The music started and the anchor of the show stepped onto the stage. Rina could hear her voice from where she stood backstage, trying to get the models ready for the last time. Even though they were already clothed, with the process of the walk embedded in their heads, Rina ran it through with them one last time. They were supposed to launch three collections, so that meant each model was walking the stage three times.They were going to open the event and close it. That meant Rina was only going to appear towards the end of the show. She was content with the plan as it gave her time to get her nerves back in place. Joel rushed to the back to tell them it was time, and the models filed up in the order they’d been taught. Rina watched them with so much pride in her eyes as they stepped onto the runway.The show was being aired to the world in the present time, so everyone had access to it. Rina watched it from the screen backstage, biting her lips as each model stepped onto the runway,
The gasps that echoed backstage the moment Rina’s name was announced were loud enough to disrupt a medical operation. Eyes flashed her way as she walked out of the dressing room, and passed through the pathway that had instantly been created for her as the team backstage parted out of the way for her. Rina didn’t look sideways. She didn’t want to know what their opinions were right then, but hard as it were, it was hard not to hear the whispers.Although Rina braced herself for the worst, she was surprised when she made out the contents of the words that had traveled over to her. While some of them backstage thought she was the most stunning model they’d ever worked with, others had this tinge in their voice as they muttered in hushed whispers, “Oh my God! We misunderstood her. What if we were wrong all this time?”Armed with the doubts permeating people’s minds, Rina took a deep breath and stepped onto the runway, the dress swishing around her as she took one foot after the other, ta
She turned to Joel with a calm demeanor, not needing the look of panic mixed with a tinge of understanding he flashed her way. Still, he put out his hands to block the first scrunched-up paper that made its way from the crowd, skittering around the runway. Joel looked at Rina with concern in his eyes. When they had made plans for the revelation of the identity of the anonymous model, he hadn’t factored in the reaction of the crowd, even though he’d known Rina was a tad worried about it.The next paper came, hitting Joel’s arm that he had put out protectively in front of Rina, but the third wasn’t that unlucky. It hit her square in the chest, and she took a step backward, propelled more by the situation than the sheet of paper.“I didn’t think about this,” Joel muttered to her, as more items got tossed to the runway, from broken pens to books. When an egg got tossed in from nowhere, Zayn got up on his feet at once, his eyes roaming the crowd, searching for where that had come from. But
Rina stared at the crowd wide-eyed, yet to process her emotions. She knew this was going to happen. It was the reason she had been so skeptical about coming out during the fashion show. But now that it was in the hands of the public, it was impossible to take it away. Joel held her hands in his and pulled her along with him, going backstage where all the models were gathered and waiting. Rina could see the divided looks on the faces of the designers of O.S.N. While some of them were pleasantly stunned at the identity of the anonymous model, the unasked questions visible in their gazes, the others didn’t bother to hide the disgust they felt from the situation.She could see it in the way they stood, defensive and angry. It wasn’t hard for Rina to guess what was going through their minds in those minutes. They probably felt bad for Joel, thinking he was one of her victims, and would never have let her into the fashion house if she hadn’t held something against him. And even if Joel bare
“Where is Zayn?” Rina couldn’t stop the question from falling from her lips as William led the group of men, taking the underground entrance out of the building. She was kept in the middle, surrounded by heavily built men, totally obscured from the view of prying eyes. It hadn’t been difficult to make the decision to go with them, because Rina knew she sure as hell couldn’t get herself out of the building without risking getting attacked.And going with Joel wasn’t even in the plan.William shrugged, back to his quiet self. He hadn’t given Rina any response to all her questions since they left the dressing room, and it was beginning to irk her. But she knew William. He never spoke until it was totally necessary.“Where are we headed?” She tried again, hoping that this time, a response would be met with her question.“In a bit, ma’am,” was William’s only response as he suddenly took a sharp turn. The car came into view, and the men all stepped out of the way with William walking around
Her mind failed to think of just one particular thing at that moment. Hell! It thought of nothing. Rina couldn’t bear to do any other thing than remain in that moment, scared that if she blinked, it would all be gone, but at the same time, uncertain if Zayn’s heady scent slowly intoxicating her, wouldn’t leave her in puddles at his feet, knowing fully well where he stood.All of this was mere paper to him, on whose pages Rina was yet to append her signature, or even go through the terms he had so boldly announced. Yet, no matter how hard her rationality screamed at her to bring an end to that moment, to step away from Zayn and his all too alluring self, Rina found that hard to do.She opened her eyes as his whispers tingled the skin on her ear, sending shocks to her brain. Their eyes met through the mirror before them, and Rina was stuck in the moment. She swallowed, but her gaze didn’t waver, soft, reflecting a need that has spanned through months, a tinge of uncertainty wrapped in t
When Zayn returned a moment later, armed with two cocktail glasses. He met no one in the room but could see the white lights coming from the bathroom. Going out to the balcony of the room, he slid the glasses gingerly onto the table and returned to the room. Zayn was still his usual calm demeanor, with a hand in his pocket, even if the whole of his body trembled with need. Still, he had always had such great control, and no matter how hard this was, he knew he didn’t want to cross that line with Rina. When he had asked her to be his wife, the intention was to use that to get the subsidiary firm from his father, and then divorce her in five years. Any other thing that Zayn termed unnecessary could complicate the arrangement, and he had seen enough complications with Nathan that he had come to detest the mere appearance of it. Knocking on the door, he pushed it open slightly and leaned on the doorframe. Her body was covered with the suds in the water, but Zayn had memorized every inch
Zayn didn’t spend the night. When they’d exhausted the cocktail, he realized with a start that there was nothing keeping him back there. As much as he tried to stall for time, to ensure Rina was okay, beyond the smile etched on her features, he knew he had to leave since his flight was to depart that night. It was almost 9 pm already, yet, they were still on her balcony, comfortable in each other’s silence, staring into the dark.Or at least, Rina stared into the dark.But for Zayn, his eyes never went off her, even when he reached for his glass on the table. He wished he could do something about how she felt, take away a part of the burden he could see on her shoulders. But he knew what she would say before he even managed to get the question out, and Zayn didn’t think tonight was best for that type of conversation.He sighed and glanced at his watch. “Rina, I have to be at the airport in thirty minutes, and I have to go with William because I’m not used to traveling without him. But
Zayn stared at the clock hanging above the door in the conference room. The meeting had spanned longer than he had planned for it to, yet there were still some important deliberations to be made. Usually, he would have asked his assistant to continue with the meeting while he caught some sleep, but the issue at hand was the opening of a branch of Graham Conglomerate in Hong Kong, and he needed to be there to see the different pieces form one huge picture.“The space isn’t ideal,” he murmured, bringing his gaze to the projected building on the screen. “It is too small, and I really do not like the windows.”“The windows?” One of the foreign investors repeated, his small eyes regarding Zayn like it was the most ridiculous thing he’d heard.“Yes, Mr. Stone. The windows.” He scooted to the edge of his seat at the head of the table and clasped his hands. “The windows are usually one thing that gets overlooked when picking out the perfect site for a company’s activities. But not me. On a ra
Joel didn’t want to stall anymore, especially since he could feel the distance Rina had been trying to put in place since the fashion show. He felt it in the smallest of things, like how she refrained from telling him where she lived now that her cottage was not in the best shape for habitation, or how he never took her home again since the first time.Although she still smiled at him each time they saw, their hugs were more formal, and never lasted long. It was as if she was deliberately trying to put up walls around herself. It was either that or her subtle way of saying goodbye. And Joel wanted neither.“Do you remember the first day we met?’ he started, as their table got cleared of the second course, and their dessert of ice cream and cake arrived. Rina took a spoonful of her preferred chocolate flavor and closed her eyes as it melted on her tongue. She loved the tinge of bitterness that hid in its taste, and how it remained at the back of her throat. Weird as it sounded, since R
By the time Rina arrived at the diner, it was almost 9 pm. Handing her keys over to a valet, she sauntered in, the clack of her red bottoms hitting the tiles. She hadn’t wanted to waste time on choosing another pair of heels, exacerbated by the fact that Rina still thought the clothes and shoes in that room belonged to one of Zayn’s numerous women. So, she opted for a simple white dress instead that fell to the middle of her thighs and clung to her body like a second skin, accentuating her curves. The halter neck, Rina’s favorite style, was the perfect touch to the shape of her shoulders and her hair was put up, with hastily curled ringlets flowing from the bun. Her face was scrubbed clean of every makeup, leaving only glossy lips.Rina’s outfit made her look so vulnerable that the moment Joel saw her approach, his heart did a little backflip. He had to clear his throat and get his lines right in his head as she navigated the tables, locating the booth he had picked for them at the en
George stepped out onto the foyer, accompanied by a scowling Rina. She hated that Scottsdale had treated her manager that way, knowing how hard she worked to get him access in there. But worse, she wasn’t comfortable with the fact that her drama had affected him and that he hadn’t let her speak up on his behalf. It almost felt like he’d been waiting for that moment, to get those words off his heart and walk out of the doors, never looking back. He did it with his shoulders squared and his head held high. Still, Rina couldn’t decipher whether it was bravado or plain stupidity.“You would still have your job if you’d just let me say something,” Rina muttered as they took the turning to the parking lot. “Now, Isaiah is going to have your head, and maybe blame me for your death as well.”“I spoke about this with him already,” George explained, his voice still on the usual wavelength, not dampened by what just happened in there. “We decided it was best I left rather than work in an environ
Rina didn’t want to get into a confrontation with Regina, but she seemed to be asking for a scene. Her dramatic gasp echoed through the restaurant, causing the already staring crowd to gently whip their phones out. Eyes shone in excitement at the sight of another Rina drama, but she really didn’t want to have to do that.“Who said you were better than me?” Regina drawled, wanting to have the last say. “What’s to say that you weren’t sleeping with the producers to get your roles? They always claimed you were the best thing to happen to Scottsdale, but now that I think about it, it was all about what you had to offer, wasn’t it?”Regina was only being spiteful, intending her venomous words to hurt Rina. But she stared back with a stoic expression. She was certain of herself, certain that everything Regina said was lies. And in truth, she expected it. It was the only thing Regina or anyone else held above her – the lies going around on the internet.George, on the other hand, couldn’t be
She was a bleached blonde, the bangs of her hair getting into her face as she sauntered closer to them, a sneer desperate to be expressed. Her lips were set grimly, but her eyes told another tale, like she was about to launch out the foulness in her if given the chance. The rest of the cafeteria drowned into nothingness as Rina focused on her, her long legs approaching the table. She was in a white two-piece suit that would have given each stride power if it hadn’t been for the expression on her face.It was a twisted version of a mix of anger and hurt in an unbalanced proportion, and George must have noticed it as well as his hands reached across the table to tap Rina. She looked back at him to answer the question in his eyes. But before she could form the words, Regina was already right in their faces.“I never thought you would be able to claw your way in here,” she drawled, with venom dripping from her tone. “You don’t seem to get it, Rina Powers. No one wants you in here. If the
“What is the update?” Rina asked, after laughing at his rather weird but true joke. She grabbed her cup of ice tea and nibbled on her straw. “Did you hear back from any of the agencies?”“Actually, I did,” he answered, grabbing his phone like he didn’t read the mail over and over again, the contents ingrained in his being. He had to, because he didn’t like the tone of the message. And his thoughts were confirmed before he reached the end of the mail. Phone in hand, he hit on the mail icon, and tapped the starred message, looking back at Rina.“It’s bad, isn’t it?” she asked, angling her head. It was apparent on his face, distress lines appearing on his forehead. “Come on. Get it out.”“Okay,” he sighed. “One of the agencies we reached out to was actually excited to have our mail. At first, they responded with so much fervor that I thought we already had this in our pockets. They wanted to know when you would be able to come over for a meeting to get your schedule and pay rate sorted o
Rina got into the street, navigating the traffic to the last place she wanted to be – Scottsdale Entertainment. She hadn’t been there since she started working for Joel Osteen, after returning countless times to ask that her blacklisting be looked into. She was seated at their conference table when Kayla’s eyes swirled with feigned tears, asking that the board give her something to do other than leaving her penniless.And they had dared suggest she was a guest at a podcast that spoke about the lies that she had been accosted it, they’d wanted her to paint a picture that they were true, so people paid even more attention to them.The more thought of it repulsed her, and half way to her destination, she almost made the decision to turn around. But she needed to see George. He had been in meetings all day and couldn’t come around to see her anywhere else. He had pleaded with her to meet at the coffee shop just outside Scottsdale Entertainment but Rina didn’t want it to look like she was
After ignoring the disdainful remarks of some of the designers at the fashion house, of course, with Joel trying to do damage control as much as his abilities permitted, the day finally came to an end and Rina could leave the building. It was a myriad of activities and emotions going on all at once that it was hard to focus on one thing at a time. But maybe that was what Rina needed.She walked through the hallways, moving from the media department downstairs to her office on the second floor, carrying her head high even though she heard the whispers of some of the people she met on the way. Joel addressed the designers and the rest of the employees after lunch, telling them that Rina was a part of the company and they needed to accord her the respect she deserved, irrespective of what they’d heard about her.But opinions had already been formed and one of the hardest things to do was to reshape an already formed ideology about someone. It was going to take something mind-blowing and