The city lights of Los Angeles were what lit up the world in dark times. The future was in the skyscrapers and in their grandeur. Every building on the outskirts of the city that never slept had a purpose; show your power.The Roosevelt Hotel was an interesting setting. With its white facade and large rounded supporting pillars, the building had a modern look. Its interior was no different, boasting an abundance of elegance. The chandeliers in the various rooms, the pure marble floors and the superior suites with indoor pools were signs of a fortune.In the master bedroom bathroom, in one of the city's most sought-after hotels, Evans Donovan was finishing lining up his bow tie in a millimeter way on his tuxedo. He surveyed his reflection, looking for flaws that anyone else wouldn't notice. But that man was obsessed with perfection in the details. His attire, as usual, was entirely dark. The only glow on her figure came from the silver rings on her fingers.When there was a knock on th
( Behold, it appears from nowhere And time is closing around it If nothing is going very well in the drinker's life With her here, it will only get worseI'll tell you what it's like, wherever you are You're totally out of action You can't speak anymore, like someone who sees you freeze The moment she enters the salonAnd he'll drink, he'll fall, get up and start drinking again Only with a lot of sacrifice he gets home in the morning Until then, it's okay, but it's every day, yes, another one tooAnd all this is the fault of the Devil Woman Who pursues me at night everywhere But if it wasn't for the horn and the tail I wouldn't be able to stand itAnyone is intimidated if caught in his gaze Feels all his luck is gone.And he'll drink, he'll fall, get up and start drinking again Only with a lot of sacrifice he gets home in the morning Until then, it's okay, but it's every day, yes, another one tooAnd all this is the fault of the Devil Woman Who pursues me at night everywhere
The days dragged on slowly for the rest of the week. Lora had started her new job, where she worked just to keep up appearances while her real job was to be Spencer's eyes and ears. None of her co-workers knew, or suspected, and it made her think even more about what a spy she looked like.Lora closed the last buttons of the coat she was wearing. She was in front of the building where she worked, in a taxi. The busy Strip had woken up early on Friday morning, was buzzing and ready for the day ahead. The always happy city did not lose its shine. Some luxury casinos were already opening their doors to the billions, others still hadn't slept.She was happy in her new job as it was different from all her previous ones. It was easy for Lora to get jobs in busy places. They hired her just for looks, because they knew that redhead would be a customer magnet. But it didn't take long for the rampant harassment to begin, followed by unnecessary touching and cheap pick-up calls.However, his new
In the heart of the agency, the place where stylists and models met so that magic could happen, true chaos had ensued. Several people were running from one side to the other, fighting against time to complete all the goals for the day.The models were in their seats, trying on the clothes from the show on their slender bodies to make sure they would be perfect for the big day. Meanwhile, stylists put on their glasses and strained their minds for flaws to be fixed.Lora spotted Daliah, her closest co-worker, in the middle of the hurricane, talking to one of the models. The girl, a young woman dressed in a robe, looked annoyed. And that model had something different. She looked more beautiful and confident than any other. Her well-groomed hair, enviable body and blue eyes made her look like a goddess.- "Good morning, girls" the redhead smiled sweetly.- "No, it's not a good day" the model rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.- "Good morning, Lora. We have more work here than we can ha
- "Carolina gained a few pounds since the last fitting. Now the dress needs adjustments" Daliah explained.- "What's wrong with making adjustments?"- "Are you kidding me? If the stylist refuses to adjust the piece, I'm out"Lora looked at the thin body of the brunette in front of her. It looked like the personification of a doll. Those words struck her as sickly, but she refused to delve into the matter further. That was not his job.- "Well, I don't understand about it, but don't be neurotic"- "You're right. You don't understand about" Carolina raised her eyebrows and, seeing that Lora's expression didn't change, she turned and walked to the other side of the room, completely frustrated.- "And that's the kind of crazy I deal with every day" Daliah sighed.- "You do a good job. By the way, you look beautiful today"- "A compliment from you is a big deal"Both were wearing dresses. Lora wore a simple one-piece, black dress with a rounded bust and a modest length. She was professiona
- "You can help me around here. Mrs. Brian is in her office, so I need to meet the demand of the models and her demands. You can save me from this"- "Of course. Just say what I need to do"Despite being in a light job, where she didn't need to bend over backwards to prove herself worthy of the job, Lora was capable of fulfilling any mission. She was used to heavy demands from childhood.- "Thanks for that, really. You could start by going to Ms. Brian's office and asking if she needs anything"- "Leave it to me"Lora walked to her own office first, where she left her bag and turned off her cell phone. The environment was not an example of organization, not least because it was not used only by her. There was someone else, on another shift, who didn't mind keeping the place tidy. And after assessing her reflection in the handheld mirror, she decided she was presentable enough to see her boss for the first time.The woman walked to the end of the hall, where the CEO's large office was
Lora knocked against the door twice. She was looking forward to meeting her boss, as she was part of Spencer's investigation as the murdered man's widow.- "Please come in" Michele authorized, and then Lora entered the large office.- "Good morning, Ms. Brian. I'm Lora Lins. Daliah is busy, so she asked me to come and ask if you need anything"Despite being focused on the screen in front of her, typing quickly and attentive to every word, Michele heard her well.- "Lins, right?"- "Yes ma'am"- "Is your father some famous director or do you just have the same last name?" Michele was still typing as she talked, not taking her eyes off the redhead for a millisecond.- "Jean Lins? Yes, he's my father." Having said that, Lora finally gained Michele's attention. The brown eyes quickly went up to the redhead who was standing a few feet from the door.- "Oh, interesting situation"The CEO's thoughts were hovering around her employee's story. To the world, she was very recent news. Jean was f
- "She's not the curious type" Daliah assured.- "She asked me about my father" Lora walked to the coffee maker and removed the last coffee she had prepared, placing it on the tray.- "This subject does not count"- "I know it generates curiosity, but it's still my personal life" the redhead analyzed what was on the tray; sugar, coffees, spoons, cream and sweetener. It looked good enough.- "Get used to fame, babe" Daliah drank the last sip of her water and left the kitchen, heading for the chaos of clothes and stressed bodies that awaited her.Lora looked uncomfortable. The world was big and dangerous, but at this point, so was she. He knew how to deal with people, situations and moments. He never submitted to the superior. However, this was his life before the spotlight on his person. After accepting her father as her provider, she had seen the world through different eyes. It wasn't just his daily struggle to be decent. It was about proving to be someone other than what they had em