MODEL AND ACCOUNTANT

Joyce's first day at Ceaser Fashion Company was nerve-wracking. She woke up early, took a long shower, and put on her best professional outfit. She wanted to make a good impression on her first day. She had been given a new office with a view of the city and a new computer. She couldn't wait to get started. As she settled into her new office, she heard a knock on the door. She turned to see James Ceaser standing there, looking even more handsome than she remembered.

"Good morning, Joyce. How are you settling in?" he asked with a warm smile.

"I'm doing well, thank you," she replied, feeling her cheeks flush. "I'm excited to get started."

"That's great to hear," he said. "I have a meeting to attend, but I'll check in with you later. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask." He turned and walked away, leaving Joyce with a fluttering feeling in her stomach.

Joyce spent the rest of the day getting familiar with the company's accounting system and processes. She had lunch with Stacy and some of her new colleagues, and they chatted about work and their personal lives.

As the day wore on, Joyce found herself looking forward to seeing James again. She couldn't deny the attraction she felt towards him, even though she knew it was dangerous. She reminded herself of her boyfriend Nathan and tried to push the thoughts of James aside.

The day went by quickly, and before she knew it, it was time to head home. She packed up her things and left the office, feeling tired but satisfied with her first day.

As she walked to her car, she suddenly heard footsteps from not far behind her. Her heart began to race as she realized she was being followed. She turned to run, but it was too late. A figure emerged and grabbed her from behind, covering her mouth with a strong hand. Joyce struggled and tried to scream, but the hand over her mouth was too strong. She felt a sharp pain in her neck and then everything went black. When she finally regained consciousness, she found herself tied to a chair in her own living room. Her three brothers were standing in front of her, wearing smug grins on their faces.

"Gotcha, sis!" said the oldest, Michael.

"We just wanted to teach you a lesson," added the middle brother, David.

"You need to be more careful, you've let your guard down," said the youngest, Peter.

Joyce's heart was still pounding in her chest as she struggled to free herself from the ropes that bound her to the chair.

"This isn't funny, guys," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "You could have hurt me."

"We wouldn't actually hurt you," said John, his grin fading slightly. "We just wanted to scare you a little."

Joyce took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "Well, you succeeded," she said. "Now can you please untie me?"

"Don't tell me you can't untie yourself anymore too" Peter mocked her

The three brothers shared a look and then burst into laughter before finally untying Joyce from the chair. She rubbed her wrists, feeling a mixture of relief and annoyance.

"I hope you guys are happy now," she said, standing up and facing her brothers.

"We are," said Peter. "And we're sorry if we scared you too much."

Joyce pushed her brothers away in anger and walked out of the room. She couldn't believe they had pulled such a cruel prank on her. She had been genuinely terrified, and they had just laughed it off like it was no big deal. As Joyce stormed out of the living room, she felt a wave of anger and betrayal wash over her. How could her own brothers do something so callous? She felt violated and hurt.

She paced around her apartment, trying to calm herself down. After a few minutes, she decided to go back to the living room and confront her brothers.

"You guys are sick," her voice shaking with anger. "How could you do something like that to me? I thought I was being kidnapped by some psychopath."

"Come on, Joyce, it was just a prank," said Michael, trying to sound soothing. "We didn't mean to scare you that much."

"That's not the point!" Joyce yelled. "You violated my trust and made me feel unsafe in my own home. I can't believe you would do something like this."

David and Peter looked sheepishly at the ground, realizing the gravity of what they had done. Michael tried to explain that it was just harmless fun, but Joyce was not having any of it.

"You guys, please out" she said sternly. "And don't ever pull something like this again."

Her brothers nodded, feeling ashamed and guilty. They knew they had gone too far with their prank and had hurt Joyce deeply. They promised to make it up to her and left her alone to process her emotions.

Joyce spent the rest of the evening reflecting on the incident and trying to calm herself down. She knew her brothers loved her, but they needed to learn boundaries and respect.

Joyce went to the bathroom and showered, she felt someone in the house and came out in towel, tiptoeing to the living room.

Nathan looked up from his phone and smiled as Joyce walked out of the bathroom. "Hey there, gorgeous," he said, getting up from the couch and walking over to her.

Joyce blushed and pulled the towel tighter around her. "What are you doing here?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Nathan wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. "I missed you," he said, kissing her neck softly.

Joyce smiled and leaned into his embrace, enjoying the feeling of being held by someone she loved. "I missed you too," she replied, running her fingers through his hair.

Nathan leaned in and kissed her passionately. Joyce could feel her heart racing as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, gently laying her down on the bed.

Joyce's towel slipped off as Nathan's hands roamed over her body, sending shivers down her spine. She moaned softly as he kissed her deeply, his hands exploring every inch of her skin. Her eyes rolled towards her big window and saw a human figure watching them. Her eyes snapped open in shock as she saw the figure outside the window. "Nathan, someone's watching us!" she exclaimed, pushing him away and reaching for a nearby towel to cover herself.

Nathan quickly turned towards the window but saw no one. "Are you sure?" he asked, concerned.

Joyce nodded, her heart racing with fear. "I saw someone, I swear," she said, clutching the towel tightly around her.

Nathan immediately went to check outside, but he found nothing. He came back inside and tried to calm Joyce down. "Maybe it was just your imagination," he said, holding her close.

"I swear I saw someone watching us," Joyce insisted, feeling a little shaken. Nathan went to the window and looked out again, scanning the area carefully. "I don't see anyone," he said, turning back to her. "But if it makes you feel better, I can stay here with you tonight."

Joyce felt a surge of gratitude towards Nathan. "Thank you," she said, hugging him tightly. "Since I went for the interview at Ceaser's, I've been feeling watched." Nathan rubbed her back soothingly.

Joyce woke up the next morning feeling excited and nervous at the same time. She knew that today was her second day at work but she had to step up in her new role as a model as well as accounting manager. She lay in bed for a few minutes, contemplating what she should wear for her first day on the job.

As she looked through her closet, she couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed. She had so many clothes, but nothing seemed to be the right fit for her new position. She wanted to look professional, but also stylish and trendy.

Joyce started to feel frustrated, but then she took a deep breath and reminded herself that she could do this. She thought about what James had said to her during the interview, about how she had the potential to be a great model and manager. This gave her the motivation she needed to keep looking.

She picked up a few dresses and held them up to herself in the mirror, but nothing seemed to be the right fit. Then she spotted a sleek, black dress that she had never worn before. She put it on and immediately felt a surge of confidence. The dress hugged her curves in all the right places and made her feel both sophisticated and sexy.

Joyce knew this was the dress she was going to wear to work that day. She paired it with some black pumps and a few pieces of simple jewelry. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she smiled and said to herself, "You've got this."

With her outfit sorted, Joyce went to the bathroom to do her makeup. She kept it simple, with a light foundation, some mascara, and a subtle pink lipstick. As she applied her makeup, she thought about her new job and all the challenges that lay ahead. She knew that it was going to be tough, but she was determined to succeed.

As she was getting ready, Nathan walked into her room. "Wow, Joyce, you look amazing!" he exclaimed. "Is there a special occasion today?"

Joyce smiled. "No, not really. I just wanted to dress up a bit and make a good impression at work."

Nathan nodded. "Well, you certainly look impressive. I'm sure everyone at the office will be blown away." She smiled

Finally, after getting dressed and putting on her makeup, Joyce took one last look in the mirror and smiled. She felt ready to take on the world, and excited to see what the day had in store for her. She grabbed her bag and headed out the door, ready to take on the day.

When Joyce arrived at Ceaser's Fashion, she could feel everyone's eyes on her. She walked through the office, feeling a bit self-conscious, but also empowered by the attention.

As she approached James' office, she could see him through the glass walls. He was on the phone, but his eyes were fixed on her. He looked frozen. She could feel her heart racing as she knocked on the door.

"Come in," James said, still staring at her.

Joyce stepped into the office, feeling a bit shaky. "Good morning, James," she said, trying to sound confident.

James stood up and walked over to her. "Joyce, you look absolutely stunning," he said, his eyes scanning her from head to toe.

Joyce blushed. "Thank you, James. I wanted to make a good impression today."

"Well, you certainly have," James said, smiling at her. "In fact, I have an urgent photoshoot I need you for. I want to capture your beauty on camera."

Joyce's heart skipped a beat. "Really? That's amazing, James. I would love to do it." Joyce facial expression showed doubts

"Do not fret. You don't need to do anything. You don't even need to look beautiful. You are beautiful effortlessly" James smirked and stared into her eyes deeply. Joyce was lost in his equally beautiful eyes for minutes before his personal assistant knocked and entered.

"Mr. Ceaser, the photoshoot crew just arrived"

"They can wait in the lobby" James rearranged his expression and distance. Lily, his assistant left. "Joyce, you can go check out the outfits and prep for the shoot"

A few hours later, Joyce was standing in front of a white backdrop, wearing a variety of different outfits for the photoshoot. James was behind the camera, Lily, his assistant, directing her on how to pose and move. Joyce was feeling a bit nervous, as this was her first official photoshoot since starting at Caesar's Fashion. She tried her best to focus on Lily's instructions and on the camera lens, but she couldn't shake the feeling of James's intense gaze on her.

As she changed into her third outfit, a sleek red dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, Joyce noticed James step closer to the set. He stood off to the side, watching her intently as she posed and moved for the camera. His eyes never left her, and Joyce could feel herself getting lost in the intensity of his gaze.

She tried to shake it off and focus on the task at hand, but she couldn't help feeling drawn to James. His presence was magnetic, and she found herself wanting to impress him. She tried even harder with each pose, hoping to catch his attention even more.

She changed into her final outfit, a stunning red gown that flowed elegantly behind her as she walked. James stepped even closer to the set, and Joyce could feel her heart racing in her chest. His eyes were locked on her, and she couldn't help feeling both nervous and excited at the same time.

As she posed in the red gown, James's came closer to her, pulled off his suit jacket, leaving just his white shirt. He stood right in front of the camera, by her side, slide his left arm around her waist, stroke her hair backwards, and lifted her chin to look up to him. She took a deep breath in, her heart started beating fast. Her faced turned pink as they stare into each other's eyes. The photoshoot carried on with James I'm the picture. Joyce's heart was racing as James stood beside her, their eyes locked together. His gaze was intense and focused, causing her to feel a rush of emotions she couldn't quite name. She could feel his breath on her face, warm and inviting. She was aware of his arm around her waist, holding her steady and pulling her closer to him. She was struck by the way he looked at her, like she was the only person in the world that mattered. There was something in his eyes that made her feel alive and cherished. She couldn't help but feel drawn to him, wanting to stay in this moment forever.

As they continued to stare into each other's eyes, Joyce was suddenly aware of the camera clicking away in the background. She felt a pang of embarrassment, realizing that she had been lost in the moment and forgotten about the photoshoot. She pulled away from James slightly, feeling self-conscious.Joyce found herself feeling both nervous and exhilarated at the same time.

As the shoot came to an end, Joyce felt a sense of disappointment wash over her. She didn't want this moment to end, didn't want to let go of the connection she had felt with James. But she knew that it was over, and that they would both have to go back to their normal lives.

As James entered his office, a flicker of unease passed through him, and he immediately sensed the presence of a familiar lurking in the shadows. James walked to his desk and discreetly pressed a button to close the blinds, enveloping the room in darkness.

"What do you want, Nigel?" James's voice dripped with both curiosity and caution as he turned to face his friend.

Nigel stepped out from the shadows, his piercing gaze fixed on James. "That girl, Joyce... There's something about her, James. I can feel it. I can smell it."

James raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "What are you talking about, Nigel? Don't tell me you've fallen for her charms too."

Nigel scoffed, his expression turning serious. "No, it's not that. There's more to her than meets the eye. You know how we can sense our own kind, the unmistakable scent of the supernatural. Well, she has a hint of it, James. She's different."

A slow smile spread across James's face as he absorbed Nigel's words. "You're saying she's not entirely human? That she carries a trace of our supernatural lineage?"

Nigel nodded, his eyes narrowed. "It's possible. I've been observing her, and there's something about her aura, her presence. It's familiar, yet different. I can't quite put my finger on it."

"Mmm..." James murmured, his fingers lightly tapping against the armrest. "You're right, Nigel. She does smell different. It's as if she carries a trace of our kind, but not quite the same. She's something unique. That's why I'm keeping her close, to figure out what she is."

Nigel's gaze hardened, his voice laced with caution. "James, we need to be careful. If she truly has ties to our world, there are forces at play that we can't underestimate. We've seen how the supernatural can change lives, bring danger and chaos."

James nodded, his expression serious. "I understand the risks, Nigel. But I can't ignore this connection I feel with her. There's something about Joyce that draws me in, something beyond the superficial."

Nigel sighed, understanding the depth of James' sentiments. "I can see that you're determined, James. Just promise me that you'll tread carefully. We don't know what we're dealing with here, and if Joyce is indeed connected to our world, she might be caught in a web of danger and intrigue."

James nodded, his eyes reflecting a mixture of determination and concern. "I won't let anything happen to her, Nigel. I'll protect her at all costs. But we need to gather more information, understand the extent of her connection to our supernatural realm."

Nigel crossed his arms, his voice filled with caution. "We need to proceed cautiously. Let's start by digging into her family history. There might be clues, ancestral ties that can shed light on her mysterious nature. And we shouldn't underestimate the possibility of other supernatural beings taking an interest in her."

"You're right, Nigel," James agreed. "We'll leave no stone unturned. But we must ensure Joyce's safety throughout this investigation. She's not just a pawn in some supernatural game. She's a person, with her own desires and dreams."

Nigel nodded, his expression grave. "I know you care for her, James. Just remember, in our world, love can be a double-edged sword. It can bring joy, but it can also lead to devastation."

James's jaw tightened, his gaze unwavering with a frown. "This has nothing to do with love, Nigel. It's nothing like Silvia."