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The meeting went by in a haze. Half my focus was on the meeting, and half my mind was preoccupied with Alexander’s chilling words from earlier this morning. I couldn't shake off the nervous feeling that had been gnawing at me ever since I stepped out of his black Rolls-Royce Phantom.As we entered the company together, I felt numerous pairs of eyes on us, their curiosity palpable, like heat radiating from a fire. Whispers followed our path, and I could almost hear the questions forming in their minds.I scurried away from him as soon as I could, eager to put some distance between us, my heels clicking rapidly against the polished floor. But my reprieve was short-lived. Alexander was there in the meeting. He initiated the meeting, his presence commanding and unyielding. Our eyes met various times throughout, and each glance felt like a dagger, making me groan internally.My thoughts were interrupted when Zara approached my desk, her presence a welcome distraction. She handed me a thick

I got up from the chair and shoved my hands in my pants pockets. "There’s no reason for me to pick up your calls, Carolina," I said firmly. "After what happened and the stunt you pulled, it’s reasonable."Carolina’s eyes welled up, her mascara starting to smudge, making her look even more pitiful. I would have consoled her before, but knowing her for the past few weeks, I felt no sympathy for her anymore. Her tears didn’t move me; they only served to highlight her manipulative nature."You don’t understand," she began, her voice breaking into a pitiful sob. "I did it all because I love you."I scoffed at her choice of words, feeling a bitter laugh bubbling up inside me. She wouldn’t have done what she did to Luna or betrayed me if she had any genuine feelings for me. Love? No, it was obsession, a twisted fixation, nothing else."I told you last time to stay away from me, and yet here you are," I said, my voice cold and devoid of any emotion.Her painted lips trembled, and she took a s

Unpacking my makeup kit, I set to work. "Close your eyes and try to think of nice things," I suggested, hoping to relax her.Giana barked back, "I can't think of nice things right now!" She was already wearing foundation, so I skipped that part and moved on to her eye makeup. For the shoot, the look was supposed to be light and romantic, a stark contrast to her current mood.I started with a soft, shimmery champagne eyeshadow, sweeping it gently across her lids to create a bright, open look. Next, I blended a warm, light brown into the crease to add subtle depth without overpowering the delicate shimmer.I lined her upper lash line with a thin, precise line of dark brown eyeliner, just enough to define her eyes without making them look harsh. Finishing with a coat of volumizing mascara, her eyes now had a soft, romantic allure.Feeling satisfied with the eye makeup, I moved on to her lips. Giana's lips were naturally full and pink, so I opted for a sheer, rosy gloss from Belle Amore t

My gut told me something was going to happen. Something bad. Ever since I arrived, an uneasy feeling had settled in the pit of my stomach, gnawing at me like a persistent itch I couldn’t scratch.After the shoot wrapped up successfully and we packed up, I hurried back to my room, eager to call Aaron and Jaime and hear their voices. But when I checked my phone, a sinking feeling of frustration washed over me—I realized the battery was critically low, teetering on the edge of dying.Cursing my carelessness, I quickly typed out texts, letting them know the shoot went well and that I would be home by tomorrow. I hoped the messages would reassure them, even if my phone couldn’t last through a call.The idea of not hearing their voices left me feeling even more disconnected. As I sent the messages, I mentally berated myself for not charging my phone earlier.The battery icon blinked ominously, reminding me of its impending demise. I plugged my phone into the charger, watching as the battery

The man with the scar approached, a sadistic sneer twisting his features. "Everything," he replied, his tone dripping with malice. The single word sent chills down my spine, my body involuntarily shivering in response.He glanced at his partner, the one with the bushy beard, then let his filthy gaze wander over me again, his eyes lingering on every part of my body as if he were mentally undressing me."Her lips look so tender. I wonder how tender the rest of her body is," he said, his voice lecherous and filled with vile intent. His eyes glinted with a dark, twisted pleasure as they roved over me, making me feel exposed and violated.The bushy-bearded man remained unfazed, his expression cold and detached. "Until the boss arrives, we're not to behave improperly," he warned, his tone flat."But the boss did say to take care of her," the scarred man countered. The implication hung heavy in the air, making my skin crawl.Desperation surged through me, and I yelled, "Let me out of here!"