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That was the problem. Valentine didn’t know where William’s—their—house was located in spite of how many times she had been there. That was her fault for not paying attention to the directions, always complaining and zoning out of herself.
“Why did Sofie leave that soup to you again?” Missy opened the pot, letting steam escape from being trapped inside. The scent of almost every ingredient combined, hovered itself in the air.
“She told me it’s ours now. We can return the pot to her soon, though.” She looked at the both of them then continued, “are you both hungry?”
Missy closed it back again and shook her head, disagreeing. “What about you, D?”
Delilah held up her hand, gesturing them to wait as she continued typing down on her phone. Her brows were almost scrunched together and her thin lower lip got bitten by her upper teeth.
“What are you busy again with, D? Is i
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It was already night. The sun had hidden itself from sight, dimming their part of the world. The chirping the crickets created seeped through the open windows and the satisfying noise entered Valentine’s ears. It indicated peace and quiet. The entire day was quite eventful.Her arms were spread wide on the bed while her legs dangled off. Her eyes got stuck to the ceiling right after she had worn her night clothes. The memories from earlier kept on replaying itself uninvitedly and it was making her annoyed.She had managed to shift her thoughts to another one. Job. She needed a job. Then she remembered Missy – she was willing to work at William’s shop. Valentine stood up and stretched her arms, yawning. She made her way outside her room and went to William’s.Her knuckles banged against the door twice. “William? Are you awake?”“Come in.”She went inside. He was on his expensive-looking chair, back str
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To Valentine’s luck, she managed the shop perfectly. There were not that much problems, her co-workers were easy to get along with, and the costumers were somehow quite easy for them to please. She wondered how Delilah was going, and Sofie too.She watched Missy crack jokes with the co-workers now that it was their time to close down the shop. The co-workers waved farewell as they left. Giggles and gossiping erupted from them right after. Meanwhile, Valentine and Missy waited outside.“When will William pick us up?” Missy tied her hair up into a ponytail.“He’ll be here any second now,” Valentine muttered. It made her smile a little realizing that he had become their personal driver.Not a minute longer, William pulled over in front of them. Missy pulled herself to the front seat while Valentine to the back seat.Valentine noticed William fix his rear-view mirror and she caught his eyes through it. “How was
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They got up early in the morning to prepare. William advised Valentine to wear something white as the top then skinny jeans for her training as it’s what she needed first considering that she was still a beginner in all of this. They ate their breakfast together in silence.As Valentine pulled the backseat car door open, William questioned her, “why don’t you want to sit on the front seat?”She panicked. “Because sitting on the front makes me gassy?”“Since when did you started farting when sitting at the front?”Valentine brought her hand up to her mouth then faked a cough, “come on, M might have died waiting for us.”Fortunately for her, William disregarded his concern. The both of them got in the vehicle then headed off to Missy’s location. She was waiting outside, waving her hand frantically at them through the tinted car windows. On her right hand, was a paper bag.Missy,
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“You’ll see,” he said. The elevator dinged in a different tone, indicating that they were now on the floor where William’s office was located.Valentine stepped back to the center, readying herself before the door opens. Once more, unexpectedly — which she needs to get fond with —, William snaked his hand to hers, intertwining the fingers tightly. Unfortunately, it was too late for her to complain.The familiar face of a woman Valentine recently met greeted them with a huge smile.“Pepper?”“Sweetie!” Pepper beamed.“What are you doing here? You work here?” Valentine’s mind was filled with confusion. But she managed to take a little trip back to a minute ago. “You’re training me?” She walked first out of the elevator, fingers still intertwined with William’s.“Pepper is a professional model trainer; as she’s been training the com
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“That’s it. Just keep walking back and forth, sweetie. And don’t forget to keep your body straight.” Pepper gestured her hands to her own body as she instructed.Valentine nodded aggressively. She sighed then a shiver came to her, causing her to shrug her shoulders.“Sweetie, you, on the sofa,” Pepper spoke as she pointed her finger at Missy. “What’s your name?”Missy tucked her phone in to the pocket of her jeans as she widened her eyes at Pepper, trying to wake herself up from her sleepy state. “Who? Me?”“Yes, sweetie.”“My name is Missy.”Pepper gestured her hand in the air. “Come along. Come with me, we need to get something from upstairs and I need your help.”“You’re leaving me?” Valentine interrupted.“Keep practicing until you can’t feel your feet. Also, maybe push your hips a bit more as
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Her brows met and her nose scrunched up, disapprovingly. “There’s nothing wrong with telling me what you feel. Doesn’t it feel good to have the pain let out of your chest for once?”William smiled at her then nodded. “You’re right. Thank you, Valentine.”He was hurt because of his family and she treated him unfairly. Somehow, she felt her heart open up to him. She wanted to reach her arms out wide then give him a hug. She struggled to find words.Knocking came from outside the glass doors, then Missy and Pepper came inside, two pairs of shoes on Missy’s hands while Pepper had one pair of shoes with her. The both of them stopped in front of the couple as they shifted their eyes from Valentine to William, then vice versa.“Are we disturbing something?” Missy asked, giggling nervously yet alarmingly.“Did you two need more privacy?” Pepper asked.“No,” Valentine
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She blinked multiple times, trying to keep her balance, as she attempted to sink in his words. Why was he looking only at her? Did he want to eat lunch with her only? Did it mean Missy’s charms didn’t work on him? She was becoming nervous and scared (that he might have really fallen in love with her), plus the coldness of the air conditioner made her worse.William cleared his throat, “no, I mean let’s all have lunch together. We have our own cafeteria here, so we don’t have to go outside,” he rephrased his first sentence. “You can take off those shoes, Valentine, your feet need to rest.”“What about the shoes?” Missy inquired.“I’ll just have Lucy return those after her lunch.”Quickly, Valentine replaced the six-inched heels with her own shoes. She sighed in relief, knowing that it had ended. Though, she was permitted to take a few-minute breaks earlier while she was being tra
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They started eating their own food in silence. The silence they’re all giving indicated how tired they were for the entire morning as they had themselves focused with their own lunch. As minutes went by, the canteen now became packed with employees coming for lunch. When the quadruple finished, Missy checked her phone.“I’m full,” Missy sighed heavily in relief then leaned her back. “What time are the models coming, Will?”He emptied his drink then placed it on his tray. “I had Lucy mail them to come by one sharp.”“Well, we’re still twenty minutes early,” Missy said as she patted her tummy. “Let’s talk. V, what do you want to talk about?”“You do know I’m not good with starting conversations, M.” Valentine playfully glared at Missy then laughed.“I’ll start for you, sweetie.” Pepper volunteered by raising her voice up to be heard
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