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It had been an entire year since Maeve had seen her family. Aftering signing a modeling contract with Versace a few years ago, she had been working non-stop. Spending majority of holidays and birthday's with her friends. But due to some unfortunate circumstances, Maeve's modeling career has been put into a sudden halt.
Flashing lights and screaming was heard while being escorted out of the airport. Despite her hooded disguise, fans and paparazzi swarmed around her like a swarm of sardines. Thankfully Trevor, her bodyguard managed to safety lead her toward the correct getaway vehicle. Despite the tinted windows and the safety of the car, her head remained low. Curling into her lap until the driver drove out of the vicinity.
"Miss. Roy? It's safe now."
"Miss Roy?"
"Y-yes—Thank you." She croaks out toward her driver, peering at him through her luxurious sunglasses. But despite the frames resting upon her face, it could not mask her panic. Her face contorted, as her heartbeat thumped throughout her eardrums.
Her driver carefully switched his attention from the road to the mirror. Watching the youngest Roy in concern as her clammy palm placed itself in the middle of her tightening chest. "Do you want me to drive you toward the nearest hospital?"
"No! No, thank you. I'm fine."
"The same route, then?"
"Yes."
Due to traffic and paparazzi, she was currently late to her fathers birthday dinner. Although, she didn't entirely mind as it gave her time to recoup. With a quick shut of the drivers window, Maeve did a complete wardrobe change. Changing from her hobo disguise into her signature old money wardrobe. A pair of suit pants, and her favorite emerald green sweater. Amidst buckling her belt, the driver announces her destination is nearing in a few moments. This allowed her to tie her long locks into a ponytail, apply last minute mascara. "Oh shit." She says out loud, in remembrance. Her hands quickly scavenging for anxiety medication.
As the car comes to a halt, Trevor is quick to pull open the doors. "Marcia called." He informs, arm out for needed assistance. "Of course, she did." She sighs out, smiling as she grabs ahold of his arm. "Thanks, Kev!" Maeve hollers to her driver, who waves before quickly shutting the automatic doors.
In NewYork Fashion, Honking and shouting is heard from the traffic behind. Which causes Trevor to hurriedly escort her aside, helping her onto the sidewalk, before escorting her safely into her fathers residence. "She's waiting by the door for your arrival." Trevor informs, once they pass the doorman. "... And I can take this back to your apartment." He offers, grabbing ahold of her duffel bag.
"You're amazing." She tells him, before kissing his cheek. Her phone vibrates through her pants, pulling her attention. "I've got to go—But, I'll send your paycheck in a few days." She tells him, nearing the ajar elevator doors while glancing down at her phone.
