He ran and ran as fast as he could as he bathed in sweat.His legs grew weak but still he ran, determined to reach the finish line. People looked at him in shock as he clutched tightly onto a newspaper. He was almost to the elevator but sadly it closed, leaving him no choice but to run up the stairs. He opened the red door and began his journey to the top floor.

He soon saw the familiar double doors and pushed it opened, tripping as he fell harshly to the ground. He grunted as gasps were heard. He slowly stumbled as he stood up breathlessly. He breathed deeply until the pounding in his chest turned back to normal. He saw a glass of water on the small table and drank everything as he felt his throat become less dry.

"Cris? What happened to you? You look like you ran a marathon."

Cris rolled his eyes because he really did ran a marathon, except it wasn't on a track or road. He wiped his sweat and rolled up his blue long sleeves.

"Here Sam, I made sure we got the news first. Mirelle would probably burst out." Cris chuckled as he gave his boss the newspaper. He glanced at Jester who had a look of amusement in his eyes. Cris blushed and looked away. Don't look at me like that, I might just kiss you right here. Cris brushed his hands through his brown curly locks as he waited for Sam to react to the news.

"You always amuse me Cris." Jester smiled and winked at him before looking at the newspaper.

And you always turn me on Jes...

Ever since Cris saw those mesmerizing eyes, he considered himself bisexual. Jester is his crush for three years now and sometimes wonder if it's already love that he's feeling. Even though Cris wanted the other to notice his feelings, he didn't have the courage to tell him. He was afraid he might just embarrass himself while confessing so he never tried.

The news was about a famous artist who had bright blue eyes, pointed nose, neatly gelled black hair that was stylishly brushed up and his white skin made his thin pink lips stand out.

John Louie Morg, better known as Louie-jay, was interviewed after his live performance at The Voice last night. The famous 24-year-old singer and songwriter was asked if he wanted to be the face of a magazine and what magazine company would it be. Since this week was another week where companies would produce a new medium, everyone wanted to know who'll be the new face of the book. His answer was quite neutral but we know that it will spark another contest for the two magazine companies we all love.

Louie-jay -" My dad once told me many years ago that Mirelle was a great magazine company. He told me that if I were to be a famous artist someday, I'd have to sign in to Mirelle. But you know what? I'm curious about BREE Magazine. What was its meaning again? Oh! Right. 'BE REAL EVERYDAY' I like how it sounds like they don't put anything fake in every magazine they produce.

To BREE and Mirelle, I'm always here when you need me."

Sam didn't bother reading anymore as he widened his eyes and his mouth sprung open. Jester read it and soon, they looked into each other.

"Quick! Call in his manager so we could arrange a meeting." Sam called out to Jester as the other nodded quickly and ran to his own office.

"Cris, thank you so much! This is big news!" Sam jumped happily and hugged Cris as the other hugged his boss back, happy for what was about to come. Cris then waved goodbye to them both as he went back down to his department

This will be another big chance for Sam to make his father proud and he won't fail the old man, that's for sure... right? Jester informed him that the manager will call back for confirmation in about two hours.

And so the wait begins...

2 hours later...

"WHAT?!"

Sam yelled as he grabbed his hair tightly, stress was evident in his eyes. Turns out, Mirelle Magazine didn't play fairly. After the interview last night, Miranda Lorelle who was the CEO of Mirelle talked to the artist personally and tested the young man's conscience. The woman persuaded him to follow what his father suggested because according to her, parents know what's best for you. The lad complied and now he was in the building of Mirelle, modeling.

Sam was frustrated and didn't know what to do. It was the only way he could make his father atleast a little more satisfied with his performance but now it was gone.

"His hairstylist is a friend of mine and she informed me that she saw Miranda giving the manager a few thousand dollars in exchange for Louie-jay modeling for their company and it wasn't a paycheck but more like bribery. What do we do now Sam?" Jester cautiously asked as he scooted closer to his best friend and rubbed the other's back.

"I'll think of something okay? Just please leave me alone for a bit." Jester nodded, understanding. He stood up and wen out the office. Sam was now thinking about who will be the face of BREE that can beat Mirelle's Louie-jay. He went to his table and opened his shoulder bag, rummaging through the pockets as he searched for his phone. Maybe he could have a research about other artists and convince them to model for his company. Anyone that could be a competition against Louie-jay.

He finally felt his phone and pulled it out but a small paper landed on the floor. He looked at it and opened it as he widened his eyes and thought of the most ridiculous idea he has ever had.

He was now in a dilemma. Should he search for another artist? Or should he just call the one nearer to him? Finally, he dialed a few numbers and waited for them to pick up. Soon, a deep husky voice was heard.

"Hello?" Sam breathed deeply as he tried to find the right words to say.

"H-hey there, it's me Samuel Darlington. The one you saved a few days ago?" Sam sat down as he nervously bit his lower lip.

"Oh hey Sam. Do you need something?" Sam sighed as he thought of the situation as take it or leave it.

"I was wondering if you'd like to model for my company."

There was silence on the other end of the line as Sam waited for the response. The guy was his last choice and if he doesn't get him, he'll be doomed. The guy chuckled as Sam admired the soothing voice.

"Alright, I'll be your model."

Sam widened his eyes in disbelief. "R-really? Are you serious Theodore?" Theodore was smiling absentmindedly as he heard the happy chirping voice of the other.

"Of course I am. Just give me my schedule and I'll be there."

Sam nodded as if Theodore could see him and ended the call as he gave the address of the building and the schedule for his first photo shoot which was tomorrow. Sam was happy as ever as he told Jester that he hired an amateur model that'll arrive tomorrow.

Get yourselves ready because a new face is about to shine...