Resignation of Bien

Jealousy is the Key

The sun was shining brightly at Pearl Sands Beach Resort, where Bad Egg Productions had set up for a shoot featuring Christian as the model for a new refreshment product. Fans were gathering in droves, cameras in hand, eagerly snapping photos and clamoring for a glimpse of their favorite CEO.

"That's him!" said someone from a distance.

"He's so handsome!"

"Girl! I think I'm gonna faint!"

"He's so hot!"

Bien sighed for the thirtieth time, hearing the fans getting mad over Christian.

"Too many eyes today," said Matthew.

"Yes," Bien replied, not offering a single glance to Matthew. "It's as if someone tipped the fans where we are so we could erase the rumors against Christian. But I'm sure it's just a coincidence."

"You're overthinking—"

"Work, Matthew. We're working," Bien said calmly. "If you could just stay on one side, I'd appreciate it."

Bien stood beside the director, looking at the monitors to make sure the shots were good. Christian was indeed hot in his attire, dressed in casual beachwear that showcased his athletic build. The client had paid a hefty sum to have Christian model their new refreshment product, and the shoot needed to be flawless.

"That's a great shot," said the director.

"Yes, I think so too," Bien replied, checking the shots they made. "And the client liked them."

The director leaned on his chair. "Let Christian take a break first. Bring in the extras."

Bien pressed a button on his handheld radio. "Bring in the extras, please. Break time for Christian," he said.

From the set, Christian strode towards one of the empty cottages, waving and smiling as fans swarmed the beach, snapping photos and calling out to him. Bien stabbed him with his killer glare and immediately, Christian retracted his waving hands and put them inside his pockets.

It was a bit childish for Bien to act that way. It wasn't Christian's fault these girls loved him. Who wouldn't? He was perfect. The ideal. He was that guy you would fantasize about in a novel. But Bien didn't want to share him. Not even from fans.

While Christian interacted with his fans very minimally, Matthew decided to stay closer to Bien despite Bien's request for space. He handed Bien a bottle of water with a smile that seemed too genuine. "You need to stay hydrated. It's a hot day."

"Thanks," Bien replied, forcing a smile. He knew it was all an act, but Matthew's sincerity made it harder to maintain the facade. Bien grabbed it but Christian suddenly appeared out of nowhere and bumped it.

"Ah!" exclaimed Christian. "My mistake. Here I have extra." Christian handed Bien another bottle of water.

Matthew rolled his eyes. "So immature."

Christian smirked. "Not my fault the bottle got in my way."

"So that's why you have another one prepared?"

"I always need to be prepared to take care of my Bien."

Bien stepped in the middle. "We. Are. Working. If the two of you want to kill one another, do it far away from here."

Matthew pointed at Christian. "He started it. He bumped you intentionally."

Bien glared at Christian who raised his hands. "It was an accident. Swear," he said as he made his way back to the empty cottage. He glanced over at Bien and Matthew, his jaw tightening as he watched them together. Axel, ever the observant one, noticed Christian's growing frustration.