Is it bad that I completely forgot about this story? XD Sorry about that. I hope you guys enjoy this rushed update. I'm trying to get everything updated before I head off this weekend for a well needed event of R&R with a few friends and a bonfire. So try to be aware for any more updates from me.
I stared at the bright gold nameplate that had the name 'Vincent Chase' stitched on the front in Miama font that seemed to sway with the letters. All I could feel was the cold stares of anxiety that seemed to stalk me from the corner of the room. As if it was waiting and watching for me to movie even an inch out of my 'perfect' posture so it could leap upon me and take over my body with it's shaking silhouette.
My father's business room always made me feel like this. Hell, even his presence made me feel like this. Ever since I was young and told him that I did't want to be The Chase Space owner but one of the photographers within it, his presence became more threatening toward me and my actions. As few would say, I was my parent's precious show pony. I was the precious only child that was raised to bring the world to my knees with ownership of The Chase Space in an iron grasp.. Not the lonely little valley girl who was chasing the world with a camera. Not the girl who ended up with white stuff in her hair like I ended up today.
And that's why I'm here. All because some handle on a paint can broke and tumbled down then sent a wave of white toward me and my cashmere sweater. It seems that this somehow is 'ruining' our family's reputation because of the way I reacted. Instead of stomping and reacting like Nathan usually does when people end up even daring to cross his path that bares the Prescott name. But when it came to me, I let it be.
Did it made me upset? Yes.
Did I curse? Sure as hell did.
Did I order Courtney and Taylor to go get me a towel? Yup.
But did I rip Samuel a new one? No.
Did I complain to Mr Wells? Nope.
But what I did do was stare at Max's smile she gave toward me as she walked by. This made the anxiety worst in this moment. I thought for certain someone say Max's and mine's quick encounter after that. A quick kiss under an unlit lamppost and that was it since we heard the yells of football idiots not far away.
The thought of being caught made the anxiety that had been stalking me from the corner was now right over my shoulder, breathing heavily upon my neck and shoulders. I felt as if the claws of this... Creature was digging into my skin that was above my heart. I started shaking slightly, hoping that my father wouldn't notice when he walked in. My picture perfect look and posture was crumbling and shattering.
There was a door slamming and my posture straightened like a pole. "You look like a stifled whore. Fix up yourself! Shoulders back, legs crossed at the knee, and toe pointed Victoria." I did the list in order and watched my father with determination filling my eyes. He seemed to be impressed for only a few seconds. But that was the only time that looked took over his face.
"Victoria. You know for curtain that the Chase name is not taken lightly. Even Miss Caulfield when I first talked to her was stuttering and clammy because she knew what our name carried. The ability to destroy a name no matter the talent that follows it or to make a person no matter what talent doesn't flow through it." His gigantic hand drifted across the desk quickly as he than sat in his leather chair.
"YOU have to try and push this upon those who dare do ANYTHING toward you. Accident or not. Show the world that the Chase name is one to be reckoned with. It doesn't matter how. Shouting, cursing, threatening, or any other way possible I don't care but show them. Show everyone that they should be scared of us. Don't let this happen again. Understood?"
I nodded once toward my father. One nod, shoulders back, back arched, crossed at the knee and one toe pointed. Perfect and he agreed. "Good. Now leave. Also, tell Miss Caulfield that I need some photos from her for our next gallery walk. Stay good and give people a reason to fear the Chase name. Remember, we are the conquers of this art world." I nodded once against left the room.
Anxiety following me as I left. Stalking me from only a few inches away. Breathing heavily and claws glistening as it was swaying toward me for another chance to clutch at my skin.
I need Max and I need her now.