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Just pretend that Billies job in this chapter is a model (even though she already looks like one <3) .

Not a y/n one shot, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. There will be y/n one shots in the future of course!

Billies Pov:

Today I had my photo shoot with Vogue. I am very excited about that, I have been waiting for literal months to finally do it.

I also had been a model for 4 and a half year now, so I had pretty good experience. But that shoot is not something I usually do.

It was a shoot for lingerie. Usually I would like model for brands that don't sell stuff like that. More "normal stuff", if you can even call it like that.

But I decided to do it anyway, because it's Vogue. And to be honest, who could say no to that?

I parked my car in front of the building, and got out. I could also afford a private chauffeur, even more than just one, but I decided to just drive by myself.

Driving is not that bad, and I prefer to be alone most of the time. Since I have been modeling for 4 and a half years now, I was making good money.

I mean, the longer you model, the more money you get. Modeling has always been a dream of mine since I was like ten? Or at least something around that age.

And now that I am doing it, it has been honestly been the most fun and exciting period of my life.

I locked my car, a black Lamborghini Urus. It was a birthday present from my dad, my parents had always been very supportive of me.

My dad works as a lawyer and my mother as a interior designer. But they never pressured me to do the same thing as them.

They just let me do my thing. My parents said whatever makes me happy, that I should to it then, even if it doesn't bring much money.

But here I am I guess. I walked to the building, a very high and luxurious looking one. That it was pretty high was no surprise, I mean, we are in New York.

I got inside and was greeted with a woman that was smiling dryly at me. I had no idea where to go, so I decided to ask her instead, even if she not seemed so nice.

,,Hello, where can I get to floor 89?" I asked her smiling. ,,Oh, you must be Billie Eilish" she said, her smile now fading.

,,Uhm, yes, why?" I asked her, being kinda surprised that she doesn't know me. Not that everyone needed to know who I am, because I am glad that not everyone knew me.

,,I am Mrs. Williston, and I am going to take you there today" she said, looking me up and down, then rolling her eyes.

,,Thank you Mrs. Williston" I said politely. She just nodded and started walking to an elevator.

We got in, and she pressed the button to the 89. floor. The whole ride to the floor was very quiet. Well, we didn't talk at all.

Very awkward if you ask me, but if she doesn't want to talk to me, then that's her thing I guess.

The elevator made a slight "ding" and the doors opened. I was met with high, white walls and diamond chandeliers. I was truly amazed.