Dreamers Love

God is Real

Scott sat in his office the next day waiting for the analog clock to hit 8 am. He drank three cups of coffee as he waited for the woman who called him yesterday. As he drank his coffee he sat there thinking to himself "What if she doesn't have what it takes? What if this is a joke?" He sat back in chair as his assistant knocked on the door before opening it "Sir, your 8 am appointment is here." Scott looked up at his assistant standing up "Bring her in." As he said to bring her, he was making his way to the front of his desk. He leaned back against it sitting on the edge almost in front of the leather sitter chair that stood in front of him. The assistant walked the woman in. Scotts eye trailed up and down her body as she entered the room. Her blond hair, her freckles, her glasses, her everything. She sat down in the chair right in front of him with a red folder she held against her chest. Scott cleared his throat as one of his hands were on the edge of the desk holding himself up and the other in his pants pocket. "It's Mrs. Smith, right?" He asked her waiting for a response. Her eyes met his light crystal blue ones. "I'm not married, you can call me Khalessi , Mr. Clark." He looked down at her small body as she was half the size he was. He stood up walking over to the bar pouring a glass of whiskey. He took a small sip before he said "Would you like a drink Miss Smith?" She looked over at him with a small smile "No thank you Mr. Clark." Scott walked back over to his desk setting the glass of whiskey down next to his red iPhone X. He looked at her folder as he sat back in his chair wondering what was inside of it. He held his hand out for it "Is that your portfolio? I'd like to see it." Khalessi handed him the red folder as he took it from her. He leaned back in his chair putting his right ankle over his left knee crossing his legs looking through her portfolio. "You have a good eye for photography Miss Smith. Who have you shot for?" His British accent standing out very strong as he said looking through her portfolio. "I take photos as a hobby. I just enjoy doing it." Scott looked up at her as his eyebrow raised on the left side of his face. "You have great talent. I would like to see you in action. I'll set up a shoot and get you a studio and a model to take photos of. If I like what I see, I'll sign you with the best photographer my company has." She smiled hearing what he had to say. The ends of her lustful lips were ear to ear as she got the chance to prove how she would do for him. "When do you want to do it Mr. Clark?" She asked him the question as his response came right after her question "How about we set something up for tomorrow morning on the roof. It's suppose to be a beautiful day out. Let's say 10 am so it gives the model time to get here and get ready. I'll see you tomorrow morning Miss Smith." Scott smiled at her handing her portfolio back to her. She smiled at him walking out of his office closing the door behind her. Scott sat in his seat as he turned to look out the wall the was all windows behind his desk. He looked out at the beautiful city they call New York. His mind roaring with thoughts. He turned back around seeing it was 6 pm and was time to go home. He closed his laptop on his desk as he stood up. He grabbed his phone putting it in the side pocket of his pants as he walked out of his office. His assistant said goodbye as he walked to the elevator pressing the down button. The elevator doors soon opened as he walked inside pressing the ground floor button. He stood in the elevator for a few minutes since the building he owned had over forty floors. He looked at the light above the elevator doors as the number got lower and lower till it got to one. He watched the doors open, quickly walking out. He grabbed his keys out of his pants pocket pressing the start button to his 2018 Lamborghini. He walked out of his office building to his custom parking spot where his hot red Lamborghini was. He got in the car pressing the accelerator; Engine roaring. He pulled out of the parking space speeding down the road to mansion he lived in.