It came like a summer breeze. Ryan thought, ‘TEETS, I know what I want from him now.’
[Please state your objective.]
‘I want to make Florent to be fired from his agency.’
[Understood.]
[Objective 3: Make Florent be fired from Bloeu Agency.]
And to make that into reality, Ryan turned on his heels and left the 9th Fashion Show’s gate. To achieve his objective, he shouldn’t be seen here. Let Florent and the others think he left, when in reality, he just rounded the corner and went inside a nondescript café.
After grabbing a cup of plain black, he sat on the corner of the slow-hour café and checked with TEETS. ‘Let me see my abilities’ progress.’
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[Status]
Name: Rayven Ashford
Age: 27
Goal: Revenge on the Host’s in-laws and old family.
Targets:
- Robbert Crowne (Achieved)
- Marissa Crowne (Objective Not Submitted)<
The 9th Fashion Show looked like any other of its kind.Dimn ballroom with overhead lights casting the runway in a cold, bluish color. The midnight blue curtains part for each model. A Strobe of lights danced on either side, matching the background's slow beat.Pretty people in fancy clothes sat on the chairs along the runway's sides, perhaps celebrities and the riches. He might not be able to name even one of them, but Ryan could tell that none seemed friendly. He had proved it by saying hello to the woman sitting next to him with big busts and overly-done ginger hair. She didn't even bat an eye, preferring to look ahead with a perfect smile on her heavy makeup face.Sighing, Ryan did the same. The models on the runway were as tall as a lamp post, with long legs and curvaceous bodies. He didn't think three hours were enough to do their hair alone, let alone apply some of their bold makeup. Here, he wasn't talking about bright red and gold eyeliners but more lik
Florent was hiding something.Through his conversation – or implicit interrogation – with Henry Bloeu, the designer and owner of Florent's agency, Ryan learned that his little brother-in-law was doing something despicable.With his Unveiled Tongue activated, Ryan could force the person he talked to into telling the truth. There was no lie, but only the truth remained.After learning that bit of information through the old designer, Ryan was confident in his move against Florent. He didn't fight with nothing up his sleeve; he just had to get the proof now.That said, Ryan was currently standing with his back leaning on the wall, the dressing room on his right, and the restroom on his left. Now, he must find some girl who might know or have a one-night stand with Florent. That was the lead he got from Henry.Just like what George Palessino said, luck seemed to be in him.A girl in a white dress walked from the hall and into the res
Under a moonless sky, Ryan stood with his hands inside his slacks pockets. His head tilted back, trying to see if he’d see a star. Alas, he only saw orange-tinted lights and dark blue above him.The 9th Fashion Show had ended about two hours ago. With the interviews and the likes, it’d take more than a while for Violet to show up. Moreover, he guessed there’d be some designers and agencies that wanted Violet to model for them. He already got some calls and rejected them right away. Hopefully, Violet would see some sense and refuse their offers, too.Ryan rubbed the back of his neck, trying to banish the soreness there. Violet should be here soon.“What do you want now, scum?”He turned to find the person he was waiting for. Her face was no longer dolled up like earlier on the runway. She had changed her clothes, too, now wearing a simple blouse and a pair of jeans. She carried a big paper bag, he guessed it was the dark blue
The following day, Violet stormed her little brother’s apartment.Knock!Knock!Knock!“Open the door, Florent!”She waited for three seconds before she continued with another incessant knock and yelled, “Wake your lazy arse and open the fucking door or I’ll kick it open myself!”A rustling sound was heard from inside.Soon, the door opened, and a bed-haired, tattooed young man stood before her. He only wore pants hanging lowly by his hips. A sleepy expression on his face. “Vi, what are you doing here so early?”“It’s ten already. Wake the fuck up.”Florent sighed and rubbed his face to get the sleepiness away. “What happened that you have to bother me this early in the morning?”Instead of answering, Violet breezed past him and sat herself on the leather couch before the window. From there, she could see the view of Paris and its iconic
A group of girls hunched around a wooden picnic table in the university’s park, eating their lunches before their afternoon class started.“Have you heard?”“I can’t believe that it’s true, though.”“I heard he’s a talented fine arts student here. So maybe they want to keep him here for the good records?”“So, they will let his exhibition go on next week despite that video?”“Seriously, how can they let it happened?”“Who let what happened?”The hushed conversation was cut short when a tall, blond young man in a stylish shirt and khakis walked by. His tattooed arm slung around an auburn-haired girl. Unlike any other students around him, he had no bag, merely holding several notebooks and a pen in his pocket.He was oblivious to their conversation. Being talked about and gossipped was nothing new to a model like him. Besides, he was t
A tattooed blond model and talented art student glared at each of his classmates, but the university's dean approached him then. "Florent Crowne," the mightiest and prettiest woman in the room said, "Meet me in my office. Now." However, right then, his phone rang as a notification appeared on his screen. Henry's assistant. A new photoshoot, maybe? Florent took the call. 'Mr. Bloeu wants to see you. He said he'll fire you if you don't come to the office in thirty minutes. Ah, fuck. What do they want now? Glancing once at the pretty woman holding the dean position at this university, Florent decided it wasn't the time to deal with her. He brushed her off, stormed out of the class, and strode into the parking lot. He had to get to his agency office now. While he had to deal with what was posted on the university's web, his work was in the way. If Henry wasn't his boss, he'd disregard him, too. But now, his work was more important than the pretty dean's order. Besides, things didn't
A sly grin on Ryan’s face, pulling wide on his lips. His eyes were unlike their usual warm brown but cold with darkness forbidding inside.Florent didn’t know how to react, far too shocked at the unexpected turn of events. “How… ho-how did, how- why are you here?”Oh, Ryan enjoyed this.He never saw Florent stammering like a kid with a mouthful of rotten vegetables. With a face as pale as a sheet of paper, as if he saw a ghost, bloody with missing limbs and two heads floating before him.Right, maybe he did. Not as that exact appearance, of course. Ryan appeared out of nowhere – like a fucking ghost.“I close the door behind me,” Florent said, a hint of accusation and anger in his tone, “I close the door behind me, so how can you get here?”Ryan shrugged his shoulders, acting nonchalant, “I opened it, how else did I get inside? Teleportation?”“Don’t
“Are you happy now?”Violet asked that, something he dreamed to hear coming from her mouth. TEETS made this happen, and Ryan couldn’t thank the System enough for it.“Why are you doing this to my family?” Violet said again after Ryan didn’t respond to her the first time.Not that he didn’t want to, but he had a mouthful of beef steak, and he remembered Violet didn’t like it when people talked while eating. It gave her goosebumps, or so she said when they were children.“This isn’t funny, Ryan. Don’t you dare laugh at me.”Ryan looked at her and swallowed. He grinned, “Of course, it is. You told me not to talk while eating, but now you wants me to do that.”Hearing that bit, Violet narrowed her piercing blue eyes and furiously cut her own steak. “I never told you that.”Ryan took her to a dinner in a famous restaurant. He forgot its name, bu