Chapter 72: Chapter 72

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Silence!

Absolute utter silence!

The silence could kill anyone including me.

The silence is terrifying to me.

I have seen the movement in his body, the lines were created on his face. And his orbs were diluted for a second before they went normal.

"Who is Mr Jensen?" He raised one of his eyebrows directing me to ask nothing in the name of Jensen's

But the last time I checked, he was in his building, they both are big businessmen.

"Mr Blake Jensen," I let out a whisper, taking his name after a long time, out my body into feeling jittery.

"Haven't heard about him yet," he started reading the paper which was inside the black file.

"And about London?" My voice became quirky, hard to comprehend anything about life.

"Yes Ms Brooke, I still remember you left your dinner and ran away, " he narrowed his eyes.

Ouch!

That hurts!

I did wrong to leave him, to get back to that furious man who is missing now.

When I didn't say a word to him as I was more occupied with glaring outside at the tall buildings, and the bold hoardings of Sophia.

I felt his presence near to me. He gave me his hand and asked me to stand up, to have a direct eye connection with him.

We were only inches apart now when he perked up my chin and made me glance at his dark eyes.

"You want to work for me or not?"

Suddenly, the temperature inside the room felt so cold, the cold wave entered through the wind almost giving me goosebumps.

He is not the same as Mr Blake Jensen, I can trust him besides that I am having a chance to fulfil my dream then why not?

Why not I do what my heart says?

"Yes!" I blurted and nodded my head in affirmation.

He glanced at me one more time and then took out his cellphone.

After striding almost a minute in circles he cut off the call and glanced at me again.

"You need a makeover!"

I was too occupied in ogling the pictures of other models, with their looks, to their persona that I almost forgot how do I look in real life.

Can I be a model?

How can a girl who likes me become a supermodel?

I glanced at my figure in a mirror that was hung on the left wall.

My cheeks look flushed, my eyes look vulnerable, and my figure seems as dead as my fortune.

In no time I can become a model, and even if I did then no one accept me for my looks.

"And you need training too,"

I glimpsed outside furthermore to see the tall buildings and their face of Sophia. She was everywhere on the streets of New York City.

How am I going to compete with her?

No!

I cannot do this!

The situation is more futile than it sounds.

"No! I don't determine I can be a model!" I closed my eyes and rested my head against the wall.

The sound of my breath was heavy, as no one was with me; I was alone in a big space.

Then of a sudden, I felt movement against me, and a finger on my lips. I opened my eyes and found Mr Steward too close to my skin.

His hot breath was almost on my face when he took a step back after getting into the realisation of my senses.

"Don't worry, you will have your training and makeover to make you a model,"

I closed my eyes and opened them again, after doing several rounds of blinking, I realised that he is serious.

But who will pay for it?

I don't even have a penny to spend!

"But I have no money, and I don't believe that I can spend the money on myself when my mother is on the verge of dying,"

"What happened to your mother? And where is your father?"

Tears welled up in my eyes when I heard him asking questions about my father.

And what should I say to him that there is nothing to assert about my father.

He left me and my mother when I was a little child, so there is nothing left for me to talk about him.

When he saw me, in my state of sobbing, he became silent and gave me a handkerchief from his breast pocket.

"I will take care of your mother, and you should consider yourself fortunate that you have at least your mother with you while I have none!"

He was staring outside, with his jaw clenched and his knuckles almost turning white, the veins in his arms were almost bulging out.

He must be very angry, his persona was terrifying.

But what happens to his parents?

Are they dead?

But when I glanced at him again I found him in his calm composture striding towards me again.

He took my hand and clasped it under his warmth.

"You don't have to worry, I will take care of everything," he pulled me closer and embraced me in a tight hug.

I was frozen for a second, never knew Mr Steward had to go through so much in his childhood and on the other side there is Me Jensen who doesn't speak to his father in a right full manner.

However, I didn't hug him back with the same embrace that he was using on me.

I made an effort to let go of his tight embrace and found him glancing at me again.

I think I can trust him, besides trusting him I don't have any choice left to do so.

And what a makeover can do? It cannot create magic! I know soon Mr Steward will realise that I am no use to him, I cannot become like those top models who walk on ramps, endorse products to become like Sophia.

"You will have your training from tomorrow till then wait here"

"Wait??? Here??? But why?"

He wants me to wait here? Even at night?

"Sam wants to see you,"

"Who is Sam?"

Who is Sam now? And why does he want to meet me?

Oh shit!

What if Mr Steward informed the police about me, what if they all know what transpired in the hotel.

And what if this is the last day of my life.

The bubble of my intuition popped when I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

And before I could run and save myself, a man opened the door with four girls behind his back holding several bags, not random ones they were all designers.

"Mr Steward,"

"Sam, meet Ms Brooke,"

Sam's eyes landed on me, his brown eyes were an almond shape, and his bulging figure was too much to handle, at that moment I knew it was enough to get terrified in his presence.

"So you are Ashely," he declared while scrutinising me from head to toe.

The selfish disdain was radiant on his face, it was clear that he didn't appreciate my presence.

"You want to be a model? " the smirk was visible on his face, it was a direct cut on my chest.

I stared back at Mr Jensen's figure.

He nodded his head and assured me that nothing will go wrong.

"Y-yes!" I almost choked.

"Interesting, girls! embrace yourself for the terrible situation because we are going to have a miracle here."