Chapter 3: The Modeling Opportunity

Tony had a smile on his face as he leaned back in his seat to get comfortable. He looked Maya lustfully. 

"First, the job of a promoter is yours, if you fuck me tonight."

Maya became angrier upon hearing the first option, but since she had not yet heard the second option, she managed to control her behavior for the moment.

"Second option, feel free to give me a blowjob right here and now. These are your only options, if you must work in my..."

Maya interrupted him once again before he could finish his statement. She expressed her anger by shouting loudly and hitting his desk, "Asshole!!!" She retorted aggressively.

"Let me guess, you don't want the job?"

"No, I'm saying you can't have either of the two options. You disgust me!" Maya said many more things to Mr. Tony as she got up from her seat to leave.

"If you do change your mind, let me know." Mr. Tony rejoined playfully smiling. 

"I don't want to see you ever again, because if I do, I am going to give you a dirty slap." She said angrily, as she opened the office door.

"And if you fail to do just that, it means you want to have sex with me." Tony added playfully to bug Maya.

Maya's frustration with Mr. Tony reached its peak, leading her to storm out of the office, leaving the door unlatched.

Despite being captivated by Mr. Tony's charm, Maya knew that the timing and circumstances weren't right for any involvement with him.

"This was all a pointless waste of time and energy. Maybe I should have continued pretending to be the CEO's wife or mistress. It could have given me a chance to meet the actual CEO and secure a job," Maya muttered to herself as she stepped into the elevator.

In her rush and annoyance, Maya left behind her documents in Mr. Tony's office, completely forgetting about them.

As she arrived on the ground floor, Maya encountered the secretary, Miss Ariana. 

"Madam, have you seen the CEO?" the secretary inquired, but Maya paid little attention to the question, dismissing it without a second thought.

Maya exited the company and made her way to a nearby coffee shop. Craving warmth, she ordered a steaming cup of coffee.

Just as she prepared to savor her first sip, Maya noticed a modeling magazine left on the table.

"Looks like someone left this behind. Well, I might as well take a look," Maya remarked to herself, flipping through the pages while enjoying her coffee.

As she reached the second-to-last page, instead of pictures, Maya found intriguing write-ups. Initially tempted to skip past them, her eyes caught sight of a bold modeling opportunity at the bottom.

Curiosity piqued, Maya skimmed the details and made up her mind to give it a shot. Assessing herself, she turned back to the front pages of the magazine.

A realization struck Maya, she possessed the qualities required for the job. When an idea sparked within her, a mischievous smile crept across her face, understood only by her.

With a sense of determination, she promptly settled her bill and hailed a cab to transport her to the modeling company's location.

At this point, it was already noon, and Maya had a deadline of two hours to reach the modeling company.

Luckily, the modeling company was just a thirty-minute journey away.

Ten minutes later, the cab arrived and picked up Maya, taking her to the modeling company.

As Maya arrived at the company, she was awe-struck by its grandeur and beauty.

Observing what she was wearing in comparison to others, Maya began to doubt if she was suitable for the job.

Just as she was about to leave the company's entrance, a lady approached her and asked, "Are you the lady who called us earlier?"

Maya saw this as an opportunity and quickly seized it. "Yes, I called this company a few minutes ago," she replied.

"Interesting, you look exactly how your voice sounded on the phone. I knew you would be very attractive. But first, let's make a few adjustments, starting with your shoes and tops. After that, we can consider makeup and other items," the lady said while assessing Maya's attire.

Maya followed the lady into the showroom, where a stunning display of costumes awaited the models.

"So, this is one of our showrooms, specifically designed for beginners," the lady explained.

"It's absolutely beautiful! And all these clothes... Does that mean I can try any of them?" Maya asked, filled with excitement.

The lady chuckled and replied, "Ha... ha... No, I didn't say that. Over here, Mr. Lee!" She called out to one of the modeling directors in the showroom.

Mr. Lee, a Chinese man who had also grown up in the United States, approached them. With over ten years of experience as a modeling director, Mr. Lee was well-versed in his role.

"Mr. Lee, meet..." The lady gestured towards Maya.

"My name is Maya," Maya introduced herself.

"But that's not the name you gave me on the phone. Anyway, Mr. Lee will be directing you today. Follow his instructions diligently," the lady stated.

Maya nodded in agreement. The lady was the chief director of the modeling company, and Maya was ready to cooperate and follow Mr. Lee's guidance.

Miss Jenna exited the showroom, aware that she had other matters to attend to before the CEO's arrival.

"Please, follow me," she instructed Maya.

Mr. Lee, accompanying them, took the opportunity to showcase the premises to Maya. He also introduced her to some of her fellow competitors.

Maya quickly formed connections and made friends, although not everyone reciprocated her friendly gestures. The modeling industry was filled with ambitious individuals, each vying for a coveted spot on the front cover of a magazine.

However, Maya's priorities were different. She simply desired a well-paying job, regardless of the spotlight.

Mr. Lee, who had a feminine demeanor, charmed everyone with his witty and warm-hearted nature. Directors admired him for his humorous personality.

"Not to worry about your complexion, it can be enhanced with a special oil we have. Your face and hair are perfect, but a few adjustments are still needed," Mr. Lee assured Maya.

He presented a collection of new designer clothes, handing them over to Maya.

To be continued... The Man on Suit