Emilia was seating with her leg crossed over the other and her hand was busy with beats of different colours. Her hair was well arranged in a ponytail, her neck was adorned with a fitted necklace.
Her face was on simple makeup just lipstick and powder, she was dropping the beat one after another in the thread.
She was so deep in braiding the beat till she forgets about herself, the cleaner that was cleaning the floor was greeting her from behind but she never pay attention to it. The beat was falling into the thread.
She felt a cold hand placed on her shoulder.
She was about to drop another beat into the thread but stopped, ignoring the hand on her shoulder, dropping the beat and it roll slowly on the thread. just nodding her head for the person to go on with the conversation.
Ma'am, someone is at the door, she said putting off her hand on her shoulder
"Then what ?" She answered in a brusque manner. "Just let the person in"
"Yes ma'am", she genuflects before leaving her present.
She ambled to the door, rotating the board around, "it was now open ".
She pushed the door open for Kelly to walk in. "Good morning", the maid greeted him.
He just nodded in response to her greetings before heading to where Emilia, was seating with the braiding beat in her hand.
"Hi, good morning, Emilia". He greeted,
She was so obsessed with the work of her hand, samara just stood there with his hand folded across his chest admiring the necklace she is braiding.
After some years of braiding, she drop the braided necklace on the glass table.
Turning around to see Kelly, she was surprised to see him standing there with his hand crossed to his chest.
She was just using the necklace to forget the bad times in her life, her bad days like when Vail was murdered - her father was sentenced to spend years in prison. but who would understand her for being too deep into it?
"Sorry Vail, how long have you been waiting there watching me", she asked in an ardent tone
"Not so much, Emilia. I enjoyed what you did". He said staring at the necklace
"Thank you, Kelly... You can follow her ". She said sticking her finger to her maid.
"She will direct you to the guest room, for your first-day uniform".he nodded and follow her to the narrow corridor.
After some years in the restroom, he was escorted back to the training ground. He was on a white button-front tank top and denim jeans skirt.
His body was properly fitted in the clothes due to how slim he was. he was very much ashamed of himself to make any further move into the training hall.
Emilia was just waiting for him to walk in, but he was not confident enough, the other workers that were passing by just gaped at him before passing.
He was trembling and sweating at the same time. Emilia was just waiting for him to open the hall door and walk in.
He could recall why he demanded the training, he breathe in and breathe out - push the door open, walking into the training hall with a beautiful smile on his face.
Emilia was unable to control her laughter.
The way Kelly waddled was too funny, that she keeps on laughing at him, she was laughing and holding her chest to balance herself.
The door was already occupied by her workers, cause it had been a while since anybody witnessed Emilia laughing like that. She is always sad or carried away by emotional imagination.
Kelly know she was laughing at his walking step, just laugh stop and laugh along with her, making her stop immediately.
She glared at the door and everyone left without looking back.
"Sorry for the laugh Kelly, it was too much on me that's why I just let it go". She said facing him
"Okay, Emilia, I'm just here for you to teach me the correct ways".he said staring at the floor
"So what did you say is your name again". He was surprised to hear such a question from her, did she just forget her name or what, he just stood there thinking about what to say to her.
Kelly ma'am, he said farrowing, dragging the top to make sure his body is properly covered.
"No that's wrong. you are a lady now. So just pronounce me your female name". She was just smiling at him
"Think... Think... Think", she said moving around him, making him pressured with what to answer her.
"Marvellous, ma'am. Yes, I want my name to be marvellous", he said smiling back at her, releasing his hand from the clothes.
"That's a nice name, Kelly. sorry marvellous", she muddled.
"Okay let's get to today's class, we will begin with your walking steps", she said picking up some books from the table beside her
"Placing them on his head. Just walk with the book on your head and don't let it fall".
She also placed a book on her head. "Follow my steps, marvellous baby.
She ambled with the book on her head, walking with her legs trying to cross on each other. "This is call catwalk", she said turning around and Kelly was just there. Trying to follow up on her steps, he knows his next steps would be the worse mistake in his life
Trying all he could just to balance the books on his head, she walked back to him, to make sure he was in the right position.
"That's not how it's done, just released your breathe and free your hand off your head", he dropped his hand down
Lowering his gaze, focusing on the direction, dropping his shoulder. "Now you can start walking again".
He steps forward walking like a toddler, and the book fell off his head and spread on the floor.
Emilia picked them up and placed them on his again, she walked beside him, placing her left hand on his fingers, holding them.
Placing her left hand on his waist, she twitch him, she could perceive the scents of his deodorant.
Just step forward and focus on yourself Marvellous, she said making him feel her presence.
He steps forward, she lifts his arms spreading them sideways, making him step back his foot.
He was flowing with her, she released him making him step forward alone, making the catwalk steps slowly.
Forgetting about the book, he increases his speed. Feeling excited already. He was imagining invisible people chanting beside him to go ahead, but it didn't last long. The book fell off his head landing on the floor.
Emilia was beside him, clapping for him joyfully. He can't hold the joy but covers his face with his palm going down slowly putting his face to his tight.
He can't believe he's already making it on his first day in Emilia's class. Then Harry should just count himself unsafe already.
Emilia walked to him, lifting his face with her soft palm. he was just staring at her in motion as she help him get back to his feet.
"You're making it on the first day". she said shaking his hand. "Hope you keep up the good work"
Her phone rang, it was her mother, samara. "Excuse me Kelly", she said walking away from him
He arranged his top, trying to catwalk himself to the mirror. But not as fast as he would expect it to be.
He was just staring at his reflection and smiling at it, he stopped when he noticed Emilia was not far from him.
Is "high time we stop the class today, tomorrow we will continue from way we stop. My mom is in need of me", she amble out of the hall.
He walk out of the training hall, and a lot of Emilia's worker was just gaping at him, some were peeping from the window. He did not mind them he walk normally to the guest room.
He brought out his phone and take a photo of himself before pulling off the top and the jeans skirt.
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"Just, go. carry out what I asked you to do earlier", Jack ugly said with his baritone.
The two people that were in front of him in the dark room, their faces were covered with a face masks.
   
"But boss". the other person on the left-hand side object
"Just shut up and do what I ask you to do", he barks, pointing the pistol at him
"If you there make any other objection, then you will have your ghost to blame".
"Sorry boss", he said lowering his voice.
"Okay boss. Everything will go according to your will", the other person on the left responded with a soft voice.
"Take this and keep everything going". He dropped the gun on the table, pushing two bundles of USD notes to them.
They both pick up the money and left the room and shut the door beside them.
He picked up the newspaper and spread it open, puffing his cigarettes calming down his body in the armchair focusing on the newspaper.
Right now he needs everything dancing to his tone this time. He heard a knock on the door, but he ignored it for minutes.
But the knock keeps kissing on the door. "Who's there?" he asked putting the cigarettes on a ceramic plate.
Still focusing on the newspaper with his leg on the table
"Boss it's me 001", he answered with a calm voice, "Someone is downstairs waiting for you".
"Okay tell him I would be there as soon as possible", he said puffing another stick of cigarettes. folding the newspaper before heading to the exit of the room.