Tears

I kicked my legs trying to break free but he set me on the dining table.

“Stay!." He ordered and left to the kitchen again. I could just run out but what was the use, he could barge into the studio and it wouldn't be so good.

I reread the email, it didn't give a specific time but the chief executive producer didn't like when people were late.

I dialled Paige, it rang but there was no answer. I dialled her again and she declined the call.

***

“Do you think they would wonder whose clothes I'm wearing?." I asked Gabriel, we were parked in the gate of the studio.

“We could find a mall and get you something else, there's a Dior merchandise store around here." He said staring at the screen of his phone checking out the location on the map.

I thought about it but I felt it would be too much a waste of time, if they were waiting for me to arrive, I better be quick about it.

"I'll just go like this..." I pushing open the door and I climbed down from the car.

“No goodbye kisses?." He asked me