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Focus, Teague.
But all I can think about is Mia and that shower stream.
Fuck my life.
I drop my pants and get up. “Fuck you, Mia!” I yell, heading straight to the bathroom. Mia’s grinning already; she was expecting this to happen. “I thought there’d be no barging in,” she says, rubbing her breasts.
You’ve got a fight in an hour.
That guy’s going to beat you to death if you do this now, it’s dangerous.
I go towards Mia and start teasing her nipples with my tongue.
You can still stop, Teague.
Just stop, that’s it.
Eh.
Life is overrated anyway.
I swear if that guy ends up killing me today, I would die a happy man.
The Theory of Non-Existence
SEBASTIAN
WANDERING DREAM’s entire building has those intimidating blank spaces with a single tastefully picked piece of art adorning every other wall. There are people moving about the office who look like robots instead of real people and one of the female robots greets me and I have a funny urge to look for the button in the back of her head that turns her off and flip it. The robot leads me to Liam Delaney’s office which is even more intimidating than the rest of the place and it takes me forever to get over the fact that I’m standing in the offices of one of the best modeling agencies in the world and not just with some photographer but with the billionaire owner himself.
“Sebastian,” Delaney says, when he enters the office and I get up to shake hands with him. His grip is firm and I can still feel it when he takes his hand away. “I’m so glad you decided to come by.”
Delaney goes to sit behind his desk and I take the same chair I was sitting on right across from him. “Why wouldn’t I,” I say. “I told you I would.”
Delaney smiles. “You always keep your word?”
“Never had reason to do otherwise.”
“Well,” Delaney says. ?
??I admire people who can keep a commitment. And well, I’ll keep my end of the bargain. We have a new client, who needs a fresh face to model for their new clothing line and when I saw you, I thought you were a perfect fit. Since the client leaves for Europe tomorrow and wanted to meet the model they were signing up in person, I arranged a meeting for the two of you. That is, if you decide to take the job of course.”
“I have no experience. What am I going to talk to the client about?”
“I told you Sebastian, they want a fresh face. That’s the reason they’re hiring you and not someone who has done a million campaigns already. It’s their requirement.”
“What if they don’t like me?”
“They will,” Delaney says.
“How do you know?”
“Because,” Delaney says. “I’ve known the client for years. I know what they like and what they don’t. Besides, the meeting is basically a formality. The hiring decision is entirely mine.”
“I don’t know,” I say. “I didn’t get time to talk to my friends or family about this because you wanted to see me on such short notice.”
“Do you always make decisions your friends want you to make?”
“Of course not,” I say, knowing that it’s a lie and I can tell Delaney can see through it. He simply shoves a file in my direction. “This is the contract. If you sign it, we can go see the client and you can come to work tomorrow have your first photo shoot. The amount we’ll be paying you is mentioned on Page 2 of the contract.”
