Weary complexion.
Close-fitting attire.
The bad impression from yesterday still lingers.
Jessica's face turns bright red instantly. She pushes the door open and immediately pulls out her ID from her pocket. The door hits the wall with a loud thud, waking up Sebastian. He rubs his eyes, lifts the fallen clothes, and groggily says, "Your clothes..."
"Keep them," Jessica says with disgust, not bothering to elaborate as she turns around and leaves, feeling like another second in the room would taint her.
"Is she on her period or something?" Sebastian mutters quietly, then looks at the clothes in his hand and tosses them aside. Finding clothes, then not wanting them—crazy. Besides, what would I, a man, do with her clothes? Can't wear them anyway...
Sebastian lies back on the desk and sleeps until the world outside turns dark.
Three days later, at King Game Studio.
The renovation of the first and second floors is already complete. At this moment, a group of several dozen girls, dressed in cool attire and sporting various types of stockings, are adapting to the process with the stage teacher they found.
"Not bad, where did you find such a group of models?" Sebastian nods with approval, noticing that this group has high looks and good figures. The surprising part is they are cheap.
When Sebastian first learns the price, he thinks he has heard wrong. The combined price for twenty people is only 50k.
Thinking quickly, he says, "Patrick, you actually don't need to worry about the last thing, our relationship doesn't need to be so polite..."
"It's not really being polite," Patrick Anchor says with a smile. "For them, this price is actually quite good."
"Hey, don't fool me, I know the price of models." Sebastian is no child; a model with such looks and figures would cost at least 10 thousand each, and there are twenty models standing in front of him. Unless...
Sebastian's eyes move slightly as he looks over. Patrick Anchor looks over with a smile and explains, "You know my family is related to the TV station, right? Actually, major entertainment companies also buy equipment from my family, so it's not hard to get some trainees to come."
"But isn't the price a bit low?" Sebastian hesitates.
It's not that he's planning to be charitable; in business, reputation is crucial. If the price is too low, and someone becomes popular later, a single word could bring a huge impact. Though merchants seek profit, Sebastian feels it's necessary to avoid small benefits leading to big losses.
"This price is already good," Patrick Anchor says, clearly knowledgeable. "They are not professionals, and the experience of facing an audience on stage during their training is very important for them."
"Really?" Sebastian remains skeptical.
"You don't think I'm lying to you, do you?" Patrick Anchor says with a smile. "Actually, there's a more important point."
As he says this, he suddenly stops.
"Leaving a sentence hanging unfinished is a sure way to get beaten," Sebastian looks over, his eyes threatening. He hates it when people speak halfway and tease others.
"The more important point is that there will be cameras from CBS TV on stage later, and interviews from other media. So if they get exposure, it will increase their chances of debuting," Patrick Anchor shrugs. "So, don't say the money is too little. If it weren't to ensure the quality of the show, many trainees would come for free."
"I didn't expect it, you've actually used your brain," Sebastian praises with a smile.
"Hey, hey, is this a compliment?" Patrick Anchor expresses his doubts, soon becoming more dissatisfied. "Hey, Sebastian, can you be polite and look at the person when you're talking? Your eyes are almost glued to them."
"I'm checking my own work. Of course, I need to keep an eye on it." Sebastian stands with his hands crossed over his chest, watching.
"You really need a mirror to see your hypocritical expression," Patrick Anchor sneers. "Clearly, your eyes are almost glued to their feet, and you're still making excuses."
"I'm looking at the feet for products!" Sebastian admits openly: At a stocking show, what else should he look at but the feet?
"You must have a strange foot fetish," Patrick sneers. "You subconsciously look at girls' feet when you see them. I've noticed it several times. Don't deny it."
"Why deny it? Looking at feet is not illegal, right?" Seb smiles.
"That's right, you have a strange foot fetish," Patrick sneers. "The last time you said something about quality, what kind of taste does a man who looks at feet have?"
"Pervert!" Sebastian raises his eyebrows and says, "Is this answer satisfactory?"
"Yeah, exactly... Ah, you took over my words. I'll go check over there." Patrick chuckles, easing the awkwardness. Seb raising his eyebrows is a sign of dissatisfaction. Being classmates, he knows this.
"By the way, give Jessica a call. It's almost time to start, and she still hasn't arrived." Sebastian grumbles in dissatisfaction.
Just then, the model walking on the stage next to him suddenly falls, tumbling towards him. Seb quickly grabs the model's waist, preventing her from falling. He finds that her legs are weak and she seems unstable.
"Sugar, do you have any sugar?" Seb looks at the model's somewhat pale lips and shouts to the people around, "Fast carbon, chocalates or any sweets will do."
Soon, he finds a cookie and feeds it to her with water.
In a short while, the model's complexion improves, and she gains strength.
"Thank you, Mr. Vanderbilt. I'm sorry for the delay in your business..." The girl, who has a relatively pure appearance, quickly expresses her apologies after getting up.
"Trainees, I know you gals work hard to practice and debut, but don't overdo it and ruin your health." Sebastian chuckles and asks the girl in front of him, "You haven't eaten properly for at least a week, have you?"
"Yes, the auditor said my weight doesn't meet the standard, so I need to lose some..." The girl slightly lowers her head, showing a mix of shyness and grievance. "I didn't expect to suddenly faint, and I've never had this experience before..."
"What happened to you looks like hypoglycemia; always have some candy or sweet snacks in your bag," Sebastian advises, looking slightly dazed at the girl's dark eyes filled with longing and determination for debuting. He recalls seeing the same look somewhere before.
That's right. When Charlotte had not yet debuted, her eyes were like that. Her eyes could not accommodate anything other than debuting. Including the body and emotions... He remembers she also had hypoglycemia for a period, and for that, Sebastian had specially recommended a type of soft candy. He wonders if she still eats it now.
Thinking of this, Sebastian laughs silently inside his mind. Men are indeed peculiar. He says he won't think about it anymore, yet he still occasionally does.
The girl opposite him looks at the fleeting softness on Sebastian's face, her eyes slightly stunned. That expression is too gentle, full of a story's taste.
"By the way, what's your name?" Sebastian feels they might have some fate, and asks casually.
"I almost forgot to introduce myself." The girl gets up, her face brightening with a sunny and enthusiastic smile. "Nice to meet you, President Sebastian, I am Isabella Harris, a trainee from S Entertainment."