Caught in the moment Ch. 2 Ep. 34
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Caught in the moment Ch. 2 Ep. 34

By abfictionstories   11th Sep 2018
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"Oh! Vodka, this is a new face. Why haven’t you informed this brat?"

My head went overboard.

"You said?"

I moved closer to her but Vodka drew me back.

"Bukky, come with me."

She drew me aside. I really couldn't believe Vodka of all people would let that go, just like that.

"Bukky, it’s best if you stay out her way."

What!? Did Vodka just say that?

"Why?" I asked.

"Bukky, they always come first at the end of the competition each year, not because they are too good, but because they’ve got people in high places."

I made a gesture like it didn't matter.


"Bukky, she is dangerous. That fashion house always comes first no matter what! Please let's just stay out of their way."

I could see fear in her eyes; I’d never seen Vodka scared of anything.

"Wait! So what is the purpose of enrolling into this competition if we only came here to trade our victory to some dumb ass?" I asked.

I was getting angry at everything; it made no sense.

"No, it’s never going to happen on my watch!" I protested.


She attempted to persuade me to act otherwise but I interrupted her;

"I've got a plan."

Before she could ask me of my plans, I bounced out to meet the supposed model. She wore an annoying smile on her face that made me want to slap her teeth off.

"So Vodka has filled you on who rules here, hasn’t she?"

I cleared my throat and acted calm.

"Yeah, I am sorry. I didn't know you always get the trophy no matter who wins the competition."


All my models stood there calm with surprised looks on their faces. Didn’t she protest few minutes ago, they wondered.

"You should know by this time, little one: I get what I want, no matter who dies."

She replied.

"So you've killed to get that position?"

I asked, acting really scared.

"A lot. You should try and pack up your stuffs and head home, if you don't want to be on my list."

I nodded in agreement and watched her till she was out of sight.

"Alright people, change up... we will be upstage in three minutes time. We will be marching out in our native attires.”

I went back to business. Vodka approached me;

"I thought you had a plan!?"

I played the recording on my phone: all the conversation I had with the Spanish model, I recorded it. If she tries anything stupid, I’ll send it straight to the authorities.

And yes! We got to the last stage of the competition.

The Spanish lady marched back to us, this time with two hefty men. Before I could make a protest, they pushed Jovita and I. Jovita passed out immediately; I twisted my ankle.

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