Get a Model

Chapter 2

Two Black cars could be seen driving into the Stone's Corporation parking lot.

Workers could be seen running back to their duty posts, as the car was recognized as that of Bennett Stone.

Heads down on their computers, and a quiet peaceful say.

One would think that there was a ghost in the building.

Bennett Stone had just arrived at the Company.

The Black BMW stopped right before it could park well at the lot since another car had overtaken it by parking first.

"Park somewhere else," Bennett ordered quietly, glancing at the plate of the overtaker's car plate.

" AA3D - DC" He nodded and scoffed.

The driver parked somewhere else and he got down of the car.

His dark damp hair was neatly brushed down with waves...as if it was watered every minute.

His jaw clenched every second. making him look like a Beautiful Beastly Immortal God whose job was to scowl every minute.

His shoulders stood up, in pride and nobility.

His dark Aura blazed with different emotions... As he closed the car door and walked into the Huge Building.

His dark long Suit Jacket flew backward, as the wind blew past him... Making him look more devilishly Handsome.

His feet stepped into the Spacious Building and he looked around.

"Good morning Sir.. welcome back." The receptionist greeted me with a smile.

He nodded and walked away without a word.

As expected of his workers... All heads were down, doing one thing or the other.

He seems pleased.

He walked to a particular cubicle and his gaze sharpened.. as he glared down.

A man was sleeping with a magazine covering his face.

"What are you doing?" Came his deep, thick voice that could make you wet and scary at the same time.

The sleeping man jerked up suddenly with the sound and the voice itself.

Who wouldn't recognize the voice?

"Good morning Sir... I was just tired, cause I did not get enough sleep last night to the converging of..."

"You're Fired!" Came the stern voice again, leaving no place for pleas.

Bennett walked away quickly and got into the elevator.

He knew he paid his workers a huge amount of money.

One the could not get anywhere even though the tried searching... And he expected them to work for the pay.

He pressed the 12th button, which was on the top floor... And in no time he was there.

"Good morning Sir."

"Welcome back." A tall guy with well-built Handsome features greeted.

"Morning," Bennett answered as he walked past him to his office.

"Ryan makes sure.. the IPO does not remain the same this month... And where are they Russian Investors?" He asked, taking out his Suit Jacket.

"They're waiting for you at the meeting room." The tall guy answered.

"What else do I have to do today?" He asked again.

"You have a meeting with the Designing Department a few minutes after the meeting with The Investors... And Lunch with Family." Ryan replied.

Bennett's eyes darkened as he looked up immediately.

"Redo that schedule...and make it snappy." He said, and Ryan nodded.

Canceling the Family Lunch Date.

* * * *

The morning breeze did Justice to the small Olive Tree by the side of the Huge Mansion.

"It doesn't grow more than this?" The soft alluring voice of Octavia could be heard, as she talked to the guards.

"It doesn't Ma'am. it's an Olive Tree, this is how they are." The men there answered.

She nodded, as her lips twitched.

She turned to her Female guard.. and sighed.

"We did not have to come here, Shirley." She mumbled, taking another look at the Mansion that was painted white with a touch of Magneto by the side.

She watched the flowers by each side, as they had begun to wither as if there was no one to tend to them.

Her gaze flew to the Bike that was hung on the other side of the Building..and she hissed.

Her days in this Mansion... were amazing but she had to leave.

Those freaks inside would make her become a murderer if she didn't.

She didn't want to kill anyone at least, not a member of their family.

"You're here." She heard her mother say.

"Yes, Mom." She answered, with a smile on her lips.

"My daughter is amazing... you're officially a Top Model." Her mother winked at her.

Tch! She chuckled and made a face.

"Still your daughter though." She mumbled as she went to hug her mother.

They two hugged warmly and disengaged.

"Your Grandfather is Home." Her mother said, and Octavia's eyes twinkled with excitement.

Her Grandfather was the only family she had except for her mother... others were just strangers.

"But your Step Brothers and sisters are in too." Her mother said again.

The smile that had clung to her lips, had suddenly vanished, replaced with hatred and anger.

"Then I'll be back later. Mom." She smiled, a faint one that did not reach her grey eyes.

"Can't you stay darling? Stop making yourself look like a bad person because of them." Her mother muttered softly.

She huffed... There was no way she would get in there and leave without hitting someone.

They knew just how to rile and switch on her anger button.

She heaved a deep breath and nodded.

"Let's go in Mom." She rolled her eyes and followed the older woman inside.

The Mansion's Hallway had already been decorated... properly for the upcoming event.

Octavia's gaze lowered to the marble tiles that shone with different colors as time passes due to their settings.

She looked around her Huge Castle that she would always play around... when she was little.

Tch! Now it looked like a House used for Halloween.

In a boring...quiet House werewolves lurk around the corner.

She hissed again for the umpteenth time.

They finally arrived at the Living room where everybody was sitting.

As expected all eyes landed on her, as she walked right through the door into the vast room.

"Good morning Grandpa." She went to hug her father, that had a huge grin on his face, as he stared at her.

"Good morning Princess, how are you doing?" He asked, stroking her hair tenderly.

"I'm fine Grandpa, welcome back!" She said excitedly... as she flashed her teeth to the older man.

"Hmm... you're looking more beautiful than I saw in the papers... My Model." Her Grandpa teased.

"Tch! What a Bad Grandpa I have." She mumbled.

*Cough• Since you're here already.

"Let's get back to Business!" A voice from behind said.

T. B. C