Supermodel (Justin Bieber).

Eight.

I walk outside of the restaurant and say my thank you's, and then look for my driver. A beautiful black car pulls up to the curb, and my driver gets out, smiling big at me. 

"Long time no see Ms. Bloom". 

I smile, "Thanks for waiting". He nods, and opens the door for me. I get in and lay my head back on the head rest, letting this all sink in. My driver turns the radio on and begins to sing along to the radio. I smile at his voice-

"I never got your name", I say. The driver looks surprised, and he raises his eyebrows, "I'm your driver". I roll my eyes, "You're a person too".

He smiles, "Indeed I am". 

"For real, tell me about you". 

He nods, "Well", he sighs, "My name is William". His name fits him. 

"I am happily married to my wife, Sarah, and we have a beautiful baby girl". 

"What's her name?", I say. William smiles, "Well, she goes by baby girl in my terms. But her real name is Anna Grace, she's seven". 

"Aw, that's sweet", I say, "See, it wasn't that hard". William looks at me through the mirror and smiles, "I guess".

Moments later the car comes to a stop, and William opens the door for me. I get out, and adjust my hair. I look around at my surroundings, and find myself outside of a tall skyscraper. I smile up at it. I thank William and walk into the building covered in glass windows. I smile at the lady in the front desk.

I walk up to her, "Um, I have an appointment". She looks at her computer, "Name?". 

"Alexandria Bloom". The lady nods, "Yes. Tenth floor, room 348". I nod and thank her. I begin to walk to the elevator, and look around. I see people dressed in suits, and very little children. I look up to see a huge chandelier hanging from the ceiling. I wonder how much that cost. Must be thousands. 

The elevator doors open, and two men stand there, looking at me. I give an awkward smile and get on. I put my hand on the 'Tenth floor' button and look at the men. They both nod. I press the button and await the arrival to my first meeting. 

I smell the deep cologne of the two men, and look down and notice their expensive shiny shoes. I hear one of them cough, "How are you miss?". I smile back at them, "I'm great, thank you". I stand there, wanting this awkward silence to go away. I feel my palms begin sweat as I stand there. 

Thankfully the elevator stops, and I rush off of it. The doors close, and the men continue on their way. I take a big breathe in, and see down the long hallway, two big doors. The doors mark, '348', which is my room. I begin to walk, not knowing what to expect. Back at the restaurant this morning, Justin Bieber said, 

"Good thing I'm your first appointment".

I laugh at the thought. I remember him walking away after that statement, and leaving me to wonder. Why would Justin Bieber be my first appointment? Is he interested in the modeling business? 

I stand at the doors, and hesitate opening them. Here goes nothing. You got this Alex. I open the huge doors towards me, and look inside. The view is absolutely stunning. The room is filled with glass as walls. I see the view of Los Angeles, and red velvet carpet surrounding the room along with dark leather chairs. Scooter, Justin, and three other random men sit at a huge table. They all turn at once to look at me, causing me to blush. I wave. 

A wave? Wow Alex. 

I look at Justin. His eyes sparkle at me, and his hands grip the side of his chair. Scooter speaks loud, "Please, sit". I do so, and run my hands through my hair. It is freezing in here. I am wearing jeans, and a tight tank-top with a black and white pattern. I put some dark pink lipstick on, and did my eye makeup with a soft brown shade. I curled my hair lightly, and let it hang in front of my shoulders.

I get interrupted with a voice, "Alex, these men are from the head office of Victoria Secret department of modeling". Scooter looks at me, and smiles. 

Victoria Secret? Isn't that the underwear and bra brand? I raise my eyebrows, "The bra brand". One of the man laughs. Scooter doesn't look amused, "Yes Alex, something like that". I look at Justin and see him starring at me. He smiles at me, but I don't return the favor. 

I'm so confused. "I thought I was going to model for clothes". Scooter looks mad, "You are". I shake my head, "Victoria Secret?". The three men look at me with confusion. Scooter squints his eyes, "Yes, and that is a clothes brand Alex". 

"I don't want to have someone taking pictures of me in my underwear". 

I hear Justin laugh lightly, and the other men look emotionless. Scooter's face gets red, "Do you want to be a model or not? You are acting very ungrateful Alex". 

I look around, what the hell is going on. "Scooter I am very grateful, but I didn't think I would be doing modeling like that". Scooter nods his head, "What the hell did you think modeling was? Just shirts and pants?". 

I nod, "Yes". I look to see the other men look at Scooter, while tapping the table. Scooter adjusts his tie and nods at them. I feel like I just messed everything up. I look at Justin and immediately feel calm. Justin nods and smiles at me. I smile back this time. 

"Alex take this or not. You will begin shooting next week for Victoria Secret", Scooter stammers at me. I adjust myself in my seat. Should I do this? Is this really the right thing for me? Of course it is. 

"All I have to do is pose in the product?". 

They nod and look at me like I'm stupid. I shrug my shoulders, and adjust my hair, looking away. I look back up, "Sure". 

Scooter quickly stands up and claps his hands, "Good girl". I give a fake smile, and let Scooter talk to the other men. They leave the room, and I sit there, not knowing what to do next. 

"Victoria Secret, wow", Justin smirks. I roll my eyes. Justin scoots his chair closer to mine, "You're already top dog". 

I don't smile, "Is that a good thing?". Justin laughs, "Um, that's like, fucking amazing". I squint my eyes and shake my head, "Why is that?". 

Justin smirks, "It just is". I nod, "That helps". 

Justin looks at my lips, "You confuse me". 

"So do you". 

"No, you are the biggest wonder here. Scooter, the guy who found me and made me a sensation, just finds this girl in the middle of Oregon, in a fucking gas station. He finds this incredibly beautiful girl, and decided to fly her out to Los Angeles to become a model. Yet, she does it, and within a day becomes a Victoria Secret top model. Also, she meets me, Justin Bieber, and does nothing but act like he is an average human. Everything about this girl is a mystery", Justin says. 

I feel my body get hot, and my stomach begin to get butterflies. I shrug my shoulders, "I guess that girl better thank God". 

"You're a believer?", Justin smiles. 

I nod, "My mom was in love with Jesus, she taught me everything I know". 

Justin smiles the biggest I've ever seen, and his eyes light up, "That's amazing". I nod, and continue to look at him. Justin just sits there, smiling big at me, in awe. I look away, I can't stand the awkwardness. 

"Well now that you're the top model, why don't you come party like one?". 

Party? Me? Whatever. I laugh, "I don't do parties". 

"You didn't do modeling, but look at you now", Justin says. 

Good point.