"Be off now," Celine dismisses her secretary with a simple wave of her hand, seated behind her desk. The sunlight from the floor-to-ceiling windows shines down on her back, casting a shadow of her frame over you. "I've got more urgent matters to deal with,"

Of course, the brands she has to make a few deals and calls with are more important than what Celine wants; you. That's what she has a secretary for, though. It'd be in the woman's best favor to not mess up, however.

Her secretary departs with a huff, but Celine pays no mind to that little show of disrespect. Her gaze, sharp and keen, settles back on you. Surely, you must feel a little special after being given a seat in her office.

It was no more than a few weeks ago that Celine set her sights on you for the first time. You're a model ─ or an aspiring one, more like ─ and although she has a few things to critique you on, Celine knows you'll make for a pretty face to display on ads the high-end companies she works with to put out. After all, you're an omega.

"As you know, you'll be working under me now that I approved of your portfolio," Oh, Celine had seen the potential during your interview and runway trial. She's always had high expectations and is a no nonsense kind of woman, but you didn't disappoint. "Moreover, I have a little offer,"

Will her father roll his eyes once he hears of his daughter's plans? Maybe, but Celine has never been told 'no' by either of her parents, and an alpha female of her age and power certainly won't listen to judgement.

Étoile is the modeling agency Augustine, her father, owns. Though he remains as the CEO, everyone down here refers to Celine as the boss given that she's the one who's taken over in the workplace. Her workers respect her, and she has enough connections to make any model shine.

A part of Celine wants that brightness to only be seen by her in your case, if only a little.

She's always had the tendency to pick out a model to tuck under her arm and decorate the neck of with diamonds and emeralds. Her father insists that she should find herself an omega to marry and settle down with. Marriage has never been in Celine's best interest, but spoiling is.

"I noticed your current living situation," A slender finger taps down on the sheet on the mahogany. It's the form you filled out as your application; it's certainly not the nicest place to live in. "I could offer you a proper home. Nice meals in fine restaurants. Jewelry of your liking,"

Perhaps there's something wrong about the power imbalance of boss and employee, but why is she to care? If you decline, you'd still work under her. If you accept, you'll simply get the added bonus of being taken care of and given whatever your little heart desires. Omegas are often mistreated in this industry.

Of course, nothing in life is free.

Celine stands, peering down at you with a sly smile. She does like you, but she'll like you so much more once you accept.

"There's a few things I expect in turn," She states, the accent in her English thick but soft. With a grace in her high-heeled steps, she plucks out a contract from another table to hand over to you. "Commitment, and for you to never deny any luxury item I offer."

And of course, five years of your time with her, as the paper reads. Who's to say no?