She's... a beautiful girl with a million talents. Who doesn't know him in the entertainment world unless they are far from modern and don't seem to care about all social media? Even his fans went abroad only because of his social media posts and his presence on the small screen which continued to shake the world of entertainment.
Litara Oneurmoufe. This girl who was admired by many people in addition to being beautiful and talented had an IQ above average. The ideal body shape with a slender height is always envied by women. Even if a woman's eyes look at her, she will immediately be fascinated, let alone men? Then how do they feel after seeing the news that their idol girl has officially become the wife of the most successful CEO in their country?
Cekrek!
Cekrek!
Cekrek!
The beautiful girl who is usually called Tara continues to pose in front of the camera. Yes... She will continue to do photo shoots because it is her profession as a model. Not a photoshoot for a magazine in general, but a photoshoot for a well-known designer magazine that only exports its goods abroad. They will sell goods domestically when the time comes, it's nothing because their convection company is not based in the country but is an area with island reach and across the ocean. For their country, they will issue only fifty goods each year, and even then they can buy only those with cards with a lot of money in them.
"Stop! We're done," exclaimed the young photographer with a finger pointing up, a sign that everything was in order and that those there could rest or go straight home.
The beautiful girl exhaled roughly, after this she was still required to complete the photoshoot for the presidential election promotion. He wanted to scream that he couldn't, but what could he do? It has already been signed by the manager, he can only obey and the payment will flow in the account later.
"The young master called," whispered Rosalie, her manager as she wiped the sweat off Tara's forehead. While the woman only responded with a lazy nod.
"Leave it alone, that stupid man will only call because he accidentally pressed it."
Rosalie laughed at the artist's narrative. Hey... She calls her husband a 'stupid man'? Seriously. A 'stupid man' Aldrick Fagansa Serriel? It seemed that Tara needed a sedative so that she knew who her husband was.
"Don't badmouth your husband, Tara," said Rosalie as she followed Tara who was already walking into the dressing room.
"Hey, Rosalie."
The Japanese-Canadian woman turned her head when she heard someone call her name. Once again he had to be confronted with an unqualified person like this snake woman. Rosalie glanced at Tara who had entered the changing room.
"Why?" he asked, crossing his arms with his chin raised boldly. His eyes glared lazily at the glamorous-looking woman in hot clothes in front of her.
The woman groaned in disgust at the strange manager of Litara's famous model. That ugly woman dared him. Hey... What did Tara see in an ugly woman like Rosalie to hire her as a manager? That woman doesn't even have a good style at all. Look... He only wears jeans combined with a blue short-sleeved shirt that looks wrinkled, even his face doesn't even have the slightest make-up on it. Very in contrast to the manager who always pays attention to appearance. That's a natural thing because every manager will also be highlighted by the media along with the artist, while Tara? Isn't he ashamed to show Rosalie in front of the media? Sad!
"I just wanted to say hello to an ugly woman," the woman replied with a smug chuckle, clearly explaining how disgusted she was to see the half-blood woman in front of her.
As for Rosalie, the woman just shrugged nonchalantly. Trust me... If you listen to the serpent woman's words you will get sick. Your ears are also your heart, it's a waste of time!
"If I had accepted the offer to be a model last year, I'm sure you'd be below my level of popularity, Miss Angeli. But I had to refuse because I'm so loyal to my artists, not like those who prefer money over loyalty." Rosalie suppressed her last words with a slight lethal grin.
About what Rosalie said? That's true. She was indeed offered to be a model when Tara couldn't get a photoshoot for the latest wedding gown from her city's famous boutique. And yes? Like what he said. He was forced to refuse for the sake of his loyalty to work for Tara and did not want to deal with the poses that would be shown by the photographer later.
Rosalie Pavieta. Has a height of 167 with a bodyweight of 55 kg, milky white skin, oval face shape with slanted eyes, thick eyebrows, sharp nose with full lips underneath. Back long hair that he deliberately colors bluish-black adds more value to him. Well, it's not wrong if someone offers her to be a model with an almost completely perfect body, right? Even Tara always urged him to follow her path, but Rosalie always refused and said she didn't like to be bothered by the odd styles of photographer guides.
For Angeli. Maybe he had myopic eyes to say that Rosalie was ugly. Hey... if a beauty contest, maybe Rosalie will get more supporters than her. Good grief! Forget it.
Angeli smiled sarcastically at Rosalie's words. "You'd better keep those words of yours. I'm sure you'll go through the same thing with them."
"I won't. It's not my nature to change professions, even if later that happened I wouldn't want to be the manager of a snake woman like you," replied Rosalie fiercely and undeniably. His gaze also sharpened towards Angeli.
"Damn!"
Angeli's hand just wanted to throw a hard slap on Rosalie who was being too rude to her, but another hand blocked her first, causing her to fall to the floor. He was getting more and more emotional when he saw it, how dare someone make him fall like a can that was useless at this time.
"Don't bother my manager, Angeli. Your business with me is not with Rosalie."
Angeli clenched his fists tightly until his knuckles turned white. He looked up and found Tara looking at him casually.
Asshole! This woman.
Angeli immediately got up and...
Plak!
A hard slap landed on Tara's smooth cheek just like that. Tara even smiled feeling the pain on the left cheek that had just become a victim of Angeli's emotions. His eyes were full of Angeli who was now smiling slightly at him.
"Ah, my hand hurt your beautiful face, Tara. Sorry..." Angeli said deliberately with a scornful tone. His hand tried to reach Tara's cheek in a sorry acting style, but Tara quickly grabbed Angeli's wrist so tightly she winced in pain.
"Let go of me, you bastard!" Angeli snapped in pain.
Tara smiles hearing Angeli's screams. "I'll let you go when you apologize to Rosalie right now."
"Will not!" Angeli hissed right in front of Tara who smiled and strengthened her grip even more.
"Akh..." Angeli groaned in pain and tried to free his arm from Tara's grip.
"You think you can fight me, Angeli? With your bully and do whatever you want. I'm not sure your career will last long," Tara sneered, tightening her grip even more. Ignoring the look of pain on Angeli's face.
"Fuck! Okay fine. I'll apologize to that ugly woman."
"You think you can fool me with your words?"
Angeli took a deep breath before finally saying the thing he didn't like the most. "Okay Rosalie, i'm SO SORRY."
Tara immediately released her grip. "Good. Let's go Rosalie. Your eyes will hurt if you keep looking at this woman," said Tara who immediately left with Rosalie behind her.
As for Angeli, the woman could only clench her fists hearing Tara's insults at her. "I'll make sure you're the one who will destroy Tara."