"I love you eternally. I love you as much as there are stars in the sky."
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Anaya just moved into a new city to escape a mother. She meets her neighbour who makes her feel like everything is right in the world. Her life is only just beginning to...
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"Listen, I need someone to...Yes, just send someone over to pick her up. I... No, right now, we have a shoot in two hours, Brian...2 hours. Yes, I don't care if you send a plane, the pope, a submarine, just now," Malika stressed, getting into the elevator.
Malika had spent the entire morning arguing with a model. Apparently, her boyfriend, Bill, didn't want her doing any more lingerie modelling. Something about boundaries. It pissed her off for more than one reason, one; boundaries are a thing one sets about themselves not regarding other people.
She had tried to explain to her that he's just using it to control her, but no...they are in LOVE. Secondly, he was an annoying dope with mommy issues who always trashed the set when he was around. Lastly, and most importantly, she was Malika's lead model, she had designed a set specifically for her body type and now she'd either have to have her come in by force, alter it in the next thirty minutes to suit another model while somehow managing to be on time for her press conference, or do the shoot without her center piece. All situations that just genuinely pissed her off.
"Brian, I'm so stressed right now, you know what, don't send someone, just get my office prepared. What size is Belle? A size 16. Okay. Give me her..." Malika was cut off by a soft body crashing into her. The faint scent of cinnamon caressing her senses. Unable to break away from her conversation, she mumbled an apology before power walking out into the lobby.
"Sorry, her measurements in centimeters...104, 84, 109, okay. I'm on the way. Push the press conference back by twenty minutes for me. Belle will be doing the show next week, prepare Flo's last paycheck, no recommendations, I'm done giving her chances. Okay, bye."
Flo had quit on Malika over ten times in the past six months that she had been dating that waste of oxygen. On top of that, he had disrupted more shoots than she had attended, pulling her in to make out sessions mid camera shots, trashing the snack tables, Malika had once found him napping in her office with mustard all over her new sketches.
She was lucky Malika wasn't going to blacklist her and stop her from getting a job in modelling ever again. Then again, the termination notice would do that for her.
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Walking past the only other door on her floor, Malika was surprised to see the building maintenance at the door. She waved at them tiredly before unlocking her door and essentially pouring into her apartment.
Looking at her trembling hands, she pushed down my anxiety attack, she'd deal with it in a moment. Malika headed into her kitchen, grabbing her watering can, filling it up in the sink.
On auto pilot, Malika walked around her apartment watering every plant. Her love for plants had come from her dads, whose house was full of plants and had been for as long as she could remember. Watering them was her way of de-stressing during the week, knowing that once every few weeks she'd bottom water them, this was just to calm her nerves.
