Wilson escorted her to the backstage.

It was a cramped room of less than twenty square meters, where three or four dozen young and pretty car models had to do their makeup and change clothes. With other staff members coming and going, the room was crowded.

Emily frowned. It seemed like today's work was destined to be challenging.

"Jackson is here," Wilson whispered.

Emily turned around, finally getting a good look at Jackson.

He wasn't dressed in a suit and tie. Instead, he wore ...