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Zeus.
I felt impressed on hearing everything she said.
Maybe it was the fighting teenager behind her that had shown itself for a split moment, while she stood at the stage, nervousness reeking off her.
I wanted to smile softly but it didn't come off as one.
Instead, my lips pursed into a line.
"Join tomorrow"
She was going to say something after.
But she bit back it, and nodded curtly before stomping off home.
I heard the door close and fell on my couch, in a sigh.
This girl was going to be the death of me.
I saw her punctual at nine, in my office premises. Her eyes would hover around every corner and nook of the place and lay on a still stance, before she shook her head and pulled those doe eyes to another. She met Mrs Jane, shook her hand, and introduced herself with a bow to all my other workers.
My eyes travelled along with her, stuck on the way her little long sleeved shirt hugged her curves and that black skirt reached down to her knees. Her feet was struggling to keep contact with those heels.
To this day, my head couldn't fathom around why women bothered to wear such uncomfortable pieces.
Anyway, she slid like a little office assistant, meeting Mrs Jane in her personality and confidence, finally reaching my office.
I saw her pat her hair and adjust her skirt, before Mrs Jane gave her the go
I switched on my laptop and prepared to be super immersed in it, when she stopped at the door.
"May I come in?"
My specs fell down to my nose but I pulled it up with an index and kept rolling my mouse on a blank lptop.
Fucking device wasn't on.
"May I-
"Come"
She didn't have to repeat herself.
I just wanted to enjoy taming her.
"Sit"
My eyes held hers for a second. She looked dressed casually like last night. Not much makeup nor extravagant accesories. Just a pearl necklace and a little eye dressing.
Clean and stoic.
Mrs Jane was waiting outside as per formal rules.
"Did you introduce yourself to everyone?"
I already knew, but her melodious voice that uttered little words made my day. A furious one baked a day.
"I did"
Good.
She sounded....fine, and composed.
"The cameraman and makeaup team would love to have a word with you. We start shooting next week, so make sure to be punctual like today"
Her jaws clenched but she nodded.
However, I noticed a sense of euphoria flicker in her eyes before dying down.
A mystery of beauty.
"I apologise"
My neck stiffened.
She held my gaze and smiled softly, "I wasn't in my right mind last day. Sorry sir"
Sir?
Did she just say sir?
I grimaced but nodded likewise.
My fists curled on my knees.
The first model to reach my house.
And yet, I had been okay with it.
Now this.
She was summoned to my office straightforward.
Most models were just dumped into the shooting sessions, with training and etiquette.
She was here, sitting in front of me.
Jane didn't ask why because she never did.
She couldn't, like Winter said.
"The honorifcs are fine"
She stopped at the door, and I almost slapped at myself.
"Sir?"
Her side profile was insane, that it took me a minute to fathom my head for the words.
I straightened my coat and stood up.
"We have somewhere to go. Come on"
She looked stunned, "But Mrs Jane told me, I would be doing something impo-
I opened the door and gave Mrs Jane my classic side eye.
She trembled, "Not-t-t-t at all! I was just putting it out there-e-e-e. Pleasee..."
She scurried off before either of us could add a word.
"Let's go"
And I grabbed her hand.
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