The Offer
Coralie
The honking of the cars outside woke her up. Coralie sat up in her bed and stretched, her hair flowing down her back. The bun she made last night must have loosed overnight.
Cora sat on the edge of the bed, letting her feet hit the cool floor beneath. She slipped into her fluffy slippers and grabbed her silk bathrobe on the way into the kitchen.
The coffee machine next to her was buzzing while she looked out of the window in the kitchen, observing the bustling city of Paris.
There was the obligatory elder couple with the walking cane, a stressed businessman in his navy suit, and a woman in a thick trenchcoat that was definitely too warm for this nice March morning.
It was a nice day, the sun was shining brightly and there wasn't a cloud in sight.
The machine next to her beeped, signaling that the coffee was ready to be devoured by her. She took the cup and made her way outside, grabbing the laptop and sunglasses on the way.
Coralie sat on the rustic balcony with a cigarette between her fingers, checking her emails.
babygirlcori@hotmail.com
Luana laughed at that name, but Cora was into it. It fitted, and the men seemed to like it too.
You've got 3 New E-Mails!
"Oh great" Cora sighed, clicking on the first one.
After reading the first line she moved the mail into the bin. "Can you be my dog?" It read. Hell no. Not with her. The second wasn't any better. It was a request for a trip to Moskau from some bloke, not for her. Not with a 62-year-old man.
The third one was intriguing.
" Hello Coralie,
I've seen your Profile and I just wanted to say that you're a lovely-looking woman. I wanted to ask if you're free to meet next week, from the 04.04 until the 08.04? I'm filming a music video and I think you'd be perfect for it. And I'd like to get to know you a little (been a bit lonely the last time). I need full discretion on this since I'm a public figure.
I'd pay for your flight to L.A and the hotel.
I would love to hear from you shortly.
Have a nice day,
Alexander x"
Los Angeles?! Cora jumped up in her seat, rereading it over and over. He wanted to take her to LA. Whoever this Alexander guy was, she could kiss him.
She could stay in LA and continue her business there, until she got enough money.
A few thousend.
Coralie cracked her fingers and without thinking much, she got to typing.
"Hello Alexander,
I would love to work you. Please give me a call or text me so we can discuss further details.
+33 xxx-xxxx-xx
Have a nice day,
Coralie"
Cora gave Alexander her work number. She made the mistake several times in her newbie phase of giving her private number. After a very creepy text in the middle of the night she quickly changed that.
Now, waiting. If there was one thing she hated more than sleazy old men, it was waiting. Cora finished her coffee and made her way back inside. Changing out of her sleepwear, she trudged into the bathroom.
Today was a relatively boring day. Cora had no dates. Nothing. So Cora did the thing she weaseled herself out of the past few days.
Doing Chores.
Coralie hated the fact that she wasn't a tidy person. It seemed so normal for people to do chores everyday, but Cora did them (if it was a good month) every two weeks. She just couldn't get herself to do them.
She cleaned her flat, put her dirty pile of clothes into the washing machine and cooked a little something for lunch.
After lunch break she ironed her evening dresses and put them back into the closet. She even reorganized her heels and purses, and cleaned her jewelry. She was that bored.
It wasn't until later in the evening that Coralie got a response from Alexander.
Unknown: Hey, Alexander here.
Her heart jumped out of her chest at the vibration of the phone next to her. She was too focused on the movie in front of her. She never saw Lord of the Rings but it was on her watchlist and so she watched it tonight, there was nothing better to do.
Cora picked up her phone and got to typing.
Me: Hey Alexander! Thanks for texting me. So tell me, what is this music video?
Not a second later, the red phone vibrated again.
Alexander: I'm filming a music video. We've released an album a while ago and still need to shoot a video for a song. You don't have a problem with me being "famous"?
Her eyes almost popped out. She must have overread that bit. Famous?
Me: How famous?
Alexander: Like really famous.
Me: Who are you Alexander, do I know you by any chance?
Alexander: My name is Alexander Turner, frontman of the Arctic Monkeys. And a part of The Last Shadow Puppets. Rings a bell?
Arctic Monkeys? The Last Shadow Puppets?Alex Turner. "Oh my..."
Alexander fucking Turner wants to book her. Why? Doesn't he have a line of girls wanting him?
Me: You want to spend money on me when there are girls doing it for free?
Alexander: Exactly, Girls. Not Women. I want a woman with class to accompany me. And I think that you fit perfectly, darling.
Her cheeks glowed red at that. He called her, a Callgirl, a woman with class. Cora giggled at that for the first time in a while.
Me: Alright Mister Turner, count me in. Just sent me the details.
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