5 Babysitting 2.2
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When she came out of the room, she looked like she was back to normal. I watch from across the studio. I flipped open the folder one more time trying to process all the information. Seems she moved from L.A. starting as a model there however; shortly after half a year there where accident at the cat walk performances, not the normal types of accidents either. There was harassing mail, the last straw before she moved was an incident with a box. I now my brow as I read the details of the earl and the owner of it. I glance up at the girl who was smiling happily greeting other models and the rest of the crew. She was shorter then some of the models but not that much shorter. Her makeup makes her look almost kid like even though she was 25. Same with her clothes. Seemed like a waste to me, she was by far the best looking yet she was made to look the youngest. Her Ginger curls pined up out of the way instead of letting them fall naturally that make her hundred times more beautiful.
Fuck, what are you doing dumb ass, I scold myself I shake my head I look back at the folder? I grab my phone and make a call. Something definitely didn't feel right. I would talk to Dodger first see what we could did up because last thing I want is to call them and ask for their help. I was supposed to be standing on my own.
"Dodger it's me."
"Problems with the spit fire already?" He chuckles on the other end. "To late you already accepted to mission your stuck with it."
I don't find his joking amusing as I lean back against the wall frowning as I take a beep breath. "Are you about done?" I ask not hiding my disappointment.
"Man, what's up? Did something happen?" His ton turns serious, the sound of his fingers hitting the mechanical keyboard in the background stops and its silent. He was concerned.
"It's not as serious as you think. Well actually, maybe it is." I explain what happened about the package. He to was concerned as well. Trouble was there where no leads about past incidents before she relocated her modeling career here. Obviously running away from the problem. We decided to get and investigation team on this find out who was behind this. I didn't mention that I suspected that our little typhoon here knew something about the incidents.
Hanging up I noticed her manager had returned. When I wasn't sure, but she was hanging by the other side of the studio and looked a little troubled. My job was to watch the brat but how the manager took the item away and the look on her face pushed me off the wall as I stalk over to her. I needed answers and I'm sure she had a few of them. Her eye grew wide her body filches as if expecting me to hit her. I stop coughing to clear my throat. I don't know what expression I was making or if it was me, she was afraid of but I needed answers.
"Mrs. Miranda, How long have you been Jenny's manager?" I start with the most basic questions. Give her a light gentle smile. She blinks up at me.
"Well I guess since she started, almost two years now." Jenny indeed wasn't old to this, but not new either. Models tended to wash out quickly unless they had something special to give. I glance back over they where snapping photos. I didn't like the fact that the thing they thought she had to give, was her childish appearance.
"She's twenty-five, right?" I ask still watching the shoot.
"Well yes but the company felt with her spunky personality it be better to promoter her as a younger model as she still looked the part. A lot of people who love loli girls." I listen to her reasoning I feel my jaw tighten. That didn't help the feeling I had about it. It made it worse some sick bastards where getting off thing there looking at a child. That was just sick. Even if it was legal. She might be in full clothes but the director was having her stand in all kinds of poses. I grit my teeth watching.
"No, No, No, Jenny." He says with the fakest French accent I had ever heard. I watch him walk up to her and physically love her body, put his hands on her, move her clothes to expose more. I growl annoy I feel an arm grab my forearm as I wrench it away and stomp over to the set. Get you filthy hands off her old man before I personally remove them from your torso, I glare down at this short man the long greasy mangled black hair with gray stands going through it tied back. A goatee that looked unkempt and dirty and clothes that where wrinkled. I had acted without thinking.
"What on earth are you doing, again?" Jenny hisses lowly.
"Do you know this nut job?" The director glares warningly at Jenny. I see her shoulders start to drop. Fuck I got her into trouble. I bend down taking a closer look.
"What the hell you're not my Anna, I scratch my head looking stupid. I bow my head "I'm so sorry." I apologize saying I had the wrong studio and storm out. Fuck, I messed up so bad. She didn't come out right away so I assume she was allowed to continue the shoot, but shit I was forgetting myself and acting like a moron.
When she comes out, I get a death glare like no other from both women. I try hard to remain invisible, but every glance every touch, even if it was her job. Watching it made me fucking sick. How was she okay with promoting child porn I convinced myself that was my issue with it and nothing more? There was no way I was into this woman who would sooner bite off the hand that pet her.
Wasn't until that night when I followed her home, I was already mentally exhausted but the job wasn't done till I did a sweep of her how and installed security cameras, checked for bugs and other things to insure her safety that I could rest. That's when she suddenly turned into a lunatic. Refusing to let me in to do my job.
"Look I will get the hell out of your hair gladly soon as this is done." I growled barging my way through the door as she clings to my arm trying to stop me, but failed. When I walked into the mail part of the house.
"Are you Serious, please tell you that you've been robbed."
I watch her wince and squirm at my words. She bites her lip; her head hangs down. I'm at a loss for words.
When she came out of the room, she looked like she was back to normal. I watch from across the studio. I flipped open the folder one more time trying to process all the information. Seems she moved from L.A. starting as a model there however; shortly after half a year there where accident at the cat walk performances, not the normal types of accidents either. There was harassing mail, the last straw before she moved was an incident with a box. I now my brow as I read the details of the earl and the owner of it. I glance up at the girl who was smiling happily greeting other models and the rest of the crew. She was shorter then some of the models but not that much shorter. Her makeup makes her look almost kid like even though she was 25. Same with her clothes. Seemed like a waste to me, she was by far the best looking yet she was made to look the youngest. Her Ginger curls pined up out of the way instead of letting them fall naturally that make her hundred times more beautiful.
Fuck, what are you doing dumb ass, I scold myself I shake my head I look back at the folder? I grab my phone and make a call. Something definitely didn't feel right. I would talk to Dodger first see what we could did up because last thing I want is to call them and ask for their help. I was supposed to be standing on my own.
"Dodger it's me."
"Problems with the spit fire already?" He chuckles on the other end. "To late you already accepted to mission your stuck with it."
I don't find his joking amusing as I lean back against the wall frowning as I take a beep breath. "Are you about done?" I ask not hiding my disappointment.
"Man, what's up? Did something happen?" His ton turns serious, the sound of his fingers hitting the mechanical keyboard in the background stops and its silent. He was concerned.
"It's not as serious as you think. Well actually, maybe it is." I explain what happened about the package. He to was concerned as well. Trouble was there where no leads about past incidents before she relocated her modeling career here. Obviously running away from the problem. We decided to get and investigation team on this find out who was behind this. I didn't mention that I suspected that our little typhoon here knew something about the incidents.
Hanging up I noticed her manager had returned. When I wasn't sure, but she was hanging by the other side of the studio and looked a little troubled. My job was to watch the brat but how the manager took the item away and the look on her face pushed me off the wall as I stalk over to her. I needed answers and I'm sure she had a few of them. Her eye grew wide her body filches as if expecting me to hit her. I stop coughing to clear my throat. I don't know what expression I was making or if it was me, she was afraid of but I needed answers.
"Mrs. Miranda, How long have you been Jenny's manager?" I start with the most basic questions. Give her a light gentle smile. She blinks up at me.
"Well I guess since she started, almost two years now." Jenny indeed wasn't old to this, but not new either. Models tended to wash out quickly unless they had something special to give. I glance back over they where snapping photos. I didn't like the fact that the thing they thought she had to give, was her childish appearance.
"She's twenty-five, right?" I ask still watching the shoot.
"Well yes but the company felt with her spunky personality it be better to promoter her as a younger model as she still looked the part. A lot of people who love loli girls." I listen to her reasoning I feel my jaw tighten. That didn't help the feeling I had about it. It made it worse some sick bastards where getting off thing there looking at a child. That was just sick. Even if it was legal. She might be in full clothes but the director was having her stand in all kinds of poses. I grit my teeth watching.
"No, No, No, Jenny." He says with the fakest French accent I had ever heard. I watch him walk up to her and physically love her body, put his hands on her, move her clothes to expose more. I growl annoy I feel an arm grab my forearm as I wrench it away and stomp over to the set. Get you filthy hands off her old man before I personally remove them from your torso, I glare down at this short man the long greasy mangled black hair with gray stands going through it tied back. A goatee that looked unkempt and dirty and clothes that where wrinkled. I had acted without thinking.
"What on earth are you doing, again?" Jenny hisses lowly.
"Do you know this nut job?" The director glares warningly at Jenny. I see her shoulders start to drop. Fuck I got her into trouble. I bend down taking a closer look.
"What the hell you're not my Anna, I scratch my head looking stupid. I bow my head "I'm so sorry." I apologize saying I had the wrong studio and storm out. Fuck, I messed up so bad. She didn't come out right away so I assume she was allowed to continue the shoot, but shit I was forgetting myself and acting like a moron.
When she comes out, I get a death glare like no other from both women. I try hard to remain invisible, but every glance every touch, even if it was her job. Watching it made me fucking sick. How was she okay with promoting child porn I convinced myself that was my issue with it and nothing more? There was no way I was into this woman who would sooner bite off the hand that pet her.
Wasn't until that night when I followed her home, I was already mentally exhausted but the job wasn't done till I did a sweep of her how and installed security cameras, checked for bugs and other things to insure her safety that I could rest. That's when she suddenly turned into a lunatic. Refusing to let me in to do my job.
"Look I will get the hell out of your hair gladly soon as this is done." I growled barging my way through the door as she clings to my arm trying to stop me, but failed. When I walked into the mail part of the house.
"Are you Serious, please tell you that you've been robbed."
I watch her wince and squirm at my words. She bites her lip; her head hangs down. I'm at a loss for words.
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