*Smash* "Damnit! That bastard!" The Cher household was stormy, as the hurricane passed through the house...
A few of the remaining maids in the dining room ran in fear. They were paid to clean, not to take the brunt of the anger from their employer...
"Did it not go well daddy?" Rin's voice came from out of Father Cher's periphery.
He turned to look at his daughter, he gritted his teeth. "No, that turtle threatened the company if you refused to marry that bastard. After refusing that he went and legitimized him and then asked if there was still a problem! Can you believe it?" Father Cher was outraged, he didn't care if the child was a bastard. But his daughter's happiness came first... He wouldn't accept lying down and taking a loss.
Rin also gritted her teeth. As she clenched her fists. 'Oh Stella. Why couldn't you drive those bastards away from me?' She fell so much she became delusional, thinking Stella would save her...
"Don't worry Rin, if it comes down to it not going to the wedding is the best you can do. Try to win over that young man you like and wed, the old man is extremely old-fashioned, he won't accept a widow or a married woman into his family." Father Cher gave his only thought for now.
Rin lowered her head and smiled slyly. 'I see, that makes sense...'
"Alright." She replied with a blooming smile on her face. Making her father's heart melt at his daughter's smile.
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"Young master, please come this way." Housekeeper We was the first servant to adapt to the new way to address Stella.
Stella followed Housekeeper We, she knew the layout of the Fude household much better than these servants knew, considering she still looked slightly dirty she could imagine the looks on the faces of the family when they realize who exactly 'Stella' is...
Housekeeper We escorted Stella to her old room. Back before she was stuck in the dark, empty room in the servants quarters, she now was put back into the room that she should be in any way...
Stella walked into her room. It was completely lifeless. It was a plain room, arguably it had everything she would need... But it was like it was close to 10 years ago, a room. Not somewhere you would want to be in.
Stella walked in and Housekeeper We dismissed himself. She walked over to the bathroom to clean herself up.
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Stella looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was pristine, despite being slightly pale. Her makeup made her look like a feminine male, but without she looked like an exquisite woman. She could be a pretty woman which men would surround to protect her, or a dominating woman. Where her admirers could only watch from afar.
*Cough* Stella lightly coughed into her hand. Leaving a splodge of blood. She washed her hands and walked out of the bathroom...
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"Hey! Get me those folders now! We need to secure the next top talents." A female's voice filled an empty hall.
People walked throughout the hall, making it seem like it would engulf you, a couple of people sat at a table as they faced a small stage in front of them.
The director sat in the middle of the seating arrangement. She had a stern look on her face.
The people beside her were investors in the product, both had great hopes for this perfume line and the director had a lot of pressure on her hands.
The people behind her handed the folders on to the table, she and the investors opened the files in front of them.
"There are some good candidates here." One of the investors commented as they read the profiles of some of the women spotted outside of the hall.
The director kept her look. While these women had proficient repertoires, none of them shouted out to her to take on the project.
"Is there anyone who you're interested in?" One of the investors asks the director.
The director lightly snorted. "How would I know who I'm interested in if I haven't seen them do anything yet?" She retorted with a cold voice.
The investors stayed quiet from then on, some directors would be interested in their options before seeing any auditions... Cleary not this woman.
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Hours went by, sub-par performances after another made the director fall in a desolate mood. She hoped that the pull of the perfume company would attract some good models... But she didn't have anything interesting to work with here.
"Wasn't number 21 pretty good?" One of the investors commented to the director.
The director lightly snorted. "You must be blind." She commented, earning a scowl from the investor.
He would retort with threat of her job, but she had the reputation for saying what she thought, even to the former employers she has openly criticized...
The director didn't think anything of number 21, in fact, she was certain that the woman wasn't any way near qualified to be a model for such a company, possibly meaning that the investor and she had some illicit relations...
She sometimes hated this industry, so many men and women would use each other to get what they wanted. Sex, money, high positions, power. Anything that was available could be used by these people.
She looked on at the stage as the last person came into the hall. The director didn't have a clear view of the woman, but she just wanted to go home and cancel this contract right this moment...
She was pleasantly surprised when she saw a goddess appear on the stage. With the dark hall with a slight light aimed at the stage, she looked angelic. Her blonde hair with bright blue eyes made people look in her direction. While her face was slightly pale, making people's heartstrings be pulled. She seemed so pure and angelic, unblemished, untouched.
She was perfect for what they were aiming for. "Can I have your candidate number and name please." The director said the same lines she had done for hours, but now she had some hope, hope that this woman could act.
"Number 173. Name, Stella."