70: Lady Boss

Fenella’s POV The woman walked briskly ahead of me, her shoes clacking loudly. The shoes she wore were even Oscar de Ragetti designs. I recognized them because Oscar had shown me his boutique when I signed the contract. Upon arriving in the fairly large meeting room, I was invited to take a seat. Once again, I complied with the woman. Her bossy aura was thick, and her charisma made it nearly impossible for me to argue. As I was about to sit down, she finally smiled warmly. Though it seemed I was starting to understand the difference between genuine and fake smiles, she resembled more of a sadistic robot who enjoyed rebelling against humans, as seen in movies. "Which company are you from?" she asked sharply. "I'm from Gene Talent Management," I replied spontaneously. "The model and actor management company?" she asked with increased interest this time. "Yes, exactly." I nodded with a smile, glad that someone recognized my name. "I thought they had gone bankrupt," she chuckled arrogantly