Interrupted Heart

2 | ELITE

Having your own business had its perks especially when it's a shared one with your brother.

Elite Models.

Words could not describe how thankful I was to my brother for taking a chance on me as his business partner. After only three years of late nights, extensive promotions and many tears, we were now ranked the 9th most successful independent model agency in the country. Not only did we work with companies aiding them in finding what they were looking for, we also provided experiences for absolutely anyone. If you just wanted to get pampered for the day and get paid by us for using your pictures, we could do that.

Nine times out of ten there was a company who wanted your face to appear on products or advertisements and if you were fortunate, you would get called for more work. Elite Models would get a cut, of course. The goal of our business was to make sure that every single person walked out one hundred percent more confident than they did when they walked in. The money was a bonus to us. Too many modelling agencies out there focused solely on looks and body shape. Everyone was beautiful in our eyes. That's why numerous organisations sponsored us.

So, as you predicted, business was booming. Not only was I an owner and managed the talent, I was also a client. My face was the reason why Elite got noticed in the first place.

"Why does it have to be me? You're the better looking one." My hair and face were already being attacked as I sat in a salon chair in our almost complete building. The walls in this studio had just been painted so the slight smell, almost replicating car fumes, was circulating around the room.

"I'm aware of that," Tyson took a glance in the mirror, passing his hand through his beard, "but you're the close second. Plus, pretty females will attract people more than a striking heartthrob like myself." I made a gagging noise as I raised my eyes to the heavens.

"I beg to differ, vain pig," I dug my bare toes into his back causing him to drop to his knees and my makeup and hair stylist, Erica, to laugh.

"Was that funny Erica?" He scampered to his feet standing right behind her. I saw her cheeks turn a dark shade of pink as she tried to hide her smile. It was no secret that they had feelings for each other however it wasn't my place to play cupid.

Erica lived in the Dominican Republic until she was 8 and ever since she has resided just down the street from us. It was strange that we never were close friends although we both attended the same all girls high school. Our friendship only developed when we selected her for a trial to be one of our company's hair and makeup stylists. Let me just say that she was gorgeous, probably too good looking for my brother.

Sorry bro.

Dressed in an oversized, white shirt which stopped mid-thigh, I stood in front of the white backdrop whilst Beyoncé's Partition played through the speakers. I performed various simple poses whilst our photographer, Xavier, snapped consistently whilst giving me direction. He even had the fan blowing causing my hair to dramatically wave around me. After slipping on some heels, which I hated wearing, I noticed Tyson tilting his head scrutinizing me. I felt like a frog being dissected under his intense gaze.

"What is it Tyson? Stop condemning me in your big head and open your mouth." Moving in my direction he used a remote to turn off the music. Rayne came over to me readjusting my hair and touching up my face.

"You look too..." He waved his hands around trying to summon up the right words to say.

"Sexy." I turned to Xavier and he winked at me. He's lucky that he was gay otherwise I would have been grinding on him to annoy my brother.