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Zeus.
A living piece of art, her presence both captivating and unforgettable.
Her eyes were like shimmering pools of emerald or sapphires, reflecting a depth of emotion and intelligence.
Her hair cascaded in waves of silk or fall in an effortlessly styled bob, framing her face with an almost ethereal grace.
Her skin had a luminous quality, like it’s been kissed by the sun, glowing with a natural radiance that enhances her allure.
Her smile be was both radiant and disarming, with the power to light up a room and convey a warmth that drew people in.
Her style was a mix of elegance and originality, reflecting her personality—whether it’s a classic, timeless ensemble or an avant-garde outfit that makes a bold statement. The way she carries herself—graceful, confident, and unassuming—might be depicted as a dance of poise and self-assurance.
I had no words to evoke my wonder and admiration, capturing not just her physical appearance but the essence of what made her truly amazing.
She had to be in my company now.
She had to be my model.
I rung the bell and in came rushing inside, Mrs Jane, my personal assistant.
Her spectacles were falling in the spur of the moment.
"Summon her now"
She kept dabbing her nose.
"Sir, who-"
'She", I flashed my phone across to her, "Mrs Winter Hudson should reach this office in thirty minutes"
She kept nodding, like a toy parrot and rushed outside, leaving the door open.
I gave her a warning glance before she walked back again, tumbling her papers, closing the steel glass.
Its transparency gave me an evident view to what my hardwork for the past ten years had created. A company flourishing with designers, editors, artists and models.
We were the auctioners for this ceremony and our team of exquisite artists had shortlisted ten candidates whom we wanted to purse.
And most definitely they had missed a gem in the process.
Winter.
One look, and I couldn't take my eyes off her.
The silky gown and her ethnic glow was natural and pragmatic.
I enjoyed the way she bit her bottom lip, flinched at any strange attention and smiled without showing either fear of emotions.
Like her name, she ran shivers down my spine.
It had been months, since I was struck by a woman.
Hopefully, I didn't stammer in front of her.
WINTER
"So your summoned there?!"
Isa's eyes were widened in shock.
I sighed and rubbed my face in frustration,
"I said, my classes didn't allow a sudden invitation like that. So that woman kept crying and pleading. I promised to reach by tonight"
Isabelle was starstruck to even make out a proper word.
"No Is, not such a big deal for me. Honestly, don't even think about pushing me into problems and laughing, because I do not care okay?"
"I do not care!"
Right when my mouth closed, the phone began to ring.
It was an unknown number, and Isabelle looked most excited.
"It must be him!", she squeaked. Mimicking a poor act of an unconscious girl, she sipped her coffee and forced to put it on speaker.
I didn't.
Until the phone call went a voice tone.
My fingers actually slipped, I swore.
Isabelle literally gasped, catching attention of everyone in the cafe. This girl..
"Keep it low"
"You didn't just cut the god's phone, did you?"
"A god?!"
I smirked, and scoffed with indignation, "You just didn't refer to a human as god. I am pissed as f**k"
"Oh you should be"
"What?"
"Pissed.....you just cut his call!"
"By mistake. Look I will call back, and you have no idea whose calling-"
The phone buzzed again.
This time, my throat bobbed with anxiety.
If this was who she said it was, then I didn't wanna pick up.
But how long until I ran away from my reality?
"Pick it", she glared.
I did.
A sharp note screeched across my ear.
"WHERE ARE YOU, MRS WINTER HUDSON? THE CEO WANTS TO MEET YOU ASAP! I MIGHT LOSE MY JOB IF YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE SERIOUSNESS OF THE SITUATION"
God.
I wanted to jump away from the crowds and squeeze into nothingness.
"Winter, what happened?"
Isa kept staring at me.
I took the phone and gushed it to her ears.
Her skin twitched and she cut it.
"Darn that woman can scream"
"I know"
I kept staring at the table, my head a blank space. Taylor's music gushed in the background giving me belittle hope.
"Should I-
"GO"
Isabelle was stern on her decisions. "Trust me. Me not coming there during the ramp walk due to a work emergency, and you slaying the walk, being the talk of the town, with my f*****g gown, and catching majestic Zeus's eye, with this goddamn attitude .......is all for something"
Something.
That something was going to consume me, for sure.
My chest heaved.
Last few days were the death of me.
Calls from media channels, and magazine photoshoots, the girl who came from a small town in Vintage was too much for the greater companies to handle. So the minute my name was around, floating, "Winter struck in summer", with such funny headlines, I was trying to catch Isabelle in a call, to shout at her for leaving me alone on this.
She too didn't pick me call!
Until now ofcourse.
"Go, Winter ! This is your chance to shine! You should take this. Zeus, my god, is the man who makes people shine and you were born to-
"I am still furious at you okay?"
She rolled her eyes and tongue simultaneously and scoffed.
"Whatever. Just don't regret I told you this now. Don't leave med school all of a sudden. Hear out Zeus and make a decision"
I didn't know if this was a great idea.
The back of my head was denying it.
But my heart was speaking for itself.
"One visit wouldn't hurt"
Isa's eyes widened, "Oh yeah!", she put her hand out for a fist pump I didn't return.
"Loser", she sipped her coffee clean and stuffed the sandwich inside in one go.
Choking and tearing up, she swallowed it.
I watched, it like it my daily cartoon show and stood up to leave.
"When?"
She looked up at me, doe eyed. "What?"
I wanted to laugh.
"When should I go?"
"Tomorrow, or tonight?", she added a sense of doubt at the end, giving uncertainity, "Tonight won't be a good idea unless it is a very important matter, and it sounded like a very important matter, so maybe you should go for-
"Tonight, by bus. Okay", I gave her a thumbs up.
She stood upto leave as well.
We walked to the front and paid. We never went dutch, it was an inside rule for the oldest to pay for the youngest unless she is broke. In case she is, she should admit that, and then the youngest would.
Since Isa was three months older, she must have atleast accomodated half the coffee dates we had since were friends.
And like always, she pulled out her card to pay.
After the p*****t was done, I noticed she used her credit card.
"Isa, what the-
Her eyes squished, "I want to, today. Just forgive me"
I looked at her, and sighed, "I always do"
"I know", she cracked into a beam of laughter, "Race you to the road"
Fucking hell, this girl.
I ran after her, smiling.
"Mrs Winter?"
I couldn't sleep.
It was the only reason why I booked a bus online to get to Whistlington, seven kilometres away, in a simple black top that reached my knees, and a decent coat to keep me padded.
The cold wind hit against my face, as I landed in front of a huge apartment, that Mrs Jane messaged me.
Though she kept calling with a minute interval, I denied either of it.
Until I reached the aparment complex upfront.
It was the most lavish and lush of apartments.
The building showcased a unique and striking architectural style. It had sleek, modern lines or a classic, sophisticated design, with a mix of materials like glass, steel, and stone.The façade was constructed from high-end materials such as polished marble, granite, or premium metal cladding. Glass panels or large windows were cupped in high quality glass. The surrounding area was typically well-maintained with manicured gardens, stylish outdoor lighting, and possibly even water features like fountains or reflecting pools. High-quality landscaping enhanced the overall aesthetic and provides a serene environment.
The entrance was grand and inviting, featuring a well-designed lobby area.
A concierge smiled at me and demanded name, address, reason of visit and the room number.
I gave what Jane addressed beforehand, and made my way to the elevator.
For a moment, I was struck by the exquisite lightining and architectural effects when I decided to keep moving, my eyes strcitly on the floor.
Or else I would be hungry enjoying the rich set up instead of completing my cause for the day.
Besides I had one hour to talk and leave, by bedtime.
My plans didn't revolve anything around sleeping there or anything.
It was just........Mrs Jane's urgency and my mind's fidgeting that landed me there, at eight at night, in a CEO's bedroom chamber.
Four floors and the elevator dinged.
I walked to 402, alongside classic wooden doors with individuality.
I paused before ringing the bell.
What if he had slept off?
Was this rud-
"Come in"
The door opened.
I looked for him, but he was nowhere to be seen.
Silence.
I pushed the door to find it wide open for me.
Nobody to recieve or open the f*****g sandalwood door.
How the hell did th-
"Its automatic."
The depth of that voice.
Jesus.
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