Prologue

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"Modeling so hard"

Lenna complained, taking off her heels to massage her feet. I sat there beside her on my phone, staring at the odd message my dad sent me.

"Oh? Would you look at that" she snatched my phone from my hands with her dirty fingers that JUST touched her sweaty feet.

Instead of arguing or getting mad, I crossed my arms leaning my hand against the wall to rest a little bit. Her complaint is far from a lie.

"Come home at 8, I have a surprise for you" She read the text massage. Setting my phone down on my lap, she rubbing her chin while humming.

"He never tells you there's a surprise. Usually he just drops it off here or leaves it in your room. I wonder what he wants to surprise you about though" she started to converse with me. So I took a deep breath, putting some thought into it.

"I'll find out when I get there" Simple. Whatever this surprise is, I'm not excited. It's probably just going to be more luxury clothes or a new car. Maybe the latest model of some electronic.

"Hey Yumi! Your 15 minute breaks up" the photographer called me over. "Break a leg" Lenna patted my thigh giving me a thumbs up. "Not literally though you clumsy oaf" rolling my eyes I got up walking to the single bed surrounded by plain white.

"Can I get some make up artists here? Make her look sexy but not too sexy. Stylists get an outfit 60% revealing. Thanks" he shouted out. People started to rush all over the place, applying make up and making me change into different clothes.

Demanding me to do different poses for the magazine modeling Prada, Gucci, different types of clothing brands.

All for the sake of getting more buyers since I'm one of the most beautiful bachelorettes. In other words, a female bachelor.

24, a virgin, never been interested in any man or women ever. It makes the men go crazy and women look at me either as a role model or a stuck up bitch. But they still want me just as much as I want them to go away.

Since my father became chairman of C.I. Corp. Central Intelligence Corporation due to the past Chairmans will, after dying from lung cancer, even though my father was no where near related to him but he played a big part in forming the place.

In fact he was actually one of the founders and major shareholders but refused to be CEO of it all. Quite shocking but that's how my mom met him. She wanted answers, the first reporter to ever find out about him. So romantic.

They were inseparable yet never married. For a good 4 years until they had me. They got in so many fights, my mom even threw a broken vase piece at my father. That was the last night they ever seen each other again.

Sob story goes, mom got into a car crash that very same night. She died by her rib stabbing the lungs and drowning in her own blood. 35 years old at Gwuanje Hospital at 10:47pm she was pronounced dead.

Since then dad never looked at another women, too scared he'll kill her too. So it's only been me and my dad. For the past 24 years, only us.

In fact, I don't really mind not having a mom. My dad tried so hard to pay some women to be my mom but I only gave them a hard time on purpose. Since they stay for the money, not the love.

That's basically my story. Nothing that great but not that boring either. Classic cliché if you ask me.

I don't need to work but staying in the house doesn't fit with me. I started off as a convenience store worker but we got robbed with a gun so dad forced me to quit.

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