"Good morning, Blair. We have more work here than we can handle" Daliah, with all her exemplary politeness, murmured. Despite having reasons to lose her temper and let her bad mood lead, the woman never expressed this type of behavior. He was too professional for that."What happened?" Blair found herself surprised by the model's upset at what should have been the best moment of her life."Carolina has 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 designer refuses to adjust the piece, I'm out"Blair looked at the skinny body of the brunette in front of her. It looked like the embodiment of a doll. Those words seemed sick to her, but she refused to delve deeper into the subject. That wasn't his job."Well, I don't understand, but don't get neurotic""You're right. You don't understand" Carolina raised her eyebrows and, seeing that Blair's expression didn't change, she tu
Blair sighed, letting the absolute truth sink in. It was difficult to think of his life as something public, where everyone felt entitled to know in depth. Her past was too dark for others to know, and the way they were approaching scared her.However, she shook off the claustrophobic feeling and walked with the coffee to her boss's office. At the door, low voices could be heard having a casual conversation. She knocked on the door and entered only after receiving authorization.And amidst the exaggerated luxury, there was Michele Brian's office. His space was like the representation of what is best in the professional environment; the solid wood table, the large windows overlooking the skyscrapers, the light marble floor, the padded armchairs, the discreet chandelier, the walls painted in watercolor colors.The woman opened the door and, for a second, thought she had entered paradise. His eyes focused on the man in black so quickly that they seemed programmed to do so.When she came
"Hi, Blair. I know it's a little late to make an invitation, but I don't accept a negative response""Okay. Make the invitation""Me and the girls are going to a club. We rented a limousine and everything. I'm sorry for not telling you sooner, you arrived so quickly that I didn't think. Well, anyway, tell me your address and we'll stop by your home""What?" Blair laughed.She liked going out and dancing with friends, but not having commitments for the next day. And, even more so, having commitments to the police."I don't know if beautiful people need to get ready, but do what you have to do and we'll come by your house soon. Don't try to refuse""You're crazy"Despite finding the idea absurd, Blair got up and walked from the living room to her bedroom. She had worn a thin nightgown, which made her look as enviable as a designer dress.Deep down, she wanted some distraction. It was a new city, with a new job, new people, and a totally new reality. Maybe doing something for herself wou
The redhead looked at the blonde one last time, aware that this was a one-night stand. She smiled at Ethan, the devilish smile that would teach hell a lesson. With deliberately sensual steps, just on a whim, she glided across the dance floor, carrying with her longing glances. It was easy to capture attention. The ponytail swaying from side to side was charming as Blair headed up the stairs with the confidence of someone who knew what she wanted.The objective was understood by Ethan. Blair was being such a fatal woman that everyone else seemed to be a disappointment next to her. His sensuality hit those people like a freight train, including him. She knew she wasn't acting the right way, but she didn't care about moral principles. Not a lot.And when the redhead arrived at the stairs, the security guard immediately allowed her passage. I had orders to do so. But despite that, anyone would do anything those red lips asked. Her bloodthirsty heels touched the steps slowly, aware that Et
"You know this guy's story, but you didn't live it like I did. Don't ask me to accept all this shit as if I had no option" she began, feeling her strength leaving with each word. In his heart, the father's approach and the release of forgiveness meant different things."You fucked up my life. You made a point of taking everything from me, even the will to live. There is no forgiveness in the world that can overcome that" Blair looked directly at Jean, shooting the words at him as if they were gunshots.For a split second, she forgot everything. He forgot that he needed to be on good terms with his father for Spencer's investigation to continue. He forgot that Jean paid for his luxurious life. And he forgot that he had agreed to give her a chance. Blair just let her anger spill out."Enjoy the rest of the night" with that said, she walked back to her room.Blair Collins would never allow her father to see her tears, not again. She could hear him sobbing, unable to move from the spot wi
Martins is a mature woman, with some expression marks on her thin face. She's not the type to do cosmetic procedures to feel better, she just takes care of herself. Her dark hair is always tied in a formal bun, it's her trademark."On Friday, my boss called me into his office and asked me to open two buttons on my shirt. Because, according to him, the weather was very hot"I am constantly harassed by the man who pays my salary. I always act like I'm too stupid to understand jokes with double meanings. But deep down, I understand and feel disgusted with them. I'm afraid of being alone with men like him. I'm afraid of the police who look at me with malice. I'm afraid of coming home too late. Josh, my boss, is just another man who came into my life and planted trauma in me. However, it is certainly not the last."I worked late on the weekend. And this guy asked me out. He drives a fancy car, so he thought I would never refuse. But in the end, I refused. He called me a stupid bitch, and i
"Girl, I know I made a mistake with you. I didn't think straight..." Drake paused."I want the best for you, and that's all. I can't see you in fear forever, that ruins me. But I respect you, and I will accept your decision" he stopped again, hoping she would open the door."Tomorrow I'm going to look for other apartments. It's not fair for us to stay here, not when you can't stand the guy"Drake and Blair had been living in the apartment near the Strip for a little over two months. The million-dollar property was paid for by Jean, in an attempt to alleviate the damage to her daughter's life. Blair accepted because he valued his best friend's comfort. And at that moment, she knew she could no longer stay away from her father. Since accepting to work with Spencer, his personal and professional life have become one.However, for Jean, that was the beginning of what needed to be done before the woman considered paternity again, and he was willing to give his life for it. He was an import
The woman would be delighted with the idea of having friends, going out drinking and dancing, living in a nice place with her friend and being able to enjoy a normal life. No negligent and abusive parents, no harassing bosses and misogynistic men, no financial difficulties and, above all, no lies.Blair was in a trance, looking up and imagining thousands of chances. There was no reason to sabotage yourself again.And as she thought about a likely, and perhaps inevitable, future, she felt a hand close around her wrist and pull her back. The woman needed a second to snap out of her thoughts and return to the real world, realizing that a man was pulling her towards him."I just want to talk" he almost shouted. His tone of voice seemed altered, out of character.She didn't know how to react, she was still trying to assimilate the situation. The man, taller and with many more pounds, continued to pull. His eyes were red and his clothes were shabby, like a homeless person.The woman felt pa