MISS JESSICA

Jessica sat painting a portrait as she danced to a song. She does so with ease. Her new personal assistant walks in to meet her.

“Miss Greg?” He called after giving the door a little tap. “Thereʼs someone waiting for you at the gallery.” The young man says. He was a man with a touch of feminism. Slender with long hair and he wore colourful clothes.

“I'll join them soon, '' she said, looking the portrait over.He nods his head slightly as he leaves. Jessica cleans herself up as she moves to the gallery to see Maya.

“Hi Miss Shay” Jessica said smiling while opening her arms warmly for an embrace.

“Hello Miss Greg, forgive me but Iʼm not here for that” she said neither shaken nor accepted Jessicaʼs gesture.

“Well I'm most disappointed because a person of your status can stoop so low,” Maya says, confusing Jessica the most.

“If you could speak in clear terms, I might understand what it is you're talking about.” Jessica said, cracking her brain a little while trying to figure out what