Maggie's agency was called Dreams Entertainment, which was owned by Chelsea Adams. And Chelsea was an extremely famous lady boss in the entertainment industry.
After Colton got Chelsea's phone number from Maggie, he called her on the way back.
"Hello, are you Miss Adams?"
"Yes, and you are?"
"Hello, Ms. Adams, I'm Maggie's cousin, Colton."
"Oh, I heard Maggie mentioning that she has a distant cousin who is a big government official in DC. Is that you?"
Colton laughed and said, "No, not at all. I'm just a small fry. Don't listen to Maggie's nonsense. Haha."
Chelsea's attitude became much better. "Chief Colton, you're being too modest. You're definitely not a small fry. What can I help you with?"
Wasting no time, Colton said, "Oh, I just happened to meet Maggie in the restaurant so we had a chat. Later on, we ran into a friend of mine named Jordan. He said that Maggie is an artiste under his agency. That didn't sound right to me. Isn't Maggie signed to your company? Jordan Steele said that you work under him.
"That man was driving a car that was stolen from the airport and he was pretending to be impressive in front of my former classmates and me. He obviously isn't a
decent person. That's why I deliberately came over to ask you if you know Jordan Steele and whether or not he's your boss."
Chelsea flew into a rage after hearing Colton's description.
"What? How dare someone impersonate my boss? Mr. Henley, I can tell you clearly that I don't know that man named Jordan Steele at all, much less work for him."
"Isn't Maggie with you? She should know about it."
Colton smiled and said, "I don't know what has gotten into her. She keeps speaking up for that guy. She admitted in public that both she and you, Ms. Adams, are working for Jordan."
Hearing the words, Chelsea flew into a rage again. "What? I'm going to get this girl to come back and find out what's going on!"
At this moment, Chelsea was also in DC where Dreams Entertainment was. She immediately called Maggie and asked her to come back to the company.
When she came to the president's office, Maggie knocked on the door fearfully and entered.
There was a businesswoman seated on the chair in the president's office. She was less than 40 years old, had short hair and looked very young. She had one leg crossed over the other, looking rather domineering in high heels.
"Miss Adams," Maggie said after entering.
It was true that she was still afraid of her boss. Following her car sex scandal, it had caused the company to incur heavy losses. Since then, Chelsea's attitude towards
Maggie had turned drastically for the worse.
Shooting a pointed stare at Maggie, Chelsea lit a slim cigarette. "Maggie, let me ask you, what the heck was that?"
"What's going on?" asked Maggie who still did not understand what Chelsea was referring to.
Chelsea said in exasperation, "Drop the act! Your cousin has already told me all about it! How dare you tell outsiders that I'm working for a scoundrel who stole a car? Do you still take me seriously!?!"
Maggie's eyes widened and she asked, "A scoundrel who stole a car? Miss Adams, are you talking about Mr.
Steele?"
"To hell with whatever Mr. Steele! He's just a swindler! Why did you speak up for him instead of exposing him?" Chelsea snapped.
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