Chapter Nine
Reviewers: [hermione radcliffe - lol* thanks for the review. I have another story if you care to read. It's called "The Beginning of the End" and its in the "Original" "Romance" section. I was really bored last night so... lol* Thanks again!] EVERYONE ELSE: WHERE ARE THE REVIEWS?
Disclaimer: Draco belongs to JK and so do the spells etc. etc. the rest belongs to the readers and me.
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Draco Malfoy stared at the phone. The bitch! How dare she speak to a MALFOY in that manner. An extremely angry, extremely miffed, and extremely egotistic Draco walked into his bedroom. Well, if that Vuitton cow wants to be rude, he'll bitch right back at her.
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When Shokari and Sachi arrived at Louis Vuitton Shooting Studio, Keanu was already there. He was the only Vuitton crew member who lived elsewhere - something to do with an elderly mother etc. etc.
"I need you to boot up all of the computers, Chiro. Keanu, we need to take a good look at the designer styles. Oh, oh, oh, the black silk. Gotta get that out for Mr. Malfoy.", the STD was a bustling place full of energetic vibes when Rhea Ciarniello arrived. "Rhea darling! Come, come, we have to pick out the sets. I've gotten Chiro to beep up Sasori.", Rhea stopped dead.
"Sasori? Why Sasori?", she asked. A bewildered look plastered on her face. Shokari paused and looked up.
"I thought she might do a duo set with Draco.", Rhea's eyes glazed over, then flashed red.
"No." Everyone in the studio froze. A fight between the two directors would not be good.
"Why not? She's a wonderful model, and we want to give Draco a good impression don't we? I think Sasori would be a wonderful partner for him.", the sky darkened drastically outside. The Manhattan sun was clouded over.
"No.", Rhea said in another deathly voice. You could hear a pin drop in the studio. Shokari and Rhea were staring at each other. A glare for glare. Jamie with Trinity and Nakita walked in. They too stopped. The signs were far too clear. When Rhea and Shokari fought, the world stops and watches.
"I asked you 'why not'."
"I will not have Sasori modeling beside my new star. NO!"
"Oh, I understand. She's expired now is she? You'll ditch her for someone you've never worked with. Is it because he's good looking Rhea? Huh? Personally I think Jamie there looks wonderful compared Mr. Albino Freak.", Jamie straightened up, looking indignant. Rhea seethed.
"You know what, Shokari? I think that you have a little crush on our Mr. Albino Freak. Well, apparently not enough men have played you Shokari! You'll never learn!", Shokari stared. The crew stopped breathing. Only Rhea's pants could be heard. Shokari continued glaring. That bitch. That BITCH. Shokari picked up her purse, and her file sitting on her desk. She pulled out three floppy disks, scrawled something on a piece of paper and handed it to Sachiro.
"I'm apparently not needed or respected here. I'll take the pay check for this month - oh, no Miss. Ciarniello, don't you say a word. It's the twenty eighth, you can't stop me from taking the check. I resign from my post. Jamie take over.", and with that she swept from the room, knocking into something as she went out. The black Mercedes pulled away and into the Manhattan traffic.
The something looked after her. Draco Malfoy had arrived at a rather inconvenient time. Rhea was standing stiff as a bedpost, apparently fuming with anger. The rest of the crew looked either shocked, or heartbroken. In fact, Sachiro had sat down in her chair and tears were slowly trickling down her face.
"Is there something wrong?", Draco asked. He hadn't quite caught on to the fact that Shokari had just left for good. He had wanted her to be there. She was his "savior" from an extremely talkative Rhea. Well, at the moment Rhea was staring into space. Then, she snapped harshly back to reality.
"Nothing at all. Sachiro, beep up Sasori again. She doesn't need to come. Trinity, stop standing there, I don't want to see that black silk. Draco, come to the back. You can pick the first outfit that you'll model in.", Draco felt extremely insulted. Actually, he felt like a three year old child being offered an ice cream cone in licorice flavor. He allowed himself to be steered to the newly arrived section of the studio.
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Shokari drove recklessly. She stopped by the Vuitton office to pick up her things. She was lucky that she kept only paperwork there. Next stop - The Midnight Lion. She strode into the penthouse and directly to her room. Inside, she pulled out a large suite case. Minimizing and stuffing everything in there, Shokari did a last roundup of the place. Nothing left of hers. Wonderful, time to leave and find another apartment. She had a good sum of money on her. Working at Louis Vuitton allowed her a high salary. And due to the fact that she had no where to spend it, her bank held around $33, 452, 199 and was rising rapidly. Shokari knew that Rhea wouldn't follow her. Rhea's pride was the bane of her life. Well, Shokari wasn't prepared to be pushed around anymore. Three years of being under constant watch was enough, and she wanted more fresh air.
11:46:22, November 29th, 2002, Shokari Hiro left The Midnight Lion on Bellevue Avenue and traveled into Manhattan Occult. The wizarding Manhattan society. It was a bit of a relief, her wand was free to be waved around. No more pessimistic muggles and absolutely Rhea-free. Rhea hated the wizarding world. She had immersed herself in fashion to get away from the magical society. Wands, potions, and the supernatural were too much for her. She didn't want anything to do with them. Her parents were muggles and she was very much in their point of view. Too bad, she did have magical blood and therefore magically trained. Heaven knows the last time Rhea picked up a wand. What was it? Five years? Yes, Beauxbatons hadn't treated her well.
Shokari threaded through witches and wizards of her type, entering a real estate agency run by elves. Real, tall, beautiful, elves that Tolkein would've killed for.
"I'm looking for an apartment please. Penthouse."
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Notes:
OOOOOOOOOOOOOH RHEA THE BITCH GETS HER PUNISHMENT! I don't have anything against licorice ice cream - it just doesn't appeal to me.
REVIEW PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAASE!
Reviewers: [hermione radcliffe - lol* thanks for the review. I have another story if you care to read. It's called "The Beginning of the End" and its in the "Original" "Romance" section. I was really bored last night so... lol* Thanks again!] EVERYONE ELSE: WHERE ARE THE REVIEWS?
Disclaimer: Draco belongs to JK and so do the spells etc. etc. the rest belongs to the readers and me.
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Draco Malfoy stared at the phone. The bitch! How dare she speak to a MALFOY in that manner. An extremely angry, extremely miffed, and extremely egotistic Draco walked into his bedroom. Well, if that Vuitton cow wants to be rude, he'll bitch right back at her.
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When Shokari and Sachi arrived at Louis Vuitton Shooting Studio, Keanu was already there. He was the only Vuitton crew member who lived elsewhere - something to do with an elderly mother etc. etc.
"I need you to boot up all of the computers, Chiro. Keanu, we need to take a good look at the designer styles. Oh, oh, oh, the black silk. Gotta get that out for Mr. Malfoy.", the STD was a bustling place full of energetic vibes when Rhea Ciarniello arrived. "Rhea darling! Come, come, we have to pick out the sets. I've gotten Chiro to beep up Sasori.", Rhea stopped dead.
"Sasori? Why Sasori?", she asked. A bewildered look plastered on her face. Shokari paused and looked up.
"I thought she might do a duo set with Draco.", Rhea's eyes glazed over, then flashed red.
"No." Everyone in the studio froze. A fight between the two directors would not be good.
"Why not? She's a wonderful model, and we want to give Draco a good impression don't we? I think Sasori would be a wonderful partner for him.", the sky darkened drastically outside. The Manhattan sun was clouded over.
"No.", Rhea said in another deathly voice. You could hear a pin drop in the studio. Shokari and Rhea were staring at each other. A glare for glare. Jamie with Trinity and Nakita walked in. They too stopped. The signs were far too clear. When Rhea and Shokari fought, the world stops and watches.
"I asked you 'why not'."
"I will not have Sasori modeling beside my new star. NO!"
"Oh, I understand. She's expired now is she? You'll ditch her for someone you've never worked with. Is it because he's good looking Rhea? Huh? Personally I think Jamie there looks wonderful compared Mr. Albino Freak.", Jamie straightened up, looking indignant. Rhea seethed.
"You know what, Shokari? I think that you have a little crush on our Mr. Albino Freak. Well, apparently not enough men have played you Shokari! You'll never learn!", Shokari stared. The crew stopped breathing. Only Rhea's pants could be heard. Shokari continued glaring. That bitch. That BITCH. Shokari picked up her purse, and her file sitting on her desk. She pulled out three floppy disks, scrawled something on a piece of paper and handed it to Sachiro.
"I'm apparently not needed or respected here. I'll take the pay check for this month - oh, no Miss. Ciarniello, don't you say a word. It's the twenty eighth, you can't stop me from taking the check. I resign from my post. Jamie take over.", and with that she swept from the room, knocking into something as she went out. The black Mercedes pulled away and into the Manhattan traffic.
The something looked after her. Draco Malfoy had arrived at a rather inconvenient time. Rhea was standing stiff as a bedpost, apparently fuming with anger. The rest of the crew looked either shocked, or heartbroken. In fact, Sachiro had sat down in her chair and tears were slowly trickling down her face.
"Is there something wrong?", Draco asked. He hadn't quite caught on to the fact that Shokari had just left for good. He had wanted her to be there. She was his "savior" from an extremely talkative Rhea. Well, at the moment Rhea was staring into space. Then, she snapped harshly back to reality.
"Nothing at all. Sachiro, beep up Sasori again. She doesn't need to come. Trinity, stop standing there, I don't want to see that black silk. Draco, come to the back. You can pick the first outfit that you'll model in.", Draco felt extremely insulted. Actually, he felt like a three year old child being offered an ice cream cone in licorice flavor. He allowed himself to be steered to the newly arrived section of the studio.
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Shokari drove recklessly. She stopped by the Vuitton office to pick up her things. She was lucky that she kept only paperwork there. Next stop - The Midnight Lion. She strode into the penthouse and directly to her room. Inside, she pulled out a large suite case. Minimizing and stuffing everything in there, Shokari did a last roundup of the place. Nothing left of hers. Wonderful, time to leave and find another apartment. She had a good sum of money on her. Working at Louis Vuitton allowed her a high salary. And due to the fact that she had no where to spend it, her bank held around $33, 452, 199 and was rising rapidly. Shokari knew that Rhea wouldn't follow her. Rhea's pride was the bane of her life. Well, Shokari wasn't prepared to be pushed around anymore. Three years of being under constant watch was enough, and she wanted more fresh air.
11:46:22, November 29th, 2002, Shokari Hiro left The Midnight Lion on Bellevue Avenue and traveled into Manhattan Occult. The wizarding Manhattan society. It was a bit of a relief, her wand was free to be waved around. No more pessimistic muggles and absolutely Rhea-free. Rhea hated the wizarding world. She had immersed herself in fashion to get away from the magical society. Wands, potions, and the supernatural were too much for her. She didn't want anything to do with them. Her parents were muggles and she was very much in their point of view. Too bad, she did have magical blood and therefore magically trained. Heaven knows the last time Rhea picked up a wand. What was it? Five years? Yes, Beauxbatons hadn't treated her well.
Shokari threaded through witches and wizards of her type, entering a real estate agency run by elves. Real, tall, beautiful, elves that Tolkein would've killed for.
"I'm looking for an apartment please. Penthouse."
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Notes:
OOOOOOOOOOOOOH RHEA THE BITCH GETS HER PUNISHMENT! I don't have anything against licorice ice cream - it just doesn't appeal to me.
REVIEW PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAASE!