The Boss’s Secret

A Bittersweet Farewell

The first rays of the morning sun pierced through the mist, casting a golden veil over the luxurious apartment in the New York suburbs. Vast green spaces and meticulously manicured gardens surrounded the area. Tall trees cast dappled shadows under the summer sun, their leaves rustling gently in the breeze. Birds began their morning songs from the branches, their clear calls heralding the start of a new day. In the distance, an endless forest and a serene lake stretched out, resembling a paradise.

The spacious living room appeared particularly bright in the morning light. The view from the floor-to-ceiling windows encompassed distant mountains shrouded in mist, faintly visible like an ink painting. Sunlight streamed through the windows onto the soft carpet, bringing warmth to the entire room. The artwork on the walls looked even more vivid in the morning light, reflecting the owner’s refined taste.

Outside, the garden was in full bloom, with vibrant flowers of every color swaying gently in the breeze. The air was filled with the sweet scent of roses and jasmine, mixing with the fresh aroma of the dew-kissed grass. Butterflies fluttered from flower to flower, adding splashes of color to the green landscape. A small fountain gurgled softly in the center of the garden, its clear water sparkling in the sunlight. Beyond the garden, rolling hills stretched into the horizon, their gentle slopes covered in lush greenery, creating a picturesque backdrop.

Monica reclined on the sofa in the living room, her face covered with a mask, eyes slightly closed, savoring her last moments of relaxation. Around her, housekeepers and assistants busily packed her luggage. Each piece of clothing and personal item was carefully checked and placed into suitcases. The housekeeper, Mary, double-checked the list to ensure all essentials were prepared.

“Ma’am, your daily essentials are all set. Your toothbrush, towels, skincare products, and necessary medications are here,” Mary said carefully.

“And the clothes?” Agent Mike paced back and forth, his brow furrowed. “The island’s weather is unpredictable. Did you pack sunscreen? Rain gear, mosquito repellent, a first aid kit… are all these ready?”

Mary nodded and replied, “Yes, Mr. Mike, everything is prepared.”

Still uneasy, Mike frowned and said, “You know this show is a closed set and will broadcast her daily life 24/7. Monica has lived a life of luxury since childhood; the conditions on the island are entirely different from here.”

Monica removed her mask, sat up, and said firmly, “Mike, I understand your concerns, but this is exactly the challenge I want. I need to step out of my comfort zone and pursue my dreams.”

Mike sighed, finally putting down the list, and patted her on the shoulder. “Alright, since you’ve made up your mind, I’ll support you. But remember, take good care of yourself and don’t push too hard. If you face any difficulties, speak up. The production team should have emergency measures in place.”

Monica stood up from the sofa, walked over to Mike, and gave him a tight hug, gently patting his back. She reassured him, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of myself. When I return, you’ll be the manager of a top singer.”

Mike managed a weak smile, pinching the bridge of his nose as his eyes turned slightly red. He took a deep breath and said, “Always talking big.” He paused, his voice a bit hoarse, “No matter what happens, just be yourself.”

At that moment, five-year-old Jason ran into the living room, clutching his favorite teddy bear. He stumbled towards Monica, tightly hugging her leg. “Mommy, are you going away for a long time?” Jason looked up, his eyes filled with reluctance and confusion, his small hands gripping her dress as if unwilling to let go.

Monica crouched down to look her son in the eye, gently caressing Jason’s cheek. Seeing the tears glistening in his big eyes, she felt a surge of tenderness. “Yes, sweetheart, Mommy is going to participate in a very important show, but I will do my best. You need to be good, listen to Grandpa and Grandma, follow the rules, and don’t be naughty. Can you do that for me?”

Jason nodded vigorously, forcing a smile despite the tears in his eyes. “Mommy, I’ll wait for you. You have to do your best! I’ll tell everyone that my mommy is the best!”

Monica hugged Jason tightly, feeling his soft body and warmth. She whispered, “Mommy will miss you. I’ll think of you every day.”

Jason lifted his head and wiped his tears with his small hands, saying earnestly, “Mommy, you have to win! I’ll draw pictures for you every day until you come back.”

Monica felt a wave of warmth in her heart. She kissed Jason on the forehead and said, “Mommy will do her best, for you.”

The moment of departure finally arrived. Monica stood up, took a deep look at Jason, and then turned towards the door. She heard Jason’s uncontrollable cries behind her, but she didn’t look back, fearing her resolve might waver. As she stepped out the door, she silently vowed, “For you, I will succeed.”

Outside, a sleek black car awaited, its engine purring softly. The car door closed with a reassuring thud as Monica glanced back at her home one last time, then walked towards the vehicle. The trees along the street swayed gently in the morning breeze, with sunlight filtering through the leaves to create dappled patterns, resembling tiny stars. In the distance, a few early risers hurried past, and flowers in the roadside flowerbeds appeared particularly vibrant, nourished by the morning dew.

As the car smoothly arrived at the airport, Monica’s thoughts drifted back to Jason. She could still feel his small hands clutching tightly at her skirt, his tender voice echoing in her ears. She closed her eyes, picturing her son Jason’s expectant gaze.

Almost as if sensing her thoughts, her phone vibrated in her hand. It was a video call from Jason. She answered, and his little face appeared on the screen, eyes still puffy from crying.

“Mom, are you ready to board the plane?” Jason’s soft and sweet voice came through the phone.

“Yes, baby. Mommy is in the lounge, waiting to board,” Monica replied, trying to keep her voice steady and gentle.

“Mom, I miss you so much,” Jason’s voice was filled with reluctance.

“I miss you too, sweetheart.” Monica took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. “Jason, Mommy needs to tell you something. This time, Mommy is going to film a 24-hour live show. Although we can’t call, you can watch Mommy on TV. Grandma and Grandpa will help you, but remember, don’t watch the screen for too long to protect your eyes, okay?”

“Okay, Mom. I will be good.” Jason’s chubby face moved closer, showing his ear to indicate that he was listening. “Mom, remember to take care of yourself and eat on time. And remember, I believe in you!” Jason’s little face was very serious, his love palpable even through the screen.

Monica smiled, tears glistening in her eyes. “Thank you, baby.” Monica felt herself choking up, her heart swelling with warmth. “Remember, Mommy always loves you.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

Jason’s enlarged mouth appeared on the screen as he kissed her.