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truth to be told I am not ready to face Mr Stewart when I am too late on the first day of my new journey. I am alone with my thoughts while having an image of Blake Jensen in my head.
why the hell does he come again in my life? it would have been much better if he never appeared near to me again.
I composed myself, my posture in a manner of walking straight as those models walk on ramps after all I am going to do what I have planted in my dreams for too long.
the elevator alarmed me that my destination has finally arrived, so in crossing the hurdle of my life jumped on the floor, right ahead of his cabin and knocked.
Within a second, I found myself getting pulled by his arm.
And I felt my back against the wall. His hands were pressing my arms while he had anger in his eyes.
"What were you doing?"
What should I say? That I have somehow encountered with Mr Jensen, and it sounds rubbish as hell!
"I-
He sceptically arouses his eyebrows while glaring at me again.
-I-
There are no words left in its head to say something to him. My heart was beating fast, bickering all the names in my chest and my eyes were wandering in all directions,
" shhh." He put his index finger over my lip and being the person filled with anxiety, I did what I shouldn't have done in a sane condition.
I licked my lip, it means I licked his finger, and it is gross.
I saw something articulated appearing in his eyes when my heart was constantly beating inside my chest, averting danger in all possible conditions.
He closed his eyes and punched the wall with his fist, he almost made me jump from the horror of his unusual behaviour.
When I saw him again he was at a respectable distance from me. On the other side of the room in his cool composure, adjusting his tie as nothing had occurred here.
I opened my mouth to say something but no sound came and even if I tried to do so he shut me up.
"Forget it! Get ready we are having your first shoot!"
Shoot?
Am I not going to have training?
But when I saw him again I found him getting completely mad. Therefore, I did what he was directing me to do so, I waited alone in a nearby room where the whole team arrived, from makeup to dress, from hairstylist to photographer, everyone arrived there, and what I was doing at that time? I was getting shrink second by second due to the level of my anxiety.
Their eyes were on me and my eyes were on nothing.
"Do you think Michael that she can do it?"
"She can't even stand, look at her posture,"
"She looks like a limp!"
"How do you think she will pose to get a perfect picture?"
"I don't understand why Mr Stewart is wasting his or our time!"
I kept listening to all of their voices while regretting why the hell I came in the first place!
When I don't know anything, I am still a girl who lives on the road, who has nothing in her mind?
"Ms Brooke, are you comfortable?"
A man in a white shirt asked me, he was mischievous, I could see a smirk forming on his face.
No, I am not!
The colours of my face have been deprived away, the fear was evident in my eyes when I felt myself under the spotlight. And the camera we being directed at me.
A girl came to give me a dress, it was a sweetheart neckline bodycon dress with puff sleeves in bold mocha red colour, reaching up to my upper thigh.
She directed me to wear it so I went to change my clothes and after a minute I wore it, the backside zipper was not comfortable with my skin, my curvy body was not handling it passionately and there is no way I can do it with my hands.
Why do they make dresses with a zipper on the backside? When we need another person to do the function!
The knock on the door alarmed me that the time is running out and there is no way I can do it alone. The seat started forming on my body, and my hands were getting cold, the anxiety in my started to form.
The knock came again, it's been half an hour and I am still stuck with the problem of fitting myself in this red dress.
What should I do now?
I cannot go in this style and behave like a model, the humiliation will make me feel like a clown when all the eyes were watching me their keen eyes.
My whole body vibrated again when I heard another knock.
"Ashley?"
It was Mr Stewart's voice,
I have decided what I am going to do, I will quit and leave this city as soon as possible with my mother. I will become a servant in another city and take care of my mother.
Away from everywhere. Away from my dream, away from Blake Jensen, away from Sophia, away from Mr Stewart, and away from paparazzi.
At least my life would be peaceful.
"If you didn't come, I will smash this door!" I heard his voice; hard as stone.
His voice made me more panic with horror.
What should I tell him? That I can't even solve the simple difficulty of wearing a dress?
And when I lost in my crisis I heard him crashing the door, in a second the wooden piece was on the floor, revealing me straight to him.
He glanced at me from head to toe then shrugged his shoulders again.
"Is there any problem?" He raised his dark eyebrows and looked at me again, my whole world was as empty as hell at this particular moment because I was ashamed of all the possible scenarios.
"Yes. There is one problem,"
I moved and showed him my back, he hesitates for a second and then I felt his cold fingers on my bareback.
I could feel he was trembling as I was, and the air around was too timid to handle any pressure.
My mind was not sane enough in this situation to tolerate anything else. Therefore, I closed my eyes and then the image of Blake Jensen appeared in front of my eyes.
"Done," I heard him whisper. His whisper made me shudder for a moment. His arm was still on my waist.
I cleared my throat to get his attention, to get him to know that it was the right time for us to attend the photo shoot. Otherwise, we will be late and regretful for the rest of my life.
His cell phone started ringing when he was too involved in glancing at me.
He answered the call, his eyes widened as he has seen a monster then he excused himself.
I released the breath which I was holding for too long.
Maybe I should try again.
I closed the door behind me and walked to the setup where everyone was waiting for me.
It almost took half an hour to get my makeup and hair done.
"Ready Ms Brooke? "
From getting anxious to even taking a single step to perform a professional photoshoot, from doing working as a servant to wearing luxurious clothes, from being nothing to being something, from always looking down to looking at the tall buildings, from being a follower to becoming a leader, my journey is going to start when I heard the sound of camera click, and flashlights appearing into my vision.