Protective

Phase Four?

Lana

I had spent enough time focusing on Roman to the point where I almost forgot my promise to Rose. She was going to be captain of the cheerleading squad and I was going to knock Violette March on her ass.

Starting by taking her internship at Icon Magazine. I.M. was the most well known and prestigious magazine out right now. There was no shortage of subscribers and being on the front page was limited to the most exclusive celebrities.

I truly had no idea how Violette even got her foot through the door but I knew that I was going to close it on her.

It was hardly my intention to step over and compete with a fellow girl, she was just so happened to be in my way to the top. Violette March was too great a threat to not put in her place.

I put my absolute best outfit on. I kept adjusting it in the car on the way there. Yeremy had to have been wearing five gold bracelets per arm and next to him I had six different pairs of shoes.

He was absolutely upset about it. Complaining about how this wasn't his job or whatever but I didn't care. I needed opinions.

I was wearing a white oversized button down dress with a small light blue sweater over it. The collar was open which helped me decide on a chunky gold Vivica Oh necklace.

I had a few gold rings on, but I was having trouble matching bracelets.

"Lana, please take these off of me," Yeremy groaned, "All of these are nice. Just pick one."

I rolled my eyes, "It has to be perfect. Which one do you like?"

He looked down at the bracelets then looked back to me. He did this a few times with a thoughtful look on his face.

He grabbed one of the bracelets and gingerly placed it on my wrist, "I like this one."

He didn't even wait before taking off them off of himself and gesturing toward the shoes, "Wear the nude boots."

"Ah," I nodded approvingly, "You actually have a brain. Here I thought it was just a potato."

He laughed as I put on the thigh high boots he recommended. It was actually the best choice. If nothing else, Yeremy had taste.

"I have been meaning to ask you," he started, "How did you get this interview?"

"For my 16th birthday, Dmitri and my father bought two pages of the magazine. They did my hair and makeup expertly for each single photo and I modeled their clothes for them," I smiled warmly at the memory, "I was the talk of the fashion media for about a week. The unknown beauty that appeared just as quickly as she disappeared. Their words not mine."

He rolled his eyes which made me smile, "They have wanted me to come back and do some other things but my father was not to excited about the idea. Seeing as he is now out of the country, I called them and asked to join their internship."

"Just like that they are taking you?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Well, yes," I smiled, "Although it's just an interview. I need to actually prove that I can be an asset before I just join the team. I also promised to model for them a few more times."

"I see," he nodded, leaning back into his seat.

I took a deep breath before stepping out of the car. We had finally arrived and I was a bit nervous as I looked at the building. It was as tall as it was intimidating.

As soon as I stepped into the building, I was greeted by the concierge and directed up to the top floor.

All I could hear was the deafening sound of my heels hitting the marble floor and Yeremy two steps behind me.