Chapter Three - A New Pad, A New Job And The Unexpected

Arriving at the apartment had proven to be a straightforward endeavour. He did his best to remain emotionless since the neighbors were giving him weird stares. He put his key card through the slot and entered the apartment. He then closed the door entering a security code. The smell of fresh wood met his as he walked into the hall. The inside looked clean, and exactly like the picture he had seen online. He placed his suitcase onto the floor of the hallway. He cautiously walked in further, it was perfect for his needs. Going from room to room he tested the switches ensuring that the power worked. Now that he was satisfied with that, he decided to check each room to make sure that there were no cracks, leaks, damp, and such. Everything looked normal with no noticeable issues just fresh white walls that permeated the air with a varnish smell and polished dark oak wooden floors.  

He set about setting up in the apartment. Unpacking his suitcase, he hummed to himself, his shoulders were light and he was grateful that his apartment was fully furnished which explained how costly the place was considering the area it was in. He packed away his collection of polo shirts and kakis into the closet. Amias arranged them into an order starting from blues up to brows. Then he went on to organize his books into the nightstand before putting his essentials like his toothbrush into the bathroom. That reminded him, “I need to buy cleaning supplies.” he thought, before tucking his empty suitcase into the bottom of the closet. Closing over the wooden doors he could not help but smile. Being home was heaven for him. He checked his watch and bit his lip. The supplies would need to wait, he had a meeting to go to. He decided to take a quick shower, get changed and head straight to the QX Entertainment building. The appointment his friend had arranged was with the top CEOs of the company, it was a formality, but he still had a desire to impress his future bosses.

Standing in front of The QX Entertainment building, a nervous excitement started to build from within the depths of his core as he took deep breathes, the palms of his hands dripping with sweat. He had to run over here since his shower took longer than he had expected since he wanted to look good. He fist-pumped himself, before stepping into the building. He strolled up to the reception and met a happy-go-lucky woman who directed him to the seats in the waiting area. He sat down and resided himself to his thoughts. As a twenty-four-year-old, he had to admit that felt fear, the people he was going to be up against had started at younger age, and had an advantage over him. Biting his lip, he did his best to keep his composure. A dainty hand touched his shoulder. Standing before him was the receptionist, giving him a sympathetic smile as she did her best to calm his nerves.

Amias held the silvery black business card within his hand rubbing it thoughtfully with his thumb. The meeting with the CEO's had went swimmingly. The older gentlemen had taken a liking to him off the bat, and since his friend had recommended him, he was given an easier time than he expected others would have in his position. The only concern they had was his age since virtually all rookies in this place were between fifteen to twenty but since he had a youthful face, they figured that they could get away with saying he was nineteen. Before, the meeting concluded they instructed him to go to the hair and make-up department, so that he could get prepped for headshots. The oldest CEO, Mr Hua, had even invited him to dinner later on tonight at a local restaurant, and had given him his business card, in case he had any further questions. Breaking his gaze away from the card, he looked to see the door in front of him. The door flew open and an overly chipper woman grabbed him by the arm, pulling him inside. He creased his brow giving the older woman a suspicious glare but she waved it off. There were three other people moving around. She gave them orders in Korean, before brushing past Amias who gave the two young women staring at him a confused glance.

The youngest of the three approached him and explained that she is his make-up artist, the other woman next to her is his hairdresser and that the other woman rushing around with different items of clothing is his stylist. The older woman who had rushed by him is called Mrs Wong and she is the head of this department. After, explaining the basics of the staff arrangement to him, she introduced herself as, "Jeon Taeyeon" whilst the hairdresser introduced herself as "Lee Huang Chow". Jeon ushered him to a gray plastic chair that sat in front of a large crystal-clear mirror. Make-up and hair products sat in a orderly fashion on the table. He blinked at his reflection and watched as Jeon started picking out products whilst Lee started to comb his hair with a small plastic comb.

The hairdresser and make-up went to work on his face and hair as the stylist rushed about picking out various outfits. He was not used to being touched by multiple people but he supposed he would need to get used if he was going to be a successful actor. The upside was the make-up artist and hairdresser were gentle and did not pull and press too hard. He took notice of her, the make-up artist, her face reflected the glow of the light. Her skin like fine China, her silky black hair just touching her shoulders, her floral tea dress that was a mixture of white and blue. She wore a vanilla floral perfume that intoxicated his nostrils. He could not recall the last time he felt that way. Guilt prickled on his neck; his wife crossed his thoughts. Serenity did not love him and if he were honest, he did not love her but he was still married. He let out a sigh, he knew that he had free reign but still, until the divorce was finalized and done, he had to wait. He looked into the mirror and smiled, hints of black eyeliner covered the creases of his eyes and the way they had filled in his eyebrows with brown powder made his face look a bit more defined and sharper. His hair had gone from the bowl cut shape bundle of messy locks to a clean and sharp slicked back style. He gave himself a once over, before going over to the stylist who bundled a silver suit into his muscular arms, ushering him into a changing room.

"Amias?" a deep baritone voice spoke. He turned around to see who was there, he froze up dropping his clothes in the process. His eyes went wide at the person who stood before him.