Chapter Four
Disclaimer: OMG, I always forget this. I'll do it every few chapters. Just so you guys know - JK owns Draco, I own everything else.
"What did you say?", Rhea stopped dead. A familiar pain beheld her heart and the beating seemed to grow louder.
"I said, I think I'm dying."
"I'll be right there." The phoned clicked and then a flat tone sounded. Shokari set the phone back down. Physically she was fine. Mentally... different matter.
Rhea, stood back to the wall, tears began to well up in her eyes. Shokari had been her best friend and colleague for years and years now. (AAAAAAAH TRUTH REVEALED. SHOKARI WAS A MODEL... is she still? *EVIL GRIN*). She cannot be dying! No, she MUST NOT be dying. With, that Rhea seized her bag - black, velvet with satin ribbon, Audrey Hepburn style, and barreled out of the office.
"I'LL BE RIGHT BACK TOUT LE MONDE! Do NOT let the office BURN DOWN!", and then she was gone. Five whole minutes later, a door slammed, and Vuitton- clad Rhea was in the living of Penthouse 1, The Midnight Lion, Bellevue St. "Shokari!", she gasped as she knelt down beside her friend. One month gone, one month since she last saw her. The change was drastic. Shokari was vulnerable now, her height and weight out of measure... and eerily still beautiful. "Darling. Oh my God, my GOD. What did you do to yourself? You're so thin!", Rhea strode into the kitchen and flung open the door of the refrigerator. Everyone was still there, in its place, just as she had left it. Only, Rhea noticed, half the loaf of bread was gone and so was a bit of the margarine. "You ate BREAD the whole time I was gone? Oh no you don't!", she marched right back into the living, smoked salmon, baguette, cream cheese, and bread knife in hand. Plopping down by the coffee table. She began to saw at the two foot long bread stick. Then slathering it rather generously with cream cheese, Rhea slapped about thirty pieces of salmon in, clapped the two pieces of bread together, cut it in half and presented one portion to Shokari. "Eat that before you attempt to explain anything."
Shokari gave a small smile, and regardless of the warning, began talking. "Rhea I..."
"EAT!", then closing her eyes, and relaxing on a recliner, Rhea munched luxuriously. Sighing, Shokari followed suite. OOOOH did that EVER taste GOOD. Fact being, Shokari hadn't eaten in a week, living off water and biscuits. Minutes later, "All gone Rhea.", Shokari said wiping crumbs from her face. Rhea's eyes flew open, she still had half of hers left.
"Wowsers, when's the last time you ate?"
"A week ago."
"You deranged idiot!"
"Okay, wanna hear the story?"
"Most definitely yes!"
"Okay, got ditched."
"That god-awful Nathan man?"
"Yes."
"Hate to say this gal, but I really don't think he deserved you! I mean you're a first class model for Louis Vuitton! Not mentioning, also the co- manager of the Manhattan firm!"
"I know, but still, I always give away too much of myself.", Rhea snorted at this.
"Psht* I think I know that much! Yo, when was the last time you went to the office?"
"Two weeks."
"Studio?"
"Two days ago."
"Well okay. GET DRESSED GIRLFRIEND YOU'RE COMING WITH ME! By the way, next time you try to be anorexic, I will bash you over the head with that Tiffany Lamp."
"Right."
"HURRY UP." Rhea dragged her into her room. (Yes they were roommates. Different rooms. This is a PENTHOUSE on BELLEVUE STREET PPL! That means HUGE ASS HOUSE ON TOP OF THE WORLD!)
Half an hour later, Shokari emerged from her room. Silk. Navy blue silk business suit. (MUAHAHAHAHAHA, someone wants to match Drakey).
"Lovely. Let's go."
Two Mercedes convertibles left The Midnight Lion and rolled smoothly down the street towards Louis Vuitton Manhattan. ******************************************************************
Draco stared at the phone number on the card. Now, successfully installed in a five star hotel, he had time to think. Would it ever be possible, just the slightest hope of him being an actual model? Oh yeah, he knew he was drop dead gorgeous. But Louis Vuitton? He wasn't worried about his looks. The BRAND was what mattered. Could he betray his beloved Gianni Versace for Vuitton?
"Oh what the hell!", he spat, and picked up the phone.
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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK. STILL NOW REVIEWS? HUH? Prepare to DIE! LOL* JK! Okay, here are the notes.
Notes:
I LOVE VERSACE! The Midnight Lion - OKAY I HAVE NO IMAGINATION! HAPPY? Love Audrey Hepburn. Simply LOVE her. Mercedes - meh, sounds nice. I LOVE SMOKED SALMON. ...This is turning into an "I LOVE" list. PSHT*
Okay people START REVIEWING!
Disclaimer: OMG, I always forget this. I'll do it every few chapters. Just so you guys know - JK owns Draco, I own everything else.
"What did you say?", Rhea stopped dead. A familiar pain beheld her heart and the beating seemed to grow louder.
"I said, I think I'm dying."
"I'll be right there." The phoned clicked and then a flat tone sounded. Shokari set the phone back down. Physically she was fine. Mentally... different matter.
Rhea, stood back to the wall, tears began to well up in her eyes. Shokari had been her best friend and colleague for years and years now. (AAAAAAAH TRUTH REVEALED. SHOKARI WAS A MODEL... is she still? *EVIL GRIN*). She cannot be dying! No, she MUST NOT be dying. With, that Rhea seized her bag - black, velvet with satin ribbon, Audrey Hepburn style, and barreled out of the office.
"I'LL BE RIGHT BACK TOUT LE MONDE! Do NOT let the office BURN DOWN!", and then she was gone. Five whole minutes later, a door slammed, and Vuitton- clad Rhea was in the living of Penthouse 1, The Midnight Lion, Bellevue St. "Shokari!", she gasped as she knelt down beside her friend. One month gone, one month since she last saw her. The change was drastic. Shokari was vulnerable now, her height and weight out of measure... and eerily still beautiful. "Darling. Oh my God, my GOD. What did you do to yourself? You're so thin!", Rhea strode into the kitchen and flung open the door of the refrigerator. Everyone was still there, in its place, just as she had left it. Only, Rhea noticed, half the loaf of bread was gone and so was a bit of the margarine. "You ate BREAD the whole time I was gone? Oh no you don't!", she marched right back into the living, smoked salmon, baguette, cream cheese, and bread knife in hand. Plopping down by the coffee table. She began to saw at the two foot long bread stick. Then slathering it rather generously with cream cheese, Rhea slapped about thirty pieces of salmon in, clapped the two pieces of bread together, cut it in half and presented one portion to Shokari. "Eat that before you attempt to explain anything."
Shokari gave a small smile, and regardless of the warning, began talking. "Rhea I..."
"EAT!", then closing her eyes, and relaxing on a recliner, Rhea munched luxuriously. Sighing, Shokari followed suite. OOOOH did that EVER taste GOOD. Fact being, Shokari hadn't eaten in a week, living off water and biscuits. Minutes later, "All gone Rhea.", Shokari said wiping crumbs from her face. Rhea's eyes flew open, she still had half of hers left.
"Wowsers, when's the last time you ate?"
"A week ago."
"You deranged idiot!"
"Okay, wanna hear the story?"
"Most definitely yes!"
"Okay, got ditched."
"That god-awful Nathan man?"
"Yes."
"Hate to say this gal, but I really don't think he deserved you! I mean you're a first class model for Louis Vuitton! Not mentioning, also the co- manager of the Manhattan firm!"
"I know, but still, I always give away too much of myself.", Rhea snorted at this.
"Psht* I think I know that much! Yo, when was the last time you went to the office?"
"Two weeks."
"Studio?"
"Two days ago."
"Well okay. GET DRESSED GIRLFRIEND YOU'RE COMING WITH ME! By the way, next time you try to be anorexic, I will bash you over the head with that Tiffany Lamp."
"Right."
"HURRY UP." Rhea dragged her into her room. (Yes they were roommates. Different rooms. This is a PENTHOUSE on BELLEVUE STREET PPL! That means HUGE ASS HOUSE ON TOP OF THE WORLD!)
Half an hour later, Shokari emerged from her room. Silk. Navy blue silk business suit. (MUAHAHAHAHAHA, someone wants to match Drakey).
"Lovely. Let's go."
Two Mercedes convertibles left The Midnight Lion and rolled smoothly down the street towards Louis Vuitton Manhattan. ******************************************************************
Draco stared at the phone number on the card. Now, successfully installed in a five star hotel, he had time to think. Would it ever be possible, just the slightest hope of him being an actual model? Oh yeah, he knew he was drop dead gorgeous. But Louis Vuitton? He wasn't worried about his looks. The BRAND was what mattered. Could he betray his beloved Gianni Versace for Vuitton?
"Oh what the hell!", he spat, and picked up the phone.
************************************************************************
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK. STILL NOW REVIEWS? HUH? Prepare to DIE! LOL* JK! Okay, here are the notes.
Notes:
I LOVE VERSACE! The Midnight Lion - OKAY I HAVE NO IMAGINATION! HAPPY? Love Audrey Hepburn. Simply LOVE her. Mercedes - meh, sounds nice. I LOVE SMOKED SALMON. ...This is turning into an "I LOVE" list. PSHT*
Okay people START REVIEWING!