The month between her late night limo ride and now had been nothing short of hellish for Kyrie. Paparazzi were always swarming her home or areas where she had been spotted and while the even-tempered model did her best to stay that way some of the questions proved difficult. Mostly, pushing to know if Cristobal had been one of the “pretty boy” fanboys/models paid to walk around and get people to oogle them or if he had been something else. The questioning on his stork origin made her uncomfortable, and often the model would just excuse herself and make a hasty exit to let Seza play bad cop and chase the prying cameras away.
But today there would be no such help. With her parents off on some venture her father had deemed ‘a great time’, her brother busy with his career, and Madeline…well, being Madeline her family was unable to help her. It just so happened that Seza was unavailable today as well—out with a cold. With the newest reviews and change orders needing to go out to her gaming company, Seza had no choice but to bring them there herself.
It had always been too risky to send mail from her own home, and for years Seza had used a service to safely get Kyrie’s work where it needed to go. She had left Kyrie specific details about how to find the place and where to drop it off and fill out her portion of the paperwork. Reading it over it really didn’t seem so difficult…just drive, hand over the goods and sign a few papers. With any luck she would be in and out before anyone had a chance to recognize her. She couldn’t imagine fellow professionals would be hell-bent on delving into her non-existent love life, but stranger things had happened. Tucking the package under her arm and getting into a much more toned down car, Kyrie took off.
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The entire drive had been an uneventful one, really. Kyrie even had a smile resting on her face for most of it. Sometimes it was nice to forget that she had fame right on her tail and just behave like a normal member of society. However the closer she got to the building the more her face began to fall. This all looked strangely familiar…and then she pulled up to the address Seza had given her. The model’s heart hit the floorboard as she looked at the all-too-familiar building. This…this was where they had dropped him off. This was where he worked.
Panic swept over her as she tried to think of what to do. He had never actually taken her up on the offer to stay friends. He must really hate her, maybe he even really did forget about her. She sucked in a deep breath and gathered herself back together. No. She had driven all this way. This was the place Seza had always trusted and she was going to keep giving them her business despite what one of the workers might feel about her. Heck, with any luck maybe he was already out of the building and he would never have to know.
Painfully she pried herself from the car and straightened her long dress. It was void of the left shoulder, while the right hung down in an almost Roman sense. In fact the entire outfit looked rather Roman in theme—the dress lacking a pattern and the splashes of color coming purely from her jewelry. She didn’t look exactly like a model, but she did look like a savvy business woman. A sexy, savvy business woman; if such a thing even existed.
Walking as confidently as possible, Kyrie tried to keep most of her face hidden behind her wide sunglasses and rolling curls of brown hair. Now…where did that note say to go from here? Special room since it was a speedy delivery? Front desk? The model was at a loss.