Model
Chapter 4:Cut Short and to the Point
Gwinn stared at the slumped figure in the corner of the elevator. He had dark red hair and tan skin, and his clothes were so stylish, she bet she'd have to go for a while without eating just to afford the jacket. From what Gwinn could see of his half open eyes, they were a deep sea blue.
Onyx couldn't help but notice that all of Gwinn's attention had suddenly turned towards the guy who was currently accompanying them to the top floor. Although he felt childish doing so, Onyx spoke to bring her attention back to him. "That girl seemed pretty upset, didn't she?"
"Yeah, I wonder what that was about," Gwinn replied. "Do you know? You work here, right?" Gwinn turned back towards the other young man. Mirage was shocked, to say the least, that the raven haired girl didn't recognize him. Did he work at La Beauté Est Ici? He was La Beauté! His face was on top of the freaking building! Mirage gave Gwinn an odd glance, forgetting completely the question she asked. Onyx held in a chuckle.
"You don't recognize me?" Mirage asked her, disbelief in his voice.
"I don't think so. Have we met before?" Gwinn replied curiously. She then began to inspect his face, looking for anything familiar. Onyx couldn't help but laugh at her desperation. "What's so funny?"
"Did you happen to get a look at this building before we walked in?"
"What do you mean, yeah I looked at it. It's hard to miss a building this big and…Oh! I know you! You're Mirage Zurie!" The clueless girl couldn't help but turn red in embarrassment after finally realizing that it took her this long to identify one of the biggest models in New York. Mirage just sat back and began laughing quietly. Onyx was amused but only for a while since he once again lost Gwinn's attention. "Oh wow…um…It's nice to meet you, sir," Gwinn mumbled awkwardly to Mirage, sticking her hand out. The red-headed model looked at her hand then back at her face.
"Sir? It looks to me like we're the same age," he laughed, "Why not just call me Mirage?" That question was etched into Gwinn's mind well after Mirage had exited the elevator.
"Gwinn? We're here." Onyx snapped her out of her daze. "Let's go." He grabbed her hand and they bother walked down the long hallway of normal offices and conference rooms to the enigmatic Ms. Labelle.
Ms. Labelle sat in her heavily decorated office, papers in hand and tactics in mind. She looked towards the door as her expected guest and a familiar scented plus one approached her room. Before Gwinn's tentative knock, she called, "Come in," and chuckled at her startled gasp. Opening the door was a tall, pale and handsomely intimidating young man. Following him was a terrified and meek girl who must have been Gwinn, and, judging by the man's protective composer around her , they were in some kind of relationship.
"Well, don't just stand there. Sit, sit" Ms. Labelle croaked. The young dark-haired girl had not been there five minutes before she was a mess of stutters and nervous gestures. Onyx placed his hand on her shoulder in an effort to calm her down. She did, somewhat.
It wasn't long before the interview was done, but it was made official at the end of the interview that Gwinn had indeed gotten the job...for reasons unknown. Gwinn was convinced it was the pictures she drew of Onyx.
Walking out of the building was simpler this time around. There were no screaming models or over-dressed pretty boys left to encounter, and the only thing Gwinn and Onyx had to combat as they walked down the sidewalk was the cold.
Onyx grabbed Gwinn by her arm. "I want to show you something."