie thought, but she couldn't. She couldn't risk Patricia seeing her face, it wasn't the right time.

She slathered the coconut oil down her back and on her legs, 'Let's see how she goes for shoots like this.'

Jessie stood back admiring her work, as small pink spots were already appearing and Patricia was screaming bloody hell, saying it was so itchy.

'One more thing.' She smiled. She searched the room for a scissors but she couldn't find any but she found a razor. "Good enough" She mumbled to herself.

Ripping off the towel wrapped around her head, her fell in waves like a halo around her head.

Jessie stared at her sleek straight black strands.

"Please, please not my hair. Whoever is paying you I'll give you double, please!" She cried.

Jessie smiled and grabbed a big piece, cutting it down so low it was almost at it's roots. She struggled with the blunt razor. She was so distracted and happy that she cut her finger when the door shook. Her head jerked up and she cursed under her breath. They was no other exit apart from the door, she couldn't get caught. No way! She was already hearing sounds coming from the other side of the door, and Patricia screaming was already becoming too loud and desperate. She was in a bad state, her entire skin had become red and spot filled. Didn't help the blisters and burns on her back. Plus she was sure she was seeing the locks of hair that covered the floor.

Jessie stepped back and stood beside the door. As soon as the door was pushed open it covered her temporarily as they all ran to Patricia. Jessie prayed no one else was outside at this point. As they untied Patricia, Jessie made a mad dash out of the room.

"Hey catch that woman!" A man yelled.

And as she expected different staff members were hot on her heels. She ran into corner after corner, throwing things in the way as she did. She saw a door by the side as she took a corner, pushing the door open she went in.

"What the hell?!" A man yelled, struggling to keep his towel from dropping, gripping it tighter around his waist.

"Shhhhh!" Jessie hushed him. "Please hide me! Please!" She begged.

"And why would I do that?" He asked.

Jessie stared at him desperately, she didn't have time to think, 'God please if you exist, let him be good' she prayed silently. Pulling off her mask and cap, she let her hair fall freely.

The man's eyes went wide as he stared at the dead actress.

"No way!" He exclaimed.

Jonathan mouth was low and he was beyond flabbergasted as he stared at Jessie Marin. 'What should he do?'He thought.

She stared at him with the most powerful expression and such desperation. Jumping she looked at the door behind her as a knock destroyed the silence that settled in the room.

Jessie looked to him again and pleaded. "Look I know you have no reason to believe me, you may even think that I'm fake. But I'm Jessie Marin the actress I promise, I didn't kill that man and I am only trying to get revenge. So please." She begged.

Jonathan looked down at the woman that was currently clutching on to his arm like her last life line.

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"You must have been a good fan." He said.

She nodded. "I'm the president of one of her fan clubs" She frowned. "You can't tell anyone that!" she said quickly realising her error.

Jonathan laughed, " don't worry your secret is safe."

"It's just too unbelievable honestly. Jessie would never do something like this. Granted she wasn't the nicest person but she had the kindest heart and she valued her fans." Krystal frowned.

"Are you crying?" Jonathan asked noticing a tear drop rolling down her cheeks.

"What?" Krystal turned to look at him, wiping her face. She rose her big glasses and sniffled wiping her eyes carefully so as not to ruin her mascara.

"I'm sorry, I'm being so unprofessional right now aren't I? Forgive me." She pleaded.

"It's okay, someone special to you just died and you realised she was not what she said she was, infact she was a killer. You must feel betrayed so it must hurt." Jonathan gave her comforting smile.

"I don't believe she killed that driver, it's not true." Krystal said in a warning tone.

Jonathan raised his brows at his secretary, he tilted his head to the side and rubbed his chin. 'This is bound to be interesting' he thought.

"How sure can you be? Surely you can never truly know a person, am I right? She was a model to the world but you can't really know her personally." Jonathan said.

"That not true! I know her, I may just be a fan, but I know her. Would a killer visit a sick fan, or would she own an orphanage?" She asked

Jonathan rolled his eyes. "Do you not know what good publicity is? You can't be that naive."

"I'm not naive, I'm trusting. And I've never been wrong to put my trust in a person, Jessie Marin was real, unlike other actresses she didn't hide her real personality and she has great talent." Krystal said. "Besides, why would I believe anything this news is saying, Patricia Lee is the only witness that alone is enough to cause suspicions" She continued.

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Jonathan remembered what Krystal said and contemplated within himself, 'What should he do know? What would be the right thing?'