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It lasted only a second for me. I have tried anyway to shield my face from my hair, so he would no longer be kissing me.
With all the history with Mr Jensen, I don't want to create another mockery of my life with Mr Stewart. He gave me his blazer to shield me from the paparazzi's cameras,
I borrowed it anyway to hide my real identity if only I would be able to find Blake Jensen, aspects would have been different.
He clasped my hand with him and guided me to come inside the building.
We were walking side by side, our arms were brushing with each other making me shudder in horror again. I could feel the glances of everyone on me. They must be believing I am Mr Stewart's girlfriend.
Some girls were flickering to stare at us, while some were simply furious to even think.
However, I tried to remain calm as much as possible to keep my posture low, I am not going to intrude publicly on anything to make matters even worse.
Besides that, I am a woman with a mission in her mind, and the woman with a mission doesn't let me retaliate the world upside down around me.
When he entered his cabin, he locked the doors for safety.
Maybe I am exasperating him too much, he closed the door for a reason to not get in trouble with me.
When we had our space to converse, he simply sat on the chair and opened his file to read papers while I kept staring at him; thinking about how to begin.
"Ms Ashely Brooke, make yourself comfortable, please,"
He addressed me very gently not like Mr Jensen.
At least some billionaire has their mind sane otherwise, most of them only want to be superior and dominating.
"So???" He raised one of his eyebrows sceptically, his eyes were mischievous for some reason as he knows something about me, something about this world which I have no idea about.
I could see the fainted glint, and a spark in them as he was waiting for me to come, maybe I am over analysing all the aspects without even knowing the whole truth.
But whatever he had in his eyes was gone too soon, only rested there for a tiny moment, now his eyes were all blank.
I need to focus on why I am here!
I need to ask him for assistance, or maybe I need to ask him what occurred in London?
Does he know the man who brought me here?
Does he know where Mr Jensen is?
But before I could scare him off with thousands of questions, I need to inquire him about Sophia.
"How do you know Sophia,"
Words were already out before I could let them stop. Yes, I want to inquire about her but I should have done that later.
"I met her through my agent, she endorses my products," he was busy glancing while flipping the pages. He didn't even meet my stare at him.
So I became silent for a period, to acknowledge all the processes in my mind.
"Is that what you wanted to inquire? That's why you came here?"
"No, absolutely not!"
How ridiculous I am to squander his or my time.
I cleared my throat again and set up my mind to proceed with the discussion further.
"Actually-"
"Actually, what?"
How could I say to him that I need his help financially? It's not that I am begging him for money, I am only asking for a debt, I will return him later with all the interest, but how could I converse with him about my issue.
But when I remember my mother, to her pale eyes, to her wrinkled cheeks, to her lifeless body, I forgot about everything.
"I need your support,"
He was reading the papers but left them in a middle to hold a stare at me.
"Okay, you need my support?" He was being consistent at that time, so what should I explain to him?
That my mother is dying and I am as a daughter is not capable to fulfill my rights?
And should I tell him that I m hiding from the paparazzi because of blame Jensen, and the engagement between us was a fake one!
What should I tell him that my life has become hell, I got almost raped last night, and I might have murdered a man in his late forties.
There is a lot to comprehend there is a lot to understand, but nothing is worse than my life.
"I news your support financially, I will return your money with interest within a year," I firmly replied without making eye contact, I was too busy lurking outside the window, feeling restless always.
The tall buildings always amazed me with their height, above that, Sophia's face was there.
I loathe her.
"I will support you whenever you want, but in return what will I get?"
What? I have already confided him that I will return the money with interest what other things does he expects from me?
" I will return the money with interest?" I suggested to him, that my voice be as quirky as possible.
"No, I don't need it," he stood up and started walking in circles.
"Then what do you need?"
What does he want from me? I have nothing to offer him. Nether I do have money, nor do I have any name of my own.
Then what does he want from me?
"I want you to work for me,"
What?
He wants to give me employment, he wants to give me money without asking me to return it?
What's in his mind?
Should I ask him about London or Mr Jensen?
"Work? What kind of work?"
I was hesitant to mumble something, the last time someone allowed me to do work made me lose everything, even my own identity.
He was the billionaire too, you are a billionaire too.
And the billionaires have nothing but dust in their minds.
"I want you to do modelling,"
What??
Am I deaf?
Or am I hallucinating?
This can't be real!
I have always dreamed of becoming a model, wearing all the luxurious brands and walking on the road as I own it. I have always dreamed of seeing myself on the digital tall buildings.
"You want me to do Modelling for you?"
I hesitated again, my eyes were astonished because of his revelation, my throat was wet due to the enormous conjunction I was feeling, my mind was dreaming everything in a second, my heart was beating, again and again, making me lose my senses and at that moment I realise I was in bizarre.
"Yes. I want you to do modelling for the recent products I have launched,"
I gulped again, life is giving me another chance to outshine and fly high, and I would not be letting that opportunity slip away from my hands.
"Look, Ms Brooke, I want to expand my business, and I want you to join me in the process,"
"Yes," without giving second glances, I blurted out.
He nodded his head and looked at me again, he sat on his chair and started reading the papers he was going through.
Should I ask him?
Should I ask him about Mr Jensen and London?
Yes. I will ask him, " Mr Steward, do you know what occurred in London? Who blasted the bomb? And do you know anything about Mr Jensen?"