I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This was why that name was so familiar, the modeling agency basically produced half my country's millionaires and billionaires. There has been practically no model that left there poor, unless they were kicked out. So of course, I have to accept this offer! This is life's way of repaying me!
My voice trying to keep out the excitement, "Jali, I will kindly accept your offer," and I gave him my award-winning smile.
"Great, your limousine will be two blocks ahead, I have some business to attend to first. And please explain to me why me name is Jali when we see each other again."
"Sure Jali, thanks."
This was the biggest excitement I've ever had in my life, and a few minutes ago my biggest excitement was eating my first piece of macaroons when I was 16.
Going two blocks ahead, I spotted a shiny, silver limousine. It might have been my head playing tricks on me, but I just saw myself rich and famous. Were my miserable days over? Duh.
Walking towards the limousine, I opened the door as fast as I could, not being able to contain my excitement. I saw a guy wearing a Louis Vuitton tuxedo, and realized he was the chauffeur. I could see myself turning beat red, noticing I wasn't elegant at all. What have I spent my whole life doing?
I saw thousands, millions, billions, OHMYGAWD of CUPCAKES. Nah, it was my brain again, there were only about 50 (that's still a lot, god), but what could I say? I always try to save money, and haven't seen this much before.
Trying to look all elegant and such, I folded my hands on my laps as I sat down. The chauffeur closed the door for me and sat down at the front.
After 3 hours of the ride, WE ARRIVE
I try to open the door when I noticed the vehicle had stopped, but I kept pulling in and it won't go through! Am I locked in!?! Do I have to climb over to the drivers seat and get out?
Then a man opens the door for me and I realized I was so excited the door was to pull out...like every vehicle out there. I needed to calm. But just when my heartrate was going back to my normal rate, I hit my head as I went out, and blurted out poop, "SHIT", and heard coughs around me. Oops, I guess I don't have any amount of elegance.
As I got out with an eternal bruise on my forehead, I saw the man who opened the door was not the chauffeur. He looked like an upgraded version of Jalor. He also looked very familiar. He was blonde, and his hair looked even silkier than Jalor's. His eyes were bright blue, looked about 3 inches taller than me and he had a hard, triangler, chiseled chin.
"Hello, you must be Aeria. I've heard many things about you from Jalor and I am quite impressed with the impression you have made on him." His voice was angelic. Did he die and come back as an angel disguised as a human? Okay, maybe him dying isn't a compliment, but, hey, I'm trying to describe his nice face and voice here.
Giggling nervously like a maniac, "H-Hi hottie, who might you be?", giggling again. Wow, even I think I sound fake.
Seeing him smirk made me blush even harder than I was, "I'm Errivan Piarre. I manage 4/5 of "Par Amour", and it's a pleasure to be acquainted with you."
Errivan Piarre? 4/5 of "Par Amour?" That's why he looked so familiar!
HE'S THE SON OF THE AGENCY'S CEO!
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