You were meeting your brother’s contractor. Your brother was a model and had asked you to join it with him, your brother’s contractor, however, was skeptical about you. The contractors name was named Xavier. He looked like a model himself. His dark skin, his black fluffy hair, his icy blue eyes, the way he dressed. You were surprised when you heard that he was just a contractor.

“How exactly do you propose to model? What can you model? What are you good at?” He asked coldly.