SuperStar!

Jessica froze. The name Ethan had just mentioned was one she never would have guessed in a million years—and, frankly, one of the last names she ever wanted him to have issues with in the industry.

Taylor Swift.

One of the biggest artists of her time, a global icon with over 400 awards to her name, including an astounding 11 Grammys. She had amassed billions of streams and downloads, dominated charts for weeks—sometimes even months—and cemented herself as one of the industry's true heavyweights. At this point, it wasn't an exaggeration to say she had reached the pinnacle of the music business.

But it wasn't her accolades or influence that made Jessica nervous. No. It was the army of fans behind her.

The Swifties.

A fanbase so massive and devoted, they had been dubbed infamous for their sheer dedication. Passionate, relentless, and, in many cases, borderline fanatical. And there were millions of them.

Yes, she was at fault. Yes, she was the one who caused the accident. But Jessica also knew how unreasonable some fans could be. It wouldn't matter that their idol was to blame—they would follow her blindly. And if there was one artist with the most fiercely loyal, almost militant fanbase in the world, it was Taylor Swift.

The thought of it made Jessica's stomach churn. She'd seen the way these fans could turn on anyone who so much as looked at their idol the wrong way. They could bury a person's career faster than an online wildfire spread across the globe. Her mind raced as she tried to think of a way to handle the situation, but all she could picture was the storm brewing. Swifties weren't known for forgiving or forgetting, and they were a force to be reckoned with.

Jessica had gone silent on the phone, her mind racing, but Ethan's voice pulled her back.

"Hey, hey, Jessica! Are you still there?"

Snapping out of her trance, she quickly responded, "Yes, Ethan, I'm here."

"Well, what should I do now? Because I—" His voice started strong but faded toward the end, growing weaker.

"Ethan? Ethan, are you okay?" she asked, concern creeping into her voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine… just a little—" His words were cut off by a sudden thud, followed by frantic voices shouting, "Ethan! Ethan!"

Jessica's heart pounded, and panic surged through her veins. "What's wrong? Ethan! Ethan!" she screamed into the phone, the words slipping out faster than she could process.

Then she heard more shouting. "Get him to the hospital! Now!"

Her breath caught, and the sudden weight of the moment left her struggling to breathe. "Hospital?" she gasped, her panic rising to a new level. She was about to scream again when someone picked up the phone, their voice calm but laced with urgency.

"Hey, Jessica."

She recognized the voice immediately. "Oh, Leo! What's going on? How's Ethan?"

Leo hesitated for a moment before answering, "Uh… well, he just collapsed."

"What?!" she shrieked, her hands trembling.

"Relax, relax! Max already rushed him to the hospital. I'm heading in now too. Just thought I should let you know."

Jessica, already exhausted by the situation, exhaled sharply. She was trying to hold it together, but her mind was spinning. "Thanks for telling me."

"No problem. Bye then."

"Wait," she interrupted. "The woman they crashed into… is it really her?" She was still clinging to denial, hoping—praying—it wasn't true. Maybe it was someone else. Maybe there was a mistake.

Leo's next words shattered that hope completely.

"Yes. It was Taylor Swift."

The cold grip of reality squeezed around her chest as the weight of Leo's words sank in. "Okay. No problem. Just make sure no one gets wind of this. And take care of both of them—oh, and Rebecca too. I'm on my way."

Her voice carried finality. This was going to be a disaster, and she needed to handle it. Fast.

Stepping out of her office, Jessica saw her assistant sitting.

"Ben, book a flight to Texas, pronto. Right now. Also, call Bill and tell him to start heading there immediately."

As she gave the orders, her mind raced to formulate a strategy. She had to stop the leak of this news. She had to be ahead of it, at least for a little while, to gain control. A sinking feeling settled in her gut as she imagined the storm that was already beginning to build.

Then, her phone pinged. She glanced at the screen and saw something that made her blood boil.

Her phone was set to alert her about any news involving Ethan Jones, and the headline that appeared in bold letters read:

Crash Course in Chaos: Jones and Swift's Texas Road Drama

Her blood pressure shot up. "Oh, for fuck's sake!" she muttered under her breath, not caring who heard her. She quickly snatched the phone up, just as Ben approached.

"The flight's booked, Jessica. You're all set."

"Yeah, yeah, send me the details," she replied, barely acknowledging him, her mind already elsewhere. She needed to make sure she could minimize the damage. There was no telling how fast this would escalate, but she knew it wouldn't take long for the entire world to know about the collision. The headlines, the gossip—it would spread like wildfire.

As she stormed toward the garage, her phone rang again. She didn't even glance at the screen as she picked it up.

"I need Taylor Swift's manager's number, now."

Meanwhile, as news of the crash between the two celebrities spread, the fanbases of both stars had already launched an all-out online assault, flooding social media with their reactions.