Not what he expected

Chapter 4

"Good morning Miss Stiles!" The voice she heard was more far than Heavenly.

Octavia's eyes dilated.

She removed the phone from her ear and glanced at the screen.

Was she talking to God!?

"He...loo." She said again.

"I get that you're Miss Stiles. Right?" The voice came again.

"Yes." She answered, still shocked.

Wait! Was this the Boss himself?

He had a deep alluring voice... She could even fall asleep while he was talking.

"Miss Stiles, I've heard about your Standards."

"And I could give you credit for that.. they're high!"

"I'll be asking you a few questions now.

Brace yourself." He said, and she mumbled a Yes.

Octavia couldn't speak anymore.

If a Man had this voice... Damn! It was a shameful blow to the ladies then.

Though his tone was commanding, it was still sexy at the same time.

She was almost going wet!

"Miss Stiles.. as a Model for a Corporation, what do you think... You should do as your basic criterion so as not to bring a bad name to that Corporation you represent?" He asked.

Octavia scoffed a silent one though.

Did he have to read out a whole paragraph to her?

She knew what to do and what not to do when she was representing a particular Company.

"My basic criterion depends on the company Mr. If I'm just a Model there and my job is to advertise a particular product."

"Then I have no basic criterion to apply."

"But then... If I'm to represent the Company by being its Wallpaper, then......"

"I'll see to it that no scandal can be connected to the company through me..." She answered.

"Hmm... And who said anything about being a Wallpaper?" The voice came again.

" Huh? What else do you need a Model for, Mr?"

"Certainly not to clean the floor. Right?"

"For a Company as yours... You only need a Model for two things."

"Advertise a Product... And Company's Wallpaper. I'm I wrong?" She asked too.

Her lips curved up in a smirk.

Surely they had been talking and didn't know she had a company too.

A Huge one at that!

* * * *

Bennett's lips curved into a smile as he listened to what she was saying.

He didn't even know who that person was.

But Damn! She was amazing.

He wondered how a Model would know the basic need for a Company's Demands.

His lips quirked up.

Another Question.

"Do you have any pictures so far on any platform or Company that has your nudity?" He asked.

This was a serious case and he hated it too.

"No." Octavia snorted.

Was this guy or man crazy? Why would she snap nude for money... When she was a Billionaire?

She loved her Modelling life.... that's why she does them, despite her company life.

"Okay. We'll get back to you soon, Miss Stiles." Bennett said as he hung up.

He turned to Ryan.. that was standing near the Printer.

"Can you sit for Pete's Sake?" He scoffed.

"Tell the Designing Department to get ready with their stuff!"

"A model is coming." He said, and the guy nodded, leaving the office.

* * * *

Octavia stood up from the well-cut lawn grass.

Her eyes adored and worshipped the natural beauty of God.

She didn't want to leave. but work calls.

"Get up Shirley. Work is calling for me." She mumbled, touching the girl that was already asleep.

"How could you sleep when there's so much beauty right in front of you?" Octavia asked as she looked around.

Tch! Shirley hissed, as she stood up.

" What beauty?" She asked, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

Hmm... Octavia shook her head, ignoring the sleepy girl.

Her phone beeped and she scrolled up and down the phone.

A message popped on the screen from an unknown number.

" 66 Snow White Area, Stone's Corporation". COME NOW! It read.

She twitched her lips.

"If only they know who they're commanding like this?" She gave out a small throaty laugh.

The two girls both got into the car and it zoomed off.

• • • •

Her lips folded down her small mouth, so she could properly touch her tongue.

She stood still, watching the company.

She would credit the Architect. It was. Wonderful work well done there. She thought.... as her eyes stared down the wall glass that seem high yet still low.

Her eyes bore down the small blinds that made to clutch the glass wall.

She could see the coaster that was near the laptop, where a small mug was kept by the side of someone... she predicted to be the receptionist.

She smiled and walked towards her.

"Good morning dear. I'm...."

"Octavia Stiles!!" The receptionist was already on her feet.

"Good morning." She greeted me and took out her cell phone.

"Can I take a picture of us together?" The receptionist asked, and Octavia nodded.

She didn't like taking pictures... especially with strangers.

But what would she do? She didn't want to make a bad impression on her stay here as the company's wallpaper and all.

Click. The receptionist took a quick shot afraid, that her Boss would come out any second.

"Who are you here to see Ma'am?" She asked.

"Call me Octavia," Octavia replied, with a smile

"I'm here to see Mr. Stone. 12th floor of the building." Octavia said as she glanced at her phone to check if it was the 12th.

And it was indeed.

"Ohh... this way Ma'am." The receptionist said, with a smile as she walked her to the elevator.

There was no need to call the people there and ask.

She knew who the woman was. The most beautiful Model in New York, and not only that... she was a Billionaire too.

"Whew!" The receptionist grinned, as she looked at her phone.

Surely her I* comment section would be filled tonight!

•••••

Octavia got into the elevator and pressed the 12th button.

She looked up the elevator space-time and saw that she was already there.

The elevator opened and she walked out.

She looked around and there was no office around, except..... a glass room at the other end of the Building.

"Tch! Show off." She mumbled, in her head as she walked towards it.

She Could see a Man.. from the transparent glass, and he was walking out.

She stood at the door and gave it a light knock.

The door opened a little while later and she looked up.

"Good afternoon Mr. Stone." She greeted, with a simple smile.

T. B. C