They went upstairs and the man opened one of the doors for her. The brunette found herself in a spacious guest room. The room was modest, but at the same time elegant.
Ah... Elena began.
Rest, and we ll talk in the morning, Prothero cut her off softly. Your brother will be brought here tomorrow.
-Why? Why did you decide to help me? What do you want for exchange? Lena asked.
Prothero looked into her eyes. Usually his gifts and gestures of goodwill were accepted without objection and with joy, but this girl was looking for a catch. Of course he was, but she didn't need to know about it now.
Then you ll find out, the man left.
Sighing, Elena lay down on the bed and, closing her eyes, tried to sleep...
When she opened her eyes again, the girl saw that everything outside the window was covered with snow. In one night the seasons changed. Sitting on the windowsill, the girl began to think.
Just yesterday she didn t know where she would sleep or what to eat. And now... What awaits her? Who is her benefactor? Lincoln tiredly rubbed her temples. Okay, she will solve problems as they come.
Encouraged by this thought, she went downstairs to the spacious living room, where Prothero was sitting on the sofa, watching the news.
Hearing footsteps, he turned around and smiled warmly at Elena.
Good morning, Elena said hesitantly.
-Hello. How did you sleep? The man stood up and walked towards her.
-Fine. Where is my brother? - Elena looked around.
-Taylor catches him. He's fast and agile. London Aladdin, the rich man chuckled.
Elena smiled involuntarily. Suddenly her stomach began to growl. The man silently took her hand and led her to the kitchen. Breakfast was already served there.
Sipping a latte with milk and eating scrambled eggs, Elena did not take her eyes off her new acquaintance.
-Tell me, Elena, do you have a dream? Who would you like to be? - Prothero took a sip of coffee.
Elena looked down, took a deep breath and closed her eyes and said:
- I want to become a model. In the shelter we had a TV and only the fashion channel was on. I watched the shows of Valentino, Dior, Chanel, looking at every detail of clothing. Every shade of makeup. I wanted to be rich, influential, I wanted to inspire girls from poor families with my example. So that when people look at me they say: Hey, this is Elena Linkoln, the poor girl who achieved everything on her own.
Elena spoke with such passion and enthusiasm that the rich man fell in love with her. She was sharply different from all his girlfriends - stupid pompous dolls who hid behind the money of their lovers and parents.
-Hmm... My friend Diana Stanton runs a modeling agency. She is looking for new models. I can arrange a meeting for you and... - The noise in the corridor distracted them from the conversation.