Handled

Chapter Five

"Your cousin is a cop, not the fucking president. You running every red light in the city is only going to get you arrested" I hissed over at Darla's bright smile as she slammed on the brakes, sending my body crashing into my seat belt. 

She turned her car off and sighed, "you use to be so much fun."

"You killed that girl two blocks ago when  you drove on the sidewalk." I snapped before jumping out of her death car. 

She followed me as my eyes caught on the building in front of us, "I really don't want to be here" I sighed, looking at the fashion magazine building before me. 

I technically had been banned for life from this particular building, after a small misunderstanding where I made a few models cry for fucking with a client of mine and then I may have broken a photographers hand, along with his camera, and maybe even his will to live. 

"If it makes you feel better, the people inside probably don't want you here either." 

I flipped her off as we made our way into the building, our eyes immediately meeting the receptionist who sat at a modern glass desk in the center of a completely bleached white building. 

People strutted past, their heels higher than anything I'd seen and their fashion sense on point. 

Darla and I looked like shit with her coffee stained dress, and my grass stained dress that was wrinkled from my earlier fight. 

I sighed before we continued to the receptionist, who's face had suddenly gone slightly pale, her hands slowly reaching for the phone on her desk no doubt to call security. 

I smiled brightly as I stopped at her desk, placing my hand over top of the phone before she could snatch it. 

"Darla" I smiled. 

Without waiting, Darla snatched a pair of scissors out of her bag and easily clipped the phone line, leaving the thing useless. 

We both smiled down at the shaking receptionist. 

"Now that we have that out of the way, I guess its safe to say you won't be calling security, right Rebecca?" I asked while Darla nodded beside me. Rebecca gulped hard, her blue eyes shooting between the two of us in fear. "I'm guessing you remember us?" 

Rebecca tried to pull herself together, "you assaulted our best photographer and you kicked my desk over" she whispered. 

"Only because you called security, but now you know Rebecca what we are capable of, do you want another scene like last time or can you just tell us what we need to know?" I asked sweetly. 

She gulped again, before looking around slowly. 

"What are you looking for?" she squeaked. 

Darla stepped forward, "we are here for Jasmine Jones' shoot, what level is she on?" 

Rebecca looked utterly defeated, "level 6, they should be about to finish the shoot."

We were gone before Rebecca could regret her decision and decide to ring any silent alarms. 

"I'm surprised they don't have your face on a poster here, I mean the damages from last time were extensive."

I rolled my eyes, "I got hauled ass first out of here" I say as we step onto the elevator, "and was forever banned for life, in case you forgot." 

Darla rolled her eyes, "like I could forget, I broke both heels getting thrown out of here with you."

"You did bite the photographer."