Bought For A Baby, Kept For A Lifetime-Chapter 96: New Model
Valeria didn’t know why she was suddenly feeling the strong urge to flee when the man’s gaze fell on her.
He couldn’t be mad because of that girl right? She was just an insignificant employee, he wouldn’t care that she’d played a tiny little trick right?
The man turned to the space full of people.
"I was supposed to walk into an ad shoot, not a fucking game orchestrated by a twisted model."
Valeria quickly felt the need to defend herself to him.
"What are you talking about? We’re still shooting the ad, it’s just that..." Her gaze fell on Anne and she made sure to let the latter see the triumph in her eyes, "I felt too tired to continue so I needed a double..."
"The damn shoot wasn’t supposed to take more than two hours, you were too tired to spare two hours on your job?"
The man’s voice was too powerful to ignore, his gaze too frightening and cold she was momentarily at a loss for words.
She, who usually had everything work her way was caught under someone’s strict gaze that it made her unable to speak.
The man didn’t waste time in delivering his verdict as his gaze ran over everyone present in the room.
"Out, all of you!"
Everyone exchanged glances. Could he really call off the shoot just like that?
Wouldn’t that cost the company?
"But sir..." Someone began but stopped abruptly as his gaze landed on them.
Nobody moved to leave, hesitating because they were unsure if he truly meant it.
Present in the shooting scene were the photographers, marketing teams from SE, and some staff from Valeria’s team as well.
What they didn’t expect next was for a single nod from the man to make rows of bodyguards to rush into the scene and begin dragging and tossing people out as if they were ragdolls.
Nobody got the chance to fully register what was going on before they were kicked out.
Valeria who didn’t think it would come to affect her was outraged when one of the guards actually grabbed her without regard for who she was.
"What are you doing? Get your filthy hands off me!" She screeched then whipped her head towards Andrew for help.
"Toss her out." He instructed indifferently. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
"But you can’t... don’t you know who I am? I am the main model of this shoot, you can’t make me leave."
He stepped over to her, standing domineeringly tall in front of Valeria.
Looking up at him this close, only now did she realize how far away this man was, he was unattainable because he was like a powerful storm that could never be contained.
She could never conquer a storm like him.
"You should have thought about that before playing tricks on my people." His voice was so harsh Valeria could have been cut by its sharp edges.
"But...but that girl was at fault, she deliberately gave me cold coffee." Valeria explained in a loud voice as if that would explain why she did what she did.
"If she fed you poison you should have fucking swallowed it quietly. Keep in mind, this is the last time you’ll ever call yourself a model."
Valeria’s face showed bewilderment.
What did he say?
She should swallow poison willingly as long as it was given by that girl?
He’d rushed in here to kick everyone out not to supervise the shoot like she thought.
All for a mere employee?
At this moment, Valeria didn’t really take the second half of what he said too seriously. She had just been momentarily rendered speechless by the part he’d said she should quietly swallow poison if that girl fed it to her.
Without wasting time, the guards began to draw her out. Valeria had never been treated like this before.
She was a queen in her industry and beyond, everywhere she went she got respect.
But someone like Andrew Sterling could treat her like trash and she wouldn’t have the power to fight back.
Despite all the threats Valeria spewed to the guards, they didn’t go easy on her. Tossing her right out of the hotel where many could see, people instantly recognized her and began to film and take her pictures.
A famous model getting handled roughly by formidable looking bodyguards and being tossed out of Paradise hotel wasn’t something people saw everyday.
Her hair had become all ruffled from struggling against the guards, in anger at being thrown to the ground, Valeria stood up hastily, unknowingly, her heels stepped on a torn part of her dress which had happened when the guards were dragging her out the doors.
That quick movement caused a ripping sound to fill the air, cold air suddenly touched Valeria’s bare skin.
The people filming the scene live paved way for the whole internet to witness it all uncensored.
Her heel had stepped on the dress ripping it, the moment she stood up, what laid by her feet was rumpled fabric leaving her body bare for the world to see, the only things keeping her from being fully nude were her undergarments.
Such a humiliating situation, happening to her in public...the model’s face turned painfully red.
Valeria had been about to rashly curse at the guards and threaten to ruin their lives for what they did to her but now she suddenly couldn’t speak, she looked down at herself and shivered then quickly covered herself with her arms.
She couldn’t believe it.
This wasn’t happening to her! Definitely not to her.
Many people were gathered around, eyes all on her.
A few minutes earlier this exact same scene could have been what Anne found herself in, but how did things take such turns that she was now the one experiencing it?
It must be a dream, some sort of illusion, everybody loved her, adored her.
However when she looked around, their gazes she saw were full of disgust and mockery.
"What are you all looking at? Get away from me! Stop looking! I said stop looking!" She became a lunatic yelling at everyone around.
Her true persona was exposed to the world as a tyrannical model as all the assistants who’d previously worked for her flooded the comments with what they hadn’t dared to reveal before, how bossy and haughty she was, treating people like trash instead of being treated respectfully.
The beautiful shooting scene was now emptied. When everyone left, Anne had quickly gone to the changing room to find something to wear.
Everything had happened so fast that she barely got a moment to think.
’If she fed you poison you should have fucking swallowed it quietly...’
Anne couldn’t understand why he’d said something like that.
She couldn’t understand why he’d gone to such extents to defend her.
Perhaps it wasn’t to defend her, maybe he did it because he was annoyed with how the shoot was going at the time. Anne concluded.
She’d watched him give instructions effortlessly, and soon a new set of photographers arrived at the scene.
After changing into one of the clothes the stylists had brought for the shoot and cleaned the heavy makeup dumped on her face, Anne emerged when she suddenly noticed the new photographers setting up as If the shoot hadn’t been interrupted at all.
A new set of stylists wheeled in racks of clothes.
Everything was set and the shoot wouldn’t take too long at the speed these new set of people were working, but the only thing missing was the model.
Anne carefully approached Andrew to ask.
"The shoot Is still happening? But...we don’t have a model."
He gave her a sideways glance then beckoned someone over with a light finger gesture.
"We don’t have much time, get the model ready."
"Yes sir." The young stylist nodded and suddenly looked at Anne.
"Please come with me to the changing room for your hair and makeup."
Anne was caught of guard, with wide eyes she asked.
"Me?!"
