Frei: Exposed

Chapter 3

Anthony stood infront of his window, staring  at the office in the building across from him. With a pensive stare and the occasional hand reaching up to touch his neck, a habit he had when not knowing what to do, his mind wandered to his current prediciment. He has yet to figure out how to aproach his new design. He wanted to satisfy his client but he also wanted to stay true to his own unique style. It seemed that, that might not be possible with this project though and it frustrated him to no end.

Shifting the focus of his eyes, he took the time to look at his reflexion in the window. His expensive, navy blue Armani suit had been tailored to fit him perfectly and the colour gave a radience to his light complexion. Paired with a silver tie and polished black shoes, he looked quite handsome and the slight smile pulling at his mouth's corners showed that he knew this to be a fact. His brown eyes weren't a romantic shade of chocolate that drew you in and let you drown in their depths, but rather a light hazel with little gold flecks that sparkled when he smiled.  His dirty blonde hair had been spiked up into a messy, modern style, glinting with a healthy shine. It was obvious he took great care in his outward appearence and took pride in how he presented himself to the outside world.

Turning around at the sound of his office door opening, he expected to find Angela bothering him with another unnecessary detail from his investors but instead he found the prettiest girl he has ever seen, seemingly gaping at him from where she was rooted to her spot in the doorway. Smirking to himself, Anthony strided over to the starstruck girl to intruduce himself, asuming she was here to interview him for the magazine.

"Anthony Voisin." He said with a smirk, extending his hand towards her, confidence practically oozing from him.

Jamila immediatly started blushing at the deep, manly voice he spoke with. Even though it was nothing compared to Daxton, it was still extremely sexy and had her mind going blank.

"I...uhm...I'm...J-Jamilia. Jamilia Fiore." She stutterd, shifting her bag from one hand to the other in order to shake his hand, immediatly causing her to want to curse herself for lacking basic sosial skills infront of such an important man. She knew it was something she had overcome in her early teen years.

"Take a seat and we'll get started on the interview." Anthony said, gesturing to a chair in front of his desk.

Taking the time while Anthony walked to his chair, Jamilia composed herself and quickly got her list of questions and phone out to record the interview. Mr. Chefmand believed that it recorded beter audio then outdated tape recorders.

"So, Mr. Voisin---"

"Please, call me Anthony," He interrupted.

"Allright then. Anthony, you are New York's newest architect making headlines in all the business magazines." Jamilia states, crossing her legs, now completly proffesional.

"That is correct, yes, but that isn't a question. If you don't mind me asking, for what magazine is this?" Anthony asked as politly as he could.

"FNG. Now I would like to ask you a few questions I have written down here." Jamilia said not wanting to waste his time and risk him commenting about it again. She wanted to impress him, damn it!

"And FNG is...?"

"Fasion and Glamour Magazine," Jamilia replied smiling sweetly and not wanting to show the small bit of frustration now making its way up her spine.

"Oh okay, let's just start."

"So Anthony, you are looking amazing, where did you buy that suit?"

"It is a tailor-made Armani design." He replied on a whim, his voice carrying only the slightest of confusion at the unusual question.

"Very nice," Jamila replied, voicing her obvious appreciation at the style. "What is your favourite alchoholic drink?"