A World Far Different Than Mine (Against Odds #1)

Chapter 2: Coincidence?

Savannah's POV

"I'm going, dad." I said and went to get the keys of my porsche.

"Savvie, I'm proud of you cause you're working at a very young age but I want you to enjoy your life too. You don't have to do this. Just focus on your studies and try to get a boyfriend." What he said made me roll my eyes. Here we go again.

"Dad, I'm doing this on my own will. And I'm enjoying it too,"

You are such a liar, Sav.

"And you know that I can't get a boyfriend even if I wanted to." I chuckled at my statement.

I wanted to chill for the whole week but my agency called me yesterday saying that I have to work.

I'm a model.

My face are on the magazines and I shoot for commercials sometimes too. But of course I don't let modeling be a hindrance to topping the boards. I can adjust. Student on weekdays and a model on weekends. I can handle my schedule pretty well.

I spend my own money that comes from my own job. I'm proud of that fact. I don't depend on my father for everything anymore.

I could've easily said 'no' to my agency but thinking of the money that I will earn, Sayang.

Pfft, or do you not have the guts to say no?

"Savvie come back here!!" I can hear my father's shout from inside. He came rushing towards me who was almost at the garage.

"Why?" I asked.

"Mag tagalog ka. You're in the Philippines, nak." That's it? I just nodded but I really have no intention to. After what happened last last week, I really don't want to speak tagalog ever again.

Cause you're afraid of messing up.

I waved my hand goodbye to my father and went inside my white porche.

I read the text message again from my agency and it says to meet the someone from the Magazine company at Rantxes Main Mall. An infamous mall. It is the biggest mall in Manila, and I guess, the biggest mall in the Philippines. And it is owned by none other than my father.

There's thirty plus Rantxes malls in the Philippines. Rantxes marts is not yet included in those thirty plus.

Okay, Starbucks first floor.

"Miss Arantxa!" There goes my surname.

Hmmm.. she's making a scene. Mind shutting her up Miss Arantxa?

I tilted my head. What is wrong with you?

I looked at the direction of the woman, probably a little bit older than me, who called me and I flashed a tight smile.

I sat on the seat in front of her and we started talking about business.

"I told your manager about the details and everything so let's get to the main part shall we?"

"And that is?" I asked.

"Clothes shopping!!" She said with sparkling eyes.

Hell yeah. You're going to be wearing clothes that have been worn by someone else. If that person has a transferable disease you are doomed-

"Oh yea, I got super excited so I actually picked three already. I just need your permission. Kung ayaw mo edi hanap tayo ng bago." She said cutting off the voice in my mind.

So why are you still here? Shut her up already.

I blew a loud breath and went inside silently. I was stunned when I saw the inside of that clothing store. My eyes instantly roamed around the whole place. It has glass walls and the whole store just screams femininity. The glass walls were definitely a good move since it is a clothing store, people need to see the kind of clothes they have inside.