At the back exit of IMG modeling agency in Paris, a lady leaned against a black Rolls Royce Phantom Limousine.
She wore an exaggerated shoulder wool twill tux jacket,with a black stretch crepe skinny pants,
and a black patent leather pump to match. She was almost dressed in black, and It was simply charismatic.
Just then,her phone chirped telling her she had a call. She slid down her Gucci Jackie small shoulder bag opened it, brought out her phone,hit the accept call button and put it to her ear.
"Hello,dad, why are you calling?". She asked.
"Hey, Valerie, how are you?".
"Am doing fine". She replied,a smile on her face but a sneer in her voice.
"Actually,I called to inform you, that Mr Miller asked to bring Miss Miller back to America".
"Okay I got it". She stated firmly trying to suppress her anger. She looked angry and hurt at the same time.
"You are still angry at me?".
"Can't I be allowed to at least do that". She asked,her eyes went to the clouds. She felt so sad.
"I'm sorry, but we will talk more when you are back home".
"As if your work will allow such miracle to happen". She retorted.
"Sorrry, but I got to go". He replied and dropped the call.
Just then,a captivating, lady-like woman appeared. from the back entrance of IMG modeling agency. She is babyish, interesting, intelligent and most of all, always responsible for how she feels.
She wore a white Poppy embroidered tulle and crepe jumpsuit. With a white Laney 95 pump shoes and a pouch small gathered leather clutch.
"Wow, MIA, this outfit look like what Sophia Turner would wear". Valerie complimented with delight as she walked to her and and collected her bag.
She was so excited at the sight of MIA, that she forgot all her problems.
"Same goes with you, you look so charismatic". MIA replied as she gave Valerie a pointed look.
"It all thanks to my lady boss". Valerie joked making an awful curtsey.
"Hey!". She yelled at Valerie for making jester of her.All the same, she smiled at her and continued.
"Valerie, I am hungry". MIA said and pouted her lips like a baby.
"It not like am your mom". Valerie murmured, smiling.
"I can hear you Valerie".
"Yeah, I know you can hear me. Let get going,I already searched up a good restaurant". Valerie replied as she opens the door to the car for MIA to enter.
"You are the best Valerie". MIA admitted and crack a smile.
"I know, to you,I have always been the best". Valerie replied very proud.
"Marco polo,at rue de la baume.". Valeria said to the driver.
"Yes ma'am". The driver replied and started the car engine.
Once in the car, MIA settled in. She gaze out of the window, relief flooding her as they pass by the paparazzi. They look curiously at the car,but they don't seem to see her inside.
"Can I get a glass of water". MIA demanded as she leans forward to her chair staring at her phone.
"Yes ma'am". Valerie replied sarcastically and stood up to get the water.
"What was that?, your yes ma'am... it doesn't feel real". MIA stated with a scowl.
"MIA, your dad's secretary called....
"Hey, take a look at this dress, don't you like it?". she asked as she collected the glass of water from Valerie.
"I like it, but it way too expensive". She replied and retracted her gaze from the phone.
"Hey,it not a big deal,I can always afford it. Come take a look at the shoes also". MIA said, placing the glass of water on top a table close to her.
"MIA, there is something important that I need to tell you". Valerie stated trying to get MIA'S attention.
But she was dead serious with her phone.
"Wow, Valerie I think this shoes will look good on you, and just so you know, I want to buy all of them for you. Your birthday is coming up soon let stay and celebrate it here in Paris before leaving for Turkey.
"Thanks, but I don't think that will be possible". She replied and made a long face.
"Why...?". MIA asked and looked up at Valerie in surprise.
Valerie then looked troubled, she knew how much MIA hated home,that the moment she brings up the word America, MIA won't be herself again. She hesitated for a moment before answering.
"Your dad wants you back in America". She replied,her voice has an aspirate quality, there seems always to be too much breath on the amount of tone.
"When are we leaving?". Mia questioned as she put down her phone, she crossed her legs and leans forward in her sit again. She looked disturbed.
Today was supposed to be a great day, she was amped to hit the waves today, since she became one the most established models of IMG modeling agency in Paris. She got this far without anyone's help, not even the help of her billionaire dad.
"Tomorrow morning". Valerie replied as she looks up at MIA with concern.
"Okay, America tomorrow we come!" Trying to hide the way she felt,she marvelled at the thought of America.
"That's great, am happy we are finally going back home,since two years now". Valerie laughed, her laugh was soft and low.
At the parking lot of Marco Polo restaurant, Valerie spot a troupe of journalists. The group of journalists catch sight of MIA and rushed over. Camera flashes go off, blinding her. Recording devices are shoved into MIA's face.
"How does it feel, now that you have become one of the most established models in IMG modeling agency?".
"Is it true that you are the daughter of the great Miller Garcia in America?".
"If it's true,why did you use a hidden identity all this while?".
"Are you here because Logan Gregg invited you?"
"Are you two dating?".
Just then a tall alluring figure putting on mask walked into the crowd he grabs MIA by the arm and starts to steer her toward the entrance door of the restaurant.
As they got closer to the door, the journalists press in and there are even many of them.
"Please say something miss MIA". One of the female journalists shouted.
The door to the restaurant opened and she gets in quickly. The gentleman follows her in, and a little while later Valerie joins them.
"Thank you so much for helping us out sir". Valerie said and curtsey.
"Hm...no, it should be me apologizing for the so much trouble". The gentleman replied.
"Why?". MIA asked as she crossed her arms glaring at the strange man.
"Don't tell me...it ...".
"Logan Gregg?, yes it me Logan Gregg".He replied while taking off his mask. He had a devil may care outlook and a stellar smile.
"Oh my gosh!, how can a man be this beautiful". Valerie spoke out, she was filled with admiration for him. He just stood smiling at her.
She took out a book and a pen from her bag. "Longan, can I get your autograph please". Valerie stated,a pleading look in her eyes.
"Hm... Logan, she continued. I am a huge fan of you, and you have always been my idol. Meeting you today,is like a dream come true".
"You are simply the casual type of person?". Logan began,while giving out his autograph.
"That's right, can't I do that?, you are just a year older than me". Valerie answered absent mindedly at him.
"So you are....?".
"MIA'S manager!". Valerie replied looking straight into his eyes.
"I mean your name". He corrected with a domineering smile.
"Ohh..my name,it called Arya sir". Valerie replied smiling back at him.
At first, MIA was surprised to see Valerie in such a good mood because of a male celebrity. But the moment she called out the name Arya, that was when she realized that it was all an act. She was doing all of this for her half sister Arya.
"Meet me at the car when you are done". MIA stated and started walking towards the door. She took out a fancy mask out from her bag to cover her face.
" Wait,we came here so you could eat..." . Valerie stated trying to stop MIA from leaving. "I lost my appetite". MIA replied.
"But..". Valerie tried to say something but was ashy cut off by MIA.
"Valerie!, you can stay back and have fun,all you want. But am leaving. Meet me at the hotel room". MIA replied and shoved Valerie hands away which was a sure sign that she was mad at her.
A few minutes later, after Valerie had taking care of things with the restaurant manager. She ran out of the restaurant to join MIA at the parking lot.
"Mr Elias, where is Miss Miller". Valerie asked the driver. MIA wasn't in the car. For a, her mind went blank.Where could she be?.
"I didn't see her come out of the restaurant ma'am". Mr Elias replied politely.
"Ohh....no.. where could she be..?". She muttered out in fear as she took out her phone to call MIA. She went through her contact list. And dialed my babyish boss.