Pandora's Box ~ON HOLD~

Chapter 15- "1 4 3"

Author’s Note:

I love you guys! You guys have done the impossible and get 10 votes on Chapter 14 within 1 day! ONE DAY! What even?! Ahaa, thanks for all the votes and I just can't thank all of you enough! 

Alison x

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Alison’s P.o.V

Friday morning and my mind is still busy replaying the argument me and Niall had. I don’t even know why I snapped. It wasn’t because he called me a bitch because honestly, I would’ve done the same thing if I was in his shoes. It was something else. A sudden twinge inside made me angry and depressed. I wasn’t even on my period so it wasn’t just a surplus of hormones. It was the meeting. I could remember it in full detail. Everything we talked about and we everything we agreed upon.

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(Flashback)

As I stepped inside the plain, canvas-like room, I was instantly greeted by three adults sitting around a table. They were all sat around one side of the circular table and there was an empty seat on the other side indicating that it was for me and me only. One of the men motioned towards the seat and I happily sat myself down and removed the loose strands of hair in front of my eyes and tucked them behind my ears.

There were two men, a huge difference in their appearance. One of them had great white hair, perfectly trimmed and a perfectly shaven face, clear of any stubbles. He was wearing the usual clothes you would expect from older men; khaki baggy chinos and a shirt tucked in, the top two buttons undone. On the other hand, the younger man was nicely dressed. Wearing a full suit, his shirt an alluring shade of purple and his buttons undone so you could see a fair bit of his chest and some chest hair were poking out. It was clear he took pride in his appearance as his hair was styled neatly and he had a morning shadow on purpose. Both men exuded with a strong musk, their colognes slightly overwhelming to the senses. Both men were oozing with charisma and the woman was certainly the same. She was old like one the of the men and her eyes were laced with passion and ambition. Her hair was a perfect bob and her lips were heavily covered by rouge. She had very little makeup on which made her look more natural but her wrinkles were obvious and clear. She too was charismatic. In fact, all of them reminded me of strong, level-headed business men. Just like my dad.

“Hello Ms Williams! I’m Cassandra, Cassandra Blake. Head of STORM Agencies!” the woman greeted as she stood up and leaned across the table, reaching her hand out for a handshake. I carefully shook her hand and smiled at her warmly.

“Let me introduce you to Mr Andrews,” she said as she motioned towards the younger man. He smiled at me, his smile radiating with charm, and he winked at me. “He is one of the most successful models our agency have worked with and he will be here to serve as an example, a guide”.

“And let me introduce you to the main man, Mr. Hilfiger!” she beamed as she looked towards the older man’s way. He stood up from his seat and like Cassandra, he stuck his hand out and shook my hand firmly. He smiled at me warmly, his teeth gleaming under the bright light.

“Wow, you are absolutely gorgeous now, aren’t you?” Mr. Hilfiger commented as he kissed the back of my hand after he shook it. I couldn’t help but blush and stifle out a small giggle. I tried to cover it up by coughing but I just ended up giggling louder.

The four of us conversed and chatted about my ambitions and desires. They asked me why I wanted to be a model, who my role models are, companies I would love to work with and we even looked at my portfolio. The three of them smiling and constantly complimenting me as they flicked through the pages. I couldn’t help but notice how Mr Andrews kept on admiring my eyes as he looked at me every now and then. About 3 pages through my book, Mr Andrews motioned for me to move my chair next to his so we could all look at my portfolio together. Me not wanting to be rude did exactly as what he told me to do but as soon as I sat down on my chair, he stroked the side of my arm, sending ominous shivers down my spine.