I am Liah markson,a jobless woman in her late tweenties.I did my degree in travel and tourism three years ago but I have never worked in my area of profession.I depend on my freelance modelling and acting to pay all my bills and still support my family. I grew up with three younger sisters looking up to me as a role model.To say it is hard it's an understatement. The world I live in is not anything close to what I would want for my sisters..you had to be very smart not to get caught up in all the fame,money,booze and drugs..with all the parties,sets and events I had to attend in the name of working it was tiring and uncomfortable for me.I loved being indoors, cuddled in my sofa with my kitchen stocked with food,library full of movies and books...that's the life I would choose to have everyday...not in this world though..you had to work your ass off everything.. not that I hate working, I love working, I would give my soul to work in the travel industry...although in my line of job I get to meet and entertain VIPs of all sorts none has ever caught my professional attention cause they are all perverts..no offense but I would rather suffer than work for a pervert who sees through my thighs than my brain.
I live in a small cozy apartment near the city..where it is easy to get to my job venues in time. The rent is over the top but I have no choice...I got to keep my job since its the only job I could get which pays all my bills...thanks to my looks and body..I never believed that someone should be hired for their looks but their brains but now I am so thankful for my looks...they got me a job when my brains couldn't get me any...
My hair is long,very black,and straight which brings out my deep chocolate brown eyes..I have a curvy and tall physique which makes me stand out...my skin is naturally glowy..some say I am a goddess but am very modest to consider myself as one..
My agency called me and booked me an appointment tomorrow morning with a new client..the meeting is supposed to be my modelling career breakthrough as am told....am both nervous and excited about tomorrow. more nervous actually since my agency refused to give me any details about the client and their company..all I got from them is to be punctual and dress appropriately.... how the hell can I choose what to wear if I don't know what is expected of me??? it would have been helpful at least if I knew who the client was...
I made a mental note to keep it casual but professional when I picked my outfits tomorrow morning.
I stood up from my couch where I was reading my latest novel and went straight to my bedroom...I needed to rest for whatever tomorrow held on for my future... I slipped into my pajama shorts and climbed into bed cozying myself inside the duvets...as i drifted into sleep almost immediately I thought of what a long day tomorrow might be.
"Fuck am late"..I cursed as I hurried getting dressed.. I didn't even have time to take my breakfast.I have 15 mins to get to the agency's office and am not out of my apartment yet..I picked my dolce gabbana handbag and rushed out my door hoping to catch the bus or a taxi whichever I could reach first.
"Thank God" I sighed as I got into the taxi that I was lucky to get this late.. I gave the driver the directions and sat back to check how I looked..I wore my favourite black pencil skirt that reached mid thighs with a pink chiffon top which matched my jimmy choo heels and threw over it a long black trench coat..I had my hair in a bun with loose hair on my front hairline..I had confidence with how I looked today..at least that's one of the few things that's lighting up my morning right now..I really hoped to make it to the meeting in time..first impression is very important,that's the first thing I learnt when I ventured into the modelling industry..
You should always look on top of your game,from your hair,make up,outfits,shoes even under wear... my best friend Shaz is obsessed with lingerie,her drawer is full jammed with lingerie than her fridge ever is with food..I think she is crazy and sick with her obsession which obviously gets her hot and cute guys on her bed almost everyday,how she does it I don't know but I love her crazy side unlike me I prefer being conservative.. I cant remember the last time I stepped into a club or had sex for that matter...
Finally am here,I dashed out of the taxi as it pulled over in front of the massive glassy building.. I was not thinking as i ran in my heels as fast as I could to get to the elevators. Some people stared at me as if am crazy,if they knew am late for an interview am sure they would make a clear path for me,that's what I thought.
"Hold! Please hold" I cried out to no one in particular inside the elevator..
"Thank you sir" i told the guy who held the lift for me.
"Welcome" the guy said cheerfully.
I envied his energy right now... he was wearing a geeky outfit which made him look like an IT guy which I found it to be cute..I liked men with brains who could still smile..i pressed 9 as I waited for my stop.
" Sorry for asking but what's your name?" I searched inside the lift to find who had just asked me that question only to find Mr.geeky looking at me waiting for an answer.
"Oh! Sorry " I extended my hand to him " Am Liah,and you are?"
He smiled before answering back. "Its a pretty name, am Pete"
I know I shouldn't be blushing but I was...I didn't expect him to comment on my name,I looked up to hide my face as the lift came to a stop and I stepped out,,before the lifts closed back I turned around to find Pete staring at me...
" Nice meeting you Liah"
I smiled but before I could answer back the lifts closed and i seemed to just then remember the reason why I was there.. I ran to the agency's offices right to the reception..I gave Carol a polite smile as she was on the phone..
Carol has been the agency's receptionist for the last decade...she was a very sweet and friendly woman to everyone who stepped in front of her.. she had two beautiful daughters who she always found a way to talk about them whenever she had a conversation with anyone who had time to listen..I couldn't stop the smile on my face as I thought about how many times I have watched her talk on and on to strangers about her family...
"Good morning Liah"
"Morning Carol,how are your girls?"
"You sure you want to know?"
"Hahaha,I changed my mind maybe next time" I could see how her eyes glittered when I mentioned her girls..."will I be a dotting mother as her?" I wondered. I shook my head to clear my thoughts,I don't even know why I thought of that! I didn't have a boyfriend to begin with..I decided to clear my head by talking.
"Hey Carol,I had an appointment today and I am 5 mins late do you think the client will still want to see me?"
She smiled "Sure,why not"
I let out a sigh that I didn't even know I was holding.. my day is not so bad after all...
"The client has not yet arrived,you can go wait him in the board room"
That pulled my attention back to Carol.
"How?..why?...never mind,who is the client anyway?" I asked her hoping she would tell me what I wanted to hear.. Carol just gave me a wicked smile
"Cmon,please I deserve to know who am meeting"
I made a face to Carol praying she will take the bait and tell me..not today I guess
" From what I have heard,he is the type of guy who makes women wet just by his looks"
seriously? wet? " Haha,I think that's way too much praise for a man,i bet he has ego issues will all the praises you are bestowing him"
the hell,I have met hot guys who have made front covers on magazines and Mr.Client for me, he couldn't be even close to being as hot as they are..I bet he is just a fat guy who likes sitting behind the desk,eating junk and ordering people around..
I smiled as I thought of that image in my mind..I decided to leave Carol to her job as she attended to phone calls..heading to the board room to wait for the infamous Mr.Client...at least I had time to prepare before he showed up to have a say in my future..
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