Chapter forty seven

Sean stood tall and handsome in the white shirt he was putting on, his hands tucked in the pockets of his sky blue slacks, his hair neatly combed and slicked back and his hazel eyes shining brightly with intelligence. He could see them fidgeting and he sighed, then he took slow but calculated steps towards the table. When he dragged out a chair, he saw they flinched and rolled his eyes, he found himself praying they should not wet themselves with him still in the room. He knows why they were like that, they might not be afraid of the cops and could say whatever they want to say, but in an option to be questioned by him, they would choose being locked up in a jail than to face him.

He sat crossed legged on the chair, his eyes never leaving them and they hadn’t looked up at him for once since he stepped into the room. He cleared his throat and began, “who still want to be a model?”

The two ladies looked at each other and then at him but they looked down