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A month later~~~~~~~ Allie's POV Swivel, waist showcase, flip the hair, blow a kiss. cut. "yeah! That's great, "The head of our group said, applauding the brown-haired model. I later comprehended his name to be Mr Gregory. He is talented, which got me clueless about why they ranked us with the least points after the month's evaluation. I still haven't had the chance to explore though, and there was a time I had wanted to point out a mistake but I held back with the agitation of history repeating itself. "That's the end for today. Remember, Allie your first project is next Monday." he reminded me, hands clasped together and his eyes scrutinizing me that was straining to hide my excitement. My phone and his pinged at the same time. He inspected his own and a smug grin appeared on his face. Without saying any more sentences he twirls around pressing his phone. I also swiped my iPhone to check what was up, and I was stunned to see a credit alert of $80,000. My eyes went wide
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My sleepy eyes flew wide open at the message. I firmly held the phone, in agitation and read it word by word and yet it was correctly typed. No typography error. My heart beat out of rhyme a few times, eyebrows tucked and a finger on my lips internally deliberating on those scribbled words, until I reasoned on the best rejoinder to resolve my dazed state of mind " He must have messaged the wrong person". I sighed with ease, put it in silent mode and pressed the off button. I stretched my hand to slot my phone on the couch horizontally positioned beside the low mattress but it vibrated before my hand could make contact with the divan. I grumbled irritatedly and forcefully swiped to read the message. I was already angry, as I fumed like he was here. "We are going on a date tomorrow. Come back earlier""On a date? Why me? What's my business with you, Mr Aaron? you have numerous women at the tip of your fingers." I scoffed, unbelievably, hunching my back to smoothen my top that had sq
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"Is this some kind of sick joke? How the hell were you working for Austin all this while and I wasn't acquainted? " He muttered angrily, eyes honed at me in a query. His gaze shifted from anger back to being furious while I just stared at him like he had officially gone, psycho. Who asks such an absurd question? To hell, his behaviour is getting out of control. "Were you invited to the conference party? " he questioned, pinching the bridge of his nose with his neck still crooked at me. "What party?" I inquired, eyebrows creased in puzzlement. "I see you weren't invited" he confirmed, nodding his head, his facade conveying a taunting emotion. "No, I was invited but I decided not to go since today was an important day for me. I wouldn't miss that for anything" I said, shrugging my shoulders to convey a nonchalant expression. "Stop pretending to be cool with it. little one, You. and I know, you wouldn't be invited to Austin's party if hell froze over, a contagious disease infected
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It felt like my feet were glued on the spot, as I stood there, contemplating whether to glance or find my way to my room. My feet automatically swivel around and my body does the same. Curiosity kills the cat. It won't kill me if I sneak a peek right? The man who was holding the single microphone seemed to be the M.C. He eventually stopped talking, probably reigning praises on the other one in a suit who had finally sat on a high director chair with a standing microphone opposite him. I whetted my eyes at Aaron and realized the pompous fella was already sitting on a recliner, legs crossed on the other. His knuckles folded and positioned under his chin. He was watching the event with keen interest. I pointed my gaze back to the television when I silently heard, "the diamonds". It was at that moment, my ears stretched wide open and my appeal was poked. My core thud once, when I detected the feature of the man was familiar, the man sitting. Where? how? Austin?! realization dawned
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Allie's POVThe numbers of people continue rising and with shaky hands, I aggressively scroll through my phone to click on Lydia's digit. It went through after three beeps. "Where are you?" she asked. "I'm in the car. Why? What's going on? Why are there so many people at the entrance?! " "The main case is, are you safe? The securities are trying to control the whole buzz. Don't come out of the car, they are Kendall fans. I don't know how they got the information that she will be here. I was lucky to scale through. You need to calm down." she reassured me. "Okay, then" I breathed, holding onto her words that the situation would subside sooner or later. They better be quick. Once I had cut the call, I heard the siren. The corps had arrived. Even with the warning sound, the crowd still refused to quit their chants. It was now I figured out they were shouting "Our Queen, Kendall"I observed the corps attempt to make them take off, and at the same time, they were cautioning them not
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