All Chapters of The chiseler (BlackBook 4): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Eloïse entirely understood the puffiness of her eyes as she stared at her reflection on a roughly hand-cleaned portion of the vaporized mirror. She had spent close to an hour talking with Ace, another one fantasizing about the audition, and half of the next hour chopped by the tension of the meeting with Leonard LeBeau all of which left her with basically one and a half hours of sleep until her alarm went off.The meeting was scheduled at nine leaving her with barely fifty minutes. Her phone buzzed. Still situated in the comfortable corner of a pastel pink single sofa near her bed where she had flung it the previous night, Eloïse rounded up the application of gloss on her puckered lips before reaching the noisy gadget. "Hey, good morning, Bennie," she used the opportunity to widely spread open the curtains and windows. "How was the journey?" "Safe until now that I found fake ass roaches in my dresses," She calmly said. "With a cutely written supposedly thr

"Good morning, Zaphrina ma belle," Leo, with his thick French-accented voice, greeted as he quickly sprang out of his leather chair to welcome the duo from the door. He kissed both Zaphrina's cheeks before turning to Eloïse, "and this must be the talented future queen of fashion," he kissed Eloïse too who had reddened by the sycophancy. "Eloïse," she said with a radiant smile, even though not asked. She had surprised herself there by not faltering with the whole festivity going on in her head, chest, and stomach. Eloïse was indeed star wrecked. "Oh, wonderful name. Come, come, have a seat." Leonard was a typical ancient French six feet quarter to fifty years old man with glimmering dark brown hair which was always in its signature length and gelled style. His face was impeccably smooth as a baby's skin and comprised of deep dark eyes, a hawk's nose, and small lips. In his costume demi-Saison, he sauntered to his chair like he was afraid to step on an ant which made him seem to be

Having enough of being avoided all morning, Eloïse took it upon herself to hold an iron grip on Beth immediately after they made it home from service. With determination shot eyes, she pulled the chunk of sullenness up the stairs and straight to her room where she made sure to lock it and shield it arms folded. "What are you doing?" Beth asked, struggling to get her sister out of the doorway. "Let me go." "Hey, stop," but as an older, she hadn't to be intimidated by Beth's size and almost hovering height. So she fought back, gently as friendly, until Beth's civilization. "I want us to talk, so will you please spruce up that face," she expected her sister to apply as announced, instantly, but the ball of yarn was adamant. "I'm not repeating myself, Bethany. So do as I say else you're not leaving this room." Bethany hesitated, rolled her eyes, and straightened her face as earlier requested. "No eyes rolling. I'm trying to create a conducive environment here. So you'll walk back, make

Eloïse cleared her throat, "well, given that models have specific criteria required based on distinct modeling agencies, those eligible for this agency, that of course, you attribute to, are confidence, coolness," she unconsciously fidgetted with her pen. "Adequate height, uh, flawless facial ensemble, perfect skin, and—" "Hmph! I'll love it if you were more personalized and a lot more elaborate, if you do not mind, that is." She swallowed, not understanding why she was so uncomfortable with the request. "You..." She saw him nod once. A confirmation of what he wanted to hear. "Have quite some rare attributes, for instance, your symmetric face. It's delicate, smooth, clear, and perfectly trimmed in the right areas. Defined. It has this...naturally coaxing wonderful eyes that completely stands out and gives this sense of seriousness and hotness at the same time. To it is this surgery-free ideal nose; thin, straight, and pointy." She scanned, "your lips...your lips are intricately stru

Her father's meeting with the Indo-Chinese consortium lasted two consecutive days. In other words, two days stuck in their various hotel rooms self-entertaining. Thank goodness for Marila and Bennie's company, and of course, her date to-be's—Craig. When her mother validated her relationship with Craig, she was as happy as concerned and guilty. Not that she questioned her mother's easy endorsement, but the lack of confidentiality she'd proven towards the lady recently, due to her undying and rigid devotedness to her husband, ached. 'Eloïse, tell me, are you having feelings for Craig?' Her mother had asked with a barely detectable tinge of worry. 'Why? Are you against it?' Zaphrina's eyes glistened with sincere joy. 'What mother will be against such good news? If anything, I'm very happy for you.' 'Be happy while it lasts.' Zaphrina frowned. 'Because once you tell dad about this, we don't know what turn it'll take.' With ample understanding, Zaphrina sighed. 'I understand. Pe