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Nip/ Tuck
Carla Santos
Chapter One
"Tell me what you don't like about yourself," Doctor Christian Troy said, giving off his signature, devilish smile that had coaxed hundreds of women to his bed. The woman sitting before him seemed almost entirely perfect and he could not figure out why she would need plastic surgery.
The woman was the Spanish model, Carla Santos who had moved to Miami to further her career. Her agent, Mister Roland Carlson was perched beside her like a hawk, uncovering the truth behind her visit to Christian. She answered with a perfectly smooth voice, "I don't like my nose. You see, I have a new gig for a makeup ad and the photographer has complained that my nose is a little too large. If I don't have it fixed soon then I might lose the job."
Christian looked down at the sketch of a woman in his file but did not circle the troubled area like he usually did. Instead, he closed the file and stood, walking around his desk to examine her nose. He ran his fingers along her beautifully sculpted nose and shook his head, "Your nose seems flawless to me so tell me: has your agent had any influence on your decision to have this procedure?" He had recognized her agent as soon as he had followed her in, filling the room with his strong, expensive cologne.
Carla looked over at Roland and then back at Christian, muttering plainly, "Well, of course. I needed his approval before I could get the procedure. It's mandatory for something this major." Even though she sounded confident, Christian could see a since of nervousness is her eyes. She could not, for some reason, look him in the eyes.
Christian looked over at Roland, thinking back to the previous two times he had seen him in his office with two other models. Their careers had both bombed shortly after their procedures and the second model was last seen throwing herself off of a bridge into a river. He spoke up forcefully, "Mr. Carlson, I am sure that you want to see Miss Santos succeed however, I remember the two previous models you escorted in here and they tell a very different story. One of which cannot even tell her story, Mr. Carlson because she is resting at the bottom of a pond right now. Tell me: why would your last model that you forced into surgery be at the bottom of a pond?"
Roland glanced over at Carla and then back at Christian, saying bravely, "She did not have the potential that Carla does and that made all the difference. Did you know that she was attending therapy and was taking antidepressants? She took her own life because she was a sad, depressed, pathetic little woman who failed miserably!"
Carla looked suprised as she cried out, "She killed herself? Roland, what the-" She pushed the chair back and stood up, moving closer to Christian and farther away from Roland. She continued, "You told me that your previous client moved to Los Angeles and became an actress." She could feel the hot burst of tears swelling up, knowing that her entire career and everything she had ever worked for was crumbling before her perfect eyes.
Christian touched her shoulder gently and pulled her back away from Roland, muttering, "You are a very twisted man and, therefore, I will personally throw out every surgery case that has you involved! Now, if you don't mind, leave!"
Roland picked his coat up off the back of his chair and marched out, muttering to Carla, "You have made your first and final mistake, Sweetie." He shoved past Liz just as she was walking in to tell Christian that he had surgery with Sean McNamara in fifteen minutes.
Christian nodded to Liz and waved her out, looking back at Carla and saying suavely, "Stay away from that loser and in the mean time, would you like to have dinner with me tonight?" He was laying the charm on thick.
Carla picked up her leather jacket and smiled, "I am well aware of your infamous feelings towards women. You believe that they are just toys that you can play with and then dump but I am afraid that I am a little different. Unlike your other 'partners', I have ethics and if you want me, then you will have to work. Aren't I worth it after all?"
"So, do you accept my invitation? It could be as elegant or as wild as you wish. I swear," He smiled again, flashing his pearly teeth.
Carla nodded and said, remembering, "Don't you have surgery? I would hate for your latest bimbo to have a faulty bubbly breast stuck in there." She laughed and walked out of his office and out on to the street.