Bella's POV

"Happy morning, sunshine! Your coffee is served, triple shot as always and your breakfast is served too. Your clothes are all prepared and everyone is excited to see you. Its seven forty by the way and you are expected by exactly eight thirty to resume your work and get the models ready for the next round. Your last blog has reached over a hundred million views and your next one will be due in a week. Sir Caden is already off to work and he said to give you those flowers when you're awake. The breakfast is getting cold and that's all for now. Good morning," Banks smiled as she looked up at me.

I groaned loudly and got the duvet over my head again.

"Good morning," I replied and stood up from the bed, heading to the table for my coffee.

I had everything done and was ready by exactly eight twenty.

"Let's go?" I asked Banks as I slid the bag to my shoulder.

"Of course," She smiled and closed the tablet and we headed downstairs.

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Whoa! Was that where I work? That place just made work seem like a dream come true.

It was a large building, painted black and had a nice logo with an inscription "House of stars".
There were tons and tons and tons of roses planted around the building, outside the gate and circled around the nice water fountain that just lit up everywhere. It was beautiful and everywhere looked classy. A couple of people stood outside the building.

"Ready, ma'am?" Banks asked with a smile as she looked at me, revealing pretty white teeth as her pierced nose holes shone beautifully with her make up.

She really prepared for my return to work.

"Y - yes!" I nodded with a little cough.

Lukas came down the car and helped me with my door. Immediately I stepped my foot on the floor, everyone bowed.

I felt like a goddess.

"Welcome ma'am," A man said to me and ushered me into the building. I slowly walked into it, viewing the whole place in awe. It was spectacular.

A nice big open reception with an extra large TV and nicely patterned couches. On the walls hung my pictures and portraits, Mamasita and Papi's, and a couple of models and just some random pictures.

At the sides were little frames of these models. The frames beautifully made to fit with the background of the pictures of the models. It was pretty.

It was a really busy place. Too busy to notice I'd been gone for the longest time. Designers carrying sketches, models coming in and out and a lot of things I'd dream of.

We headed for the elevator and I stepped in, almost tripping from my persistent stare at everything that caught my eye.

"See you in the top floor ma'am," Banks said and bowed to go with her smile still on her lips.

"Wait!" I called back and she stopped with the man from earlier.

"Yes?" she asked.

"Why wouldn't you - use this elevator?" I asked, trying my best to not sound weird.

She shook her head with a smile.

"Your private elevator, ma'am?" she asked.

I had my own private elevator?

What was the use!

Anyway, I liked it.

I laughed, "Oh, right. I almost forgot." I shook my head and stepped into it. She set it to the top floor and off I was.

I looked around the elevator with my reflections everywhere. It was golden and looked really top notchIt finally stopped and I came out of it. Luckily, there was a room at the end of the hall which had her name, 'Miss Mercedes Pandora Belgravia' on it, so I just walked straight, smiling and waving at the numerous people that kept bowing as I passed them. It was like I was queen, which I felt I was.

I stood by the door of my office and was about to enter until I saw no handle or knob. How then would I go in? I searched and searched, but the knob seemed really invisible.

"Any problem, ma'am?" A young lady asked me, noticing my disturbing search for the knob.

"Can you help me with the door?" I asked and stepped aside.

"Sorry, ma'am. I can't," she bowed her head.

"W..." I started.

"What's going on here?" Banks asked as she approached me with the man from earlier, her signature tablet still in her hand.

"The door. Little help?" I asked.

She chuckled slightly and the man joined in.

"What's so funny?" I asked and their faces immediately turned straight like I was gonna feast on them the next minute.

"Sorry, ma'am. Its only your thumbprint that can open the door. You had this installed the last time you were here. Remember?"

"Oh, right," I nodded.

What was I going to do with the fact that I was not Mercedes and my thumbprint would never ever open that door.

"Go on, ma'am. Open it so I can get your files ready and arrange your meetings for today, especially the one with the Telecamercia group," she smiled and continued her job, tapping on tablet screens.

What was I going to do? I was so doomed.

"Uhm - it might not open. Its been a long time since I was here, remember?" I tried to escape my way through the question, my hands shaking and heartbeat so loud, I felt like it overshadowed my voice.

"It will definitely open once your thumb touches that screen. Go on, you really don't have much time," she urged further.

I needed a way out of it. I'd be busted if my thumbprint couldn't fit with the one on that screen. They would call the cops and I would be under arrest.

"You know what? Just call the technician," I said with a smile.

"But why ma'am? Are you okay?" She queried.

"What?" I asked.

"I mean, you have tons and millions of work on your desk. Calling Andrew would be a waste of precious time when you can just open it easily with your thumb," she explained with a curious look.

"I agree, ma'am," The man nodded.

My palms became sweatier and I swallowed a lump in my throat, looking around for help. Finally, I spoke up.

"A - are you two questioning me or do you wish to kiss your jobs good bye?" I asked sassily, raising a brow and twisting the ponytail around my pinky. My act came in really handy.

They bent their heads.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," They chorused.

I sighed.

"Call the technician and have my thumbprint reinstalled. I'm expecting him in not less than thirty minutes!" I sighed and started walking away.

It felt so good being a star, being the boss. I could just order anybody around.

"But ma'am - " Banks started again.

I turned back and faced my glance on her. An intimidating one at that. She bent her head and I just smirked, moving on.

For a moment I thought I was toast. I could already feel my body against the cold prison bars.
That couldn't happen.

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"Ma'am, the Telecamercia's are here. Should I send them in?" Banks asked as she walked into my office.

"Telecamercia's - What do they want?" I asked, rotating on my comfy chair and just living the life.

The life I thought I deserved. All that wasn't a mistake. I mean - what sort of expensive mistake would it be?

"Ma'am?" she asked, snapping me out.

"Oh, yes. You said?" I asked, not getting a word she said.

"They're the k pop stars you wanted as models for your next show. Should I send them in?" she asked and waited my reply.

K pop stars? Dar would kill me! She was obsessed with BTS and K pop like crazy!

"Ma'am?" she asked again.

"Oh, well yes! Send them in," I nodded as a beam crawled up my lips and my face suddenly turned into a red tomato. I had to admit. I loved K pop myself and that was just great!

"Hey!" A young man walked in and waved a bit with an interesting smile on his face. Four others followed and stood before me.

"I'll be in my office if you need me," Banks said and left, and the door automatically closed. I loved that door.

"Hello," I smiled and stood up.

"Hi! We're the k pop band you asked for and its a pleasure meeting you, Miss Mercedes Pandora Belgravia," The first, which I assumed was the leader said with a smile that revealed his features clearly.

"So, tell me a bit about you," I said and motioned to them to sit on the couch, while I sat on the one opposite.

We were seated and he started.

"I'm Ji Hoon, and they're...."

"Woo Sik!"

"Jong Hyun!"

"Joon Ki!

"kyung Joon,"

They all said respectively, each displaying a friendly smile. That was the hottest K pop band I set my eyes on.

My office was invisibly on fire!

"Nice. And as you all know, i'm Mercedes Pandora Belgravia," I smiled confidently.

"So, Miss Mercedes Pan...."

"Please, call me Mercedes," I interrupted.

"Oh, sorry. Miss Mercedes, when exactly would you like the photo shoot to happen? Because at the moment, Telecamercia is training and drilling fresh models for the new brand, and we're all music until you requested for us for a shoot. We couldn't say no. I mean, who would?" he chuckled.

I smiled and thought of what to say because I had no idea what Telecamercia, models, K pop band or whatever they had to do with me or what I had to do with them. Like I was lost. I was literally floating.

"W - well, yes." I nodded. "The photo shoot. I've been expecting that and what's Telecamercia again?" I asked clumsily.

"Telecamercia is the company that referred us to you. You requested a popular K pop band?"

I nodded.

"So, here we are and I must say, we are pretty good models too, especially if we're doing this with you in the nude shots.

I choked on the water I just took in. Nude what? Nude no! Hell no!

"What?" I asked, regaining normalcy.

"The shots you said you needed for the Camvilla camp at the Marinette magazine cover?" he raised a brow, somewhat suspicious.

"Oh, yes! Of course! The Camvilla camp and Marinette magazine," I smiled.

They all smiled.

We all smiled.

What the heck wa a Camvilla camp and Marinette magazine? I was dead! Literally.

"So, what time would be appropriate for you? We actually have a tight schedule,"

"Oh, I'll just tell my secretary to inform you. But please expect my message," I smiled and stood up with a lot on my head.

"We were gonna show you samples of nude shots. Our portfolio, actually - " he said, getting the laptop from the bag.

"No, that won't be necessary," I tried my best to not throw up.

"But..."

"I'm very busty, I mean busy and my nude shots I mean secretary would butt I mean phone you when i'm ready," I said and gulped down a bottle of water.

"Are you okay?" Ji Hoon or is it Hoon Ji or whatever I don't know, asked.

I nodded.

But seriously, I was not okay!

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