TWENTY-FIVE

Gemma sat in a white skirt and suit, her hair packed in a ponytail and her makeup perfectly blushed. In her hands, she held a white pen with a piece of paper at her front. Anita and Gira sat beside her.

Gemma smiled at the handsome man sitting in her front, with two huge men by his side. Isaac looked at the paper and handed it to his. Gemma closed her contract file and took a sharp breath.

"Mr Dale," she called softly, with a faint smile.

"It's good to have you as Shena's face, Miss Smith," Isaac said, closing the contract at his front.

"Wow, you guys sound and look professional," Anita rolled her eyes.

"This is work," Gemma explained.

"Hmm, I see... Could you give me that? " She faked a smile, taking the file from her.

"Here," Gemma passed the file without arguing with her. Isaac took his handling it to the man beside him.

"Isaac," Anita called, "Could you take Gemma a few shots someday? I like yours better," Anita offered. Isaac looked at her and Gemma, and he though