CHAPTER EIGHT (Stop The Media cont…)

Helen

I tried to open the door, but it was locked. The fearful feelings burned harder in a higher flame when I noticed from the side mirror 4 extra cars following us, each with their parking light on, tailgating each other in close range. 

In frustration, I hit the glass window several times, but it showed no sign of breaking. Just when I gave up hitting the window and turned timidly towards the driver's seat, a voice brought me to calm.

“We're not kidnapping you, ma'am, my boss requested to see you” 

“I don't care how powerful Mr. Rex is, he can't just pick me without ta…” I was short of words like someone who was robbed at gunpoint when I followed the voice to see who was talking. Entirely not what I expected, although he was also in a suit like the other guys that came to get me in the hospital ward, something I couldn't explain deciphered him from mere guards.

We sat on the back with his legs crossed, it was Mr. Philip, THE FATHER OF THE GAME, he had a demeaning expression on his face. I remained calm for a moment, trying to fix the puzzle in my head. Things that's happened since yesterday have brought nothing but tears, if only they settled with tears, but brought confusion as well. 

A while ago I was saved by a benevolent gentleman who happened to be the anonymous boss of Classy Heels. Later got involved with the head of the most popular media company which is interested in my body or ruining my career. Now again I'm in the same vehicle with the COO of Triple Friends Group of Company who claims his boss wants to see me.

The puzzle kept skipping till I got the right courage to lift my face and asked him, 

“Who Is your boss, Father?”

His face lit up a bit when he heard me call him father, that name alone must have made him believe I was not just a random person, that I knew him as much as he knew me. 

“Why did you call me father?” he asked with a smirk.

“Well, every model knows you as the father of models. At least you're all over TV, and social media as the COO of Triple Friends Group of Companies” 

“I see, I love your charisma. Tell me more,” he said, clearing his throat.

“All my life I have been dreaming to work with your company Classy Heels and I have been working towards achieving it.  My manager, Bobby, told me many things about you, and your company and how working with your company could be a boom to my career. It was almost a dream come true when I represented Elite Modeling Agency at the fashion show last night with you as one of the judges. I felt I was pushing closer. But now everything is gone.”

“Why did you say so?” he adjusted and stared at me.

I parted my mouth to tell him about the incident that had occurred earlier between me and Mr. Rex, but his voice played once again in my brain.  “Even Mr. Philip can't help you” I shut my mouth and pretended like I was lost for words. I have already gotten myself in a media book, I can't afford to be a thing of gossip in the mouth of top personalities like Mr. Philip.

“Nothing at all, I just don't see the need for him anymore,” I said with a grin, trying to derail from the topic. His stare was deep and unavoidable, he looked at me like he knew I didn't say the truth.

“Well, you're all correct, people call me father and CEO because I run almost everything in Classy Heels, and I often appear in news headlines, but I'm not the CEO. My boss's name is Lucas Dowell. He's the head of Classy Heals and the next CEO of Triple Friends Group of Companies. He was the one that save you last night, that came to your rescue last night. I'm afraid he had a thing for you, I'd advise you to stay low and play along.

I sat with my mouth hanging in the air, believing him was impossible. I came to understand the lifestyle of top CEOs in the industry. They just have to identify who they like in the industry and sleep with. I understand why he saved me last night, he wanted me for himself. 

Tears wouldn't stop wailing in my eyes, 

“I want to stop now” 

I said with a trembling mouth that tried to hold the tears in my eyes. “Why, I'm sorry It's impossible we're already here”

Immediately, I beheld the building of my dreams– Classy Heels Company. I looked with all the surprise on my face, everything somehow felt in place, and for once I felt achievement. I don't know, but I smile at the building. Forgetting all my troubles. All the hurdles of the day had fallen backward. 

We didn't need the parking lot to alight. The driver drove straight to the entrance, and we got off and headed inside. The inside was the most eye-catching place I have ever seen. Comparing it to Elite was like comparing a stool and a chair. The walls are made of glass, aligned with what artists called gold plates, which was the opposite of Elite.

Everyone was just docking their head to Mr. Philip as we passed, and I could help but wonder why they gave him such respect when he was not the Head of Classy Heels. “Lucas Dowell must be something more,” I thought to myself.

Inside the elevator, one of the bodyguards pressed some numbers and we ascended. The elevator opens in front of the first door among 5 doors on the floor. There were 4 men in front of the door, which bow slowly to Mr. Philip.

He said nothing but turned back and nod to the guards that came with us. Like someone walking with instincts, they all find their places behind the other body guys.

After about 3 mins of waiting, the door opened, emitting a fresh smell that nearly knock me down.