Fists clenched tight, Tiffany called her manager, Veronica Ramos right away. “Find out who sent me the anonymous email in the next five minutes. I want his information,” ordered Tiffany. Tiffany believed she could blackmail this person into conceding defeat once she obtained their information. Nobody could ever walk over her. Alas...Five minutes later, Veronica called her again, but she came without good news.“Tiffany, I’m sorry. I found the best hacker in town and used up all my connections and resources, but we still couldn’t break in the sender’s IP address.”“How is this possible? I thought we had the best team?!” Tiffany’s fear had gotten the best of her as her voice raised a few octaves. “Now we can’t even break into an anonymous IP?!”She was the most celebrated supermodel in the world, armed with the finest of resources and best connections. There was no way such a thing could happen to her. “The hacker has skills we can’t compete against. We don’t know their iden
The following day had come, and Veronica came over to pick up Tiffany. Tiffany was dressed in her best gown, face meticulously decorated with makeup. Her mother, Joey Young, walked her to the door. “I’m sorry, Tiffany, but I can’t go to the audition with you today. Your dad and I have a project to discuss after all. We wish you the best for this audition and getting into the final appearance. Mommy knows you’re the best!”“Thanks, Mommy.” The mother-and-daughter duo shared a hug before Tiffany got in the car. Once the door closed, the sweet and innocent smile on her face was replaced by an entirely different look. It was darker. Tiffany had been plagued with anxiety and concern since Charmine’s return. Tiffany knew the truth: Her poor biological mother was sentenced to death three days after giving birth to her. To ensure that her child would have a better future, she swapped Tiffany with Joey’s actual daughter, and poor Charmine was left on the street instead. Would Joey love
Tiffany finally made her appearance in a white linen gown, simple and elegant, as though she came from a classic novel. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders, a floral band rested on her head. The gown fluttered with every step she took, and it was the autumn leaves that danced mid-air in a picturesque scene of a fairytale. Her exquisite face stood out from the other dull and tasteless models, though she still carried a fey-like poise. Her appearance was the personification of heaven on earth as she emulated the beauty of a goddess from a painting. The copy of the necklace was brought to life on her elegant neck.The designer of the necklace, Aida, was awestruck by what she saw. “OH MY GOD! That’s it! She’s the one!” she beamed. “This is exactly what I had in mind. It’s her! We’ll sign her!”“Amazing! Why is there such a pure and refined woman on earth? So honorable and spotless, like a blank white cloth!”“Definitely worthy of her immeasurable fame and reputation for being the bes
In an attempt to save her career, Tiffany quickly reached out and held onto the manager’s hand. “Didn’t we have a deal? That photo was Photoshopped; it really wasn’t me in that photo. I don’t do these things. How could anyone assume the photo is real without asking me first?” she whimpered as tears rolled down her face, touching and convincing. Alas, the innocent face she pulled only reminded everyone of what they just saw on the screen. “We’re deeply sorry, Miss Jordan. Let’s discuss this next time.” The manager pulled her hand away and ordered the securities, “Someone please send Miss Jordan out, and bring her the bill of her damage to the screen.”A few securities came forward and showed Tiffany out, expressions of mockery and disdain on their faces as they did.Tiffany could not stand this poor attitude toward her. She was brought up as the heiress of the Jordan family, treated with utter respect and admiration. She had never been more embarrassed in her life. However much sh
Chris Bailey pulled on Anthony Bailey’s sleeves. “Daddy, Daddy, help Mommy! Someone is bullying Mommy!” he whined. With a passive expression, Anthony reached for his phone, searched for a contact, and dialed it. Once the person answered, he spoke, “Charmine is mine, people.” In the hall, the person-in-charge looked at his phone dubiously before he looked at Charmine who was currently held back by the security. He was scared to death with what he had just heard. Goodness... This woman was Anthony Bailey’s people? “Stop it. Stop! Don’t hurt this lady here!” he shrieked as though downright fearing for his life.What just happened? The securities were befuddled while the crowd went quiet in disbelief. Was she not unwanted? What changed his mind?The person-in-charge walked up to Charmine in an instant and bowed to her. “You must be Miss Jordan. You said you needed one minute, right? Please, take all the time you need,” he sputtered, and rather respectfully at that. “Here at Chane
In the ballroom, Chanel’s executive manager was about to sign Charmine.“Mr. James, are you sure you want to sign a nobody? She has absolutely zero stage experience!” Amelia Jordan protested. “Exactly. She’s just witty! I can bring fireflies to cheat like her, too. Matter of fact, anyone could, but these are cheap tricks that won’t hold up on such a big occasion like tomorrow’s.” “Alright, why don’t you ladies show us some tricks? You’re all pretentious, thinking yourselves as supermodels as you put on dead-like expressions,” the manager refuted. He then turned to Charmine and, seemingly changing expressions in a 360-degree manner, spoke with confidence, “Miss Jordan, please sign here. Just do what you did up there and it’ll do fine. We believe in you.” Charmine sealed the contract with her signature. Pleased, Charmine then turned to Amelia Jordan and spoke, “Miss Jordan, you gotta try harder tomorrow. Please don’t end up foolish like today, losing to some inexperienced person
Chris did not expect Charmine to be so dull; he thought he would have impressed her with what he said about Anthony. He wanted to say more, but Charmine merely carried him and put him aside. “Momo, go back to your father. I have some important things to attend to,” she spoke. “Go home, will you?”“Mommy…” Chris looked up at her with his puppy eyes, in an attempt to change her mind with his pitiable look.Charmine would be lying if she claimed this had no effect on her, but she was reminded of the reason why she made her return.With her focus returned, Charmine hopped onto her motorbike.Poor Chris was pouting so much that his lips might reach the sky; his plan had failed. He had to think of another way.He swung his meaty hands carefreely as the engine ignited. Click!The tire at the back was deflated, slanting the front.“Mommy, your tire was shot by a dart!” Chris yelled as though stricken with fear. “Someone tried to attack you!” Charmine quickly got down from the bike
The unmistakable masculine scent from Anthony entered her nostrils and occupied her senses. With her heart picking up the pace, Charmine was angry and embarrassed altogether.‘Ugh! Nial must’ve done it on purpose!’ she fumed internally.Just as she was about to lash out, she heard Chris from the passenger seat, his voice pleading as he spoke, “Sorry, Mommy, please bear with us. Uncle Nial likes drifting, you see. He was an F1 racer last year.”“Nial, please drive carefully. This is a highway, not a racing track,” Anthony huffed in a low and authoritative tone.Charmine’s voice was lodged in her throat when she heard him. Anthony then held Charmine by her arms and—with a much gentler and concerned voice—said, “Are you hurt?” He had a genuinely concerned face, and Charmine thought she was overthinking things again. She pulled herself up and distanced herself in an instant. “I’m fine,” she replied as she held tightly onto a handler in the van, securing herself.With such a strong g