Kitty and Pietro
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Disclaimer: We don't own the characters in X-Men Evolution, but we own our story
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Chapter 13: Modeling? II
"YAHOO!!!!!" she shouted, practically punching her fist into the air. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and more over she needed the money for he dad. Kitty grinned. A grin that stretched wider then her mouth. She was truly thrilled and hurried home eager to make that call. She apparently had dismissed the pessimistic thought of her, Katherine Pryde, typical high school ditz of the century, was selected to be a model?
As the mansion gates creaked open, Kitty wondered who was home. It certainly looked as if no one was home. Kitty thus rushed up the stairs three at a time. She opened her room door eager to make the call to the agency. However, as she stepped into it, her room looked like some one had been there before, "Rogue? Jubilee?" she called out.
"Hey Kitty, its me, Pietro." Kitty spun round to see a very sweet albino carrying a bunch of flowers. She was stunned. "These are for you, baby. I thought these would cheer you up." Murmured Pietro. "Oh... how sweet of you." Said the younger brunette, then giving Pietro a peck on the cheek. Kitty sat down on her bed and patted the empty space at her side, motioning for her companion to sit down beside her. Breathlessly she told him about the encounter with the two men, explicitly not leaving out a single detail.
"So should I take that job?" she asked him. For a moment Pietro looked crest fallen. He knew that a modeling job involved a lot of hazards and backstabbing and he didn't want Kitty to get hurt. But Kitty missed that look. She went on to ramble about how excited she was and Pietro feigned enthusiasm.
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The following day after school Kitty quickly rushed home and changed into a purple turtleneck top and elegant black pants before rushing out of the house again to meet the men for a formal interview. As she neared the building she admired its infrastructure. It was bloody brilliant. Her shivering hand touched the gold plated door handles and pushed it open.
There in front of her, was the expected busy working scene: where telephone rings reign the atmosphere, staff walking briskly from one place to another, arms seemingly wrapped around thick piles of ring folders etc. It certainly took the impression of a well-established modeling firm.
"Good afternoon, Miss. How may I be of assistance to you?" a voice sprang out from the receptionist counter. "Oh, hi! My name's Katherine Pryde, and I'm here on request of Mr. John Brown and Mr. Jim Green to join this establishment." Kitty replied trying as much to sound as formal to the occasion. "Oh certainly! Please kindly follow me, Miss Pryde. I will be taking you to see Mr. McNair, the company's boss as you know..." With that, she stretched out a kindly hand to direct Kitty towards a huge door on its top most level. ~Whoa! I guess like they all say, the higher you are on the corporate ladder, the higher your storey is.~ Kitty thought, eyes still feasting at the grandeur of the construction.
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"Aaa! I presume you are Miss Katherine Pryde. A very good afternoon to you." A man, resting on his enormous swivel chair, spun around to greet her once the receptionist left the room.
"Yes, I am. It's a pleasure meeting you, sir." Kitty responded. She didn't felt as nervous anymore.
"Certainly. What good manners you have. I'm very impressed with my subordinate's choice. You are indeed very suited for the job. Don't you worry, I'll be explaining to you about what you are required for in a minute." The middle-age man strolled with poise towards a small bar at the corner of his impressive office, "Would you prefer some tea?" he said, choosing one of the tin boxes which all seemed to be assortments of the different rich English tea.
"Yes, please. Thank you for your hospitality, sir." Kitty replied again. "Don't need to call me sir, young lady. Let me introduce myself. I'm McNair, Bruce Whane McNair."
After a couple of minutes taken when Mr McNair had went back to sitting on his swivel chair, he said, "Miss Pryde, I would be very pleased if you would be able to join our modeling firm. For such a young, spirited young lady such as yourself, I would like to inform you about the job..." he cleared his throat before continuing, "Recently, our company is linked with a variety of different magazine networks. We are currently focusing on teen fashion, and I would like to include an addition of a new face for our modeling firm."
Kitty shifted a little in her seat. She couldn't contain anymore of the excitement, which was ready to burst out of her. "As you'd figure out, that new face would be... YOU. Yes, a very rare opportunity. You have the look of innocent beauty, yet and of pride and determination, a tinge of maturity and feminine characteristics. Exactly what our company needs!"
"Mr McNair, I'm truly flattered. And of course, I would be very fortunate and interested about this application." Kitty said. Her smile broadening bit by bit, and her eyes glistened in enthusiasm.
"Yes! Very well then, if you may, we would like you to take a look at our company's proposal and of what we could offer you in return of your sincere dedication." And so, he fished out neatly compiled papers on rather more details. Kitty took a good read of its information, as she has a feeling it may affect her future ambition. "Yes, I certainly will sign in agreement of this Mr McNair." She said while taking her pen out and signing onto it. ~The pay is, like, totally awesome! This is almost a dream come true. Like I'm some princess or something!~
"This is splendid, Miss Pryde! The company is always ready to welcome you! I hope that during the six months of cooperation, you will be able to learn more about the modeling industry. It's a pleasure to have you joining us!" Mr McNair jumped out of his seat and gave Kitty a firm handshake.
"Thanks Mr McNair. I'm very privileged to have this opportunity, and I will treasure it."
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Kitty walked out of the office confidently. She took the elevator down to the first storey, dodging busy staffs. ~Kitty Pryde! I'm so impressed with yourself! Yes! I know I can do this!~ Just then, Kitty felt her head hitting against what she thought of as soft, yet hard, something like Pietro's six packs. "Ooh!"
"Young Mister! Young Mister! Are you alright?" One of the company's secretaries rushed up to a young man of about 15 to 16 years of age. "I'm fine Julie. Really." A deep voice voiced out. "Are you alright, Miss?" He offered a hand to lift Kitty from the ground. However, Kitty still had her head down in embarrassment, not knowing who was the kind gentleman.
"Uh- erm... yeah, I'm fine, thanks. I'm so sorry, though." Kitty got up. She brushed away the dust on her outfit and then looked up at her aid. Their eyes locked. Only for a few seconds before the secretary's voice interrupted the strange silence that enveloped them.
"Ahem. Young Mr McNair, if you don't mind, you have to meet your father in five minute's time." She said. ~Oh my! H-He's gorgeous! Oh! What am I thinking? But he seemed only a few years older then me. Wait a minute! Young Mr McNair? H-He can't possibly be Mr McNair's son, would it?~ Kitty tore her eyes away from his and her face tainted with an distinct blush.
Then, before Kitty was to make her leave, another familiar voice came, "Oh! Young Mister! I see you've met our newest recruit for the company's new face investment! She's Miss Katherine Pryde. And Miss Pryde, this is Mr McNair's son, Mister Zachary McNair." Kitty smiled gently at the young man in front of her. He had brown hair and deep green eyes. His appearance was certainly very attractive.
~Oh my! She's a beauty. My father sure had good taste. Well, she couldn't be much younger than me...~ thought Zachary. And that, he bent down, taking Kitty's hand gently, he planted a soft kiss on it to show grace and respect. Kitty flushed again.
"Well, I guess I'll be seeing more of you here then! See ya!" the young man, said as he reluctantly let go of Kitty's hand, his silhouette slowly disappearing into a turn at the end of the hallway...
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To be continued...
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Disclaimer: We don't own the characters in X-Men Evolution, but we own our story
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Chapter 13: Modeling? II
"YAHOO!!!!!" she shouted, practically punching her fist into the air. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and more over she needed the money for he dad. Kitty grinned. A grin that stretched wider then her mouth. She was truly thrilled and hurried home eager to make that call. She apparently had dismissed the pessimistic thought of her, Katherine Pryde, typical high school ditz of the century, was selected to be a model?
As the mansion gates creaked open, Kitty wondered who was home. It certainly looked as if no one was home. Kitty thus rushed up the stairs three at a time. She opened her room door eager to make the call to the agency. However, as she stepped into it, her room looked like some one had been there before, "Rogue? Jubilee?" she called out.
"Hey Kitty, its me, Pietro." Kitty spun round to see a very sweet albino carrying a bunch of flowers. She was stunned. "These are for you, baby. I thought these would cheer you up." Murmured Pietro. "Oh... how sweet of you." Said the younger brunette, then giving Pietro a peck on the cheek. Kitty sat down on her bed and patted the empty space at her side, motioning for her companion to sit down beside her. Breathlessly she told him about the encounter with the two men, explicitly not leaving out a single detail.
"So should I take that job?" she asked him. For a moment Pietro looked crest fallen. He knew that a modeling job involved a lot of hazards and backstabbing and he didn't want Kitty to get hurt. But Kitty missed that look. She went on to ramble about how excited she was and Pietro feigned enthusiasm.
* * *
The following day after school Kitty quickly rushed home and changed into a purple turtleneck top and elegant black pants before rushing out of the house again to meet the men for a formal interview. As she neared the building she admired its infrastructure. It was bloody brilliant. Her shivering hand touched the gold plated door handles and pushed it open.
There in front of her, was the expected busy working scene: where telephone rings reign the atmosphere, staff walking briskly from one place to another, arms seemingly wrapped around thick piles of ring folders etc. It certainly took the impression of a well-established modeling firm.
"Good afternoon, Miss. How may I be of assistance to you?" a voice sprang out from the receptionist counter. "Oh, hi! My name's Katherine Pryde, and I'm here on request of Mr. John Brown and Mr. Jim Green to join this establishment." Kitty replied trying as much to sound as formal to the occasion. "Oh certainly! Please kindly follow me, Miss Pryde. I will be taking you to see Mr. McNair, the company's boss as you know..." With that, she stretched out a kindly hand to direct Kitty towards a huge door on its top most level. ~Whoa! I guess like they all say, the higher you are on the corporate ladder, the higher your storey is.~ Kitty thought, eyes still feasting at the grandeur of the construction.
* * *
"Aaa! I presume you are Miss Katherine Pryde. A very good afternoon to you." A man, resting on his enormous swivel chair, spun around to greet her once the receptionist left the room.
"Yes, I am. It's a pleasure meeting you, sir." Kitty responded. She didn't felt as nervous anymore.
"Certainly. What good manners you have. I'm very impressed with my subordinate's choice. You are indeed very suited for the job. Don't you worry, I'll be explaining to you about what you are required for in a minute." The middle-age man strolled with poise towards a small bar at the corner of his impressive office, "Would you prefer some tea?" he said, choosing one of the tin boxes which all seemed to be assortments of the different rich English tea.
"Yes, please. Thank you for your hospitality, sir." Kitty replied again. "Don't need to call me sir, young lady. Let me introduce myself. I'm McNair, Bruce Whane McNair."
After a couple of minutes taken when Mr McNair had went back to sitting on his swivel chair, he said, "Miss Pryde, I would be very pleased if you would be able to join our modeling firm. For such a young, spirited young lady such as yourself, I would like to inform you about the job..." he cleared his throat before continuing, "Recently, our company is linked with a variety of different magazine networks. We are currently focusing on teen fashion, and I would like to include an addition of a new face for our modeling firm."
Kitty shifted a little in her seat. She couldn't contain anymore of the excitement, which was ready to burst out of her. "As you'd figure out, that new face would be... YOU. Yes, a very rare opportunity. You have the look of innocent beauty, yet and of pride and determination, a tinge of maturity and feminine characteristics. Exactly what our company needs!"
"Mr McNair, I'm truly flattered. And of course, I would be very fortunate and interested about this application." Kitty said. Her smile broadening bit by bit, and her eyes glistened in enthusiasm.
"Yes! Very well then, if you may, we would like you to take a look at our company's proposal and of what we could offer you in return of your sincere dedication." And so, he fished out neatly compiled papers on rather more details. Kitty took a good read of its information, as she has a feeling it may affect her future ambition. "Yes, I certainly will sign in agreement of this Mr McNair." She said while taking her pen out and signing onto it. ~The pay is, like, totally awesome! This is almost a dream come true. Like I'm some princess or something!~
"This is splendid, Miss Pryde! The company is always ready to welcome you! I hope that during the six months of cooperation, you will be able to learn more about the modeling industry. It's a pleasure to have you joining us!" Mr McNair jumped out of his seat and gave Kitty a firm handshake.
"Thanks Mr McNair. I'm very privileged to have this opportunity, and I will treasure it."
* * *
Kitty walked out of the office confidently. She took the elevator down to the first storey, dodging busy staffs. ~Kitty Pryde! I'm so impressed with yourself! Yes! I know I can do this!~ Just then, Kitty felt her head hitting against what she thought of as soft, yet hard, something like Pietro's six packs. "Ooh!"
"Young Mister! Young Mister! Are you alright?" One of the company's secretaries rushed up to a young man of about 15 to 16 years of age. "I'm fine Julie. Really." A deep voice voiced out. "Are you alright, Miss?" He offered a hand to lift Kitty from the ground. However, Kitty still had her head down in embarrassment, not knowing who was the kind gentleman.
"Uh- erm... yeah, I'm fine, thanks. I'm so sorry, though." Kitty got up. She brushed away the dust on her outfit and then looked up at her aid. Their eyes locked. Only for a few seconds before the secretary's voice interrupted the strange silence that enveloped them.
"Ahem. Young Mr McNair, if you don't mind, you have to meet your father in five minute's time." She said. ~Oh my! H-He's gorgeous! Oh! What am I thinking? But he seemed only a few years older then me. Wait a minute! Young Mr McNair? H-He can't possibly be Mr McNair's son, would it?~ Kitty tore her eyes away from his and her face tainted with an distinct blush.
Then, before Kitty was to make her leave, another familiar voice came, "Oh! Young Mister! I see you've met our newest recruit for the company's new face investment! She's Miss Katherine Pryde. And Miss Pryde, this is Mr McNair's son, Mister Zachary McNair." Kitty smiled gently at the young man in front of her. He had brown hair and deep green eyes. His appearance was certainly very attractive.
~Oh my! She's a beauty. My father sure had good taste. Well, she couldn't be much younger than me...~ thought Zachary. And that, he bent down, taking Kitty's hand gently, he planted a soft kiss on it to show grace and respect. Kitty flushed again.
"Well, I guess I'll be seeing more of you here then! See ya!" the young man, said as he reluctantly let go of Kitty's hand, his silhouette slowly disappearing into a turn at the end of the hallway...
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To be continued...