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Cathrine would be lying if she said she was surprised at his behavior. Bernstein was a leech and a fat one at that. She felt his stubby fingers meeting her own, a fat thumb running against the back of her hand, clearly using the opportunity to get a sleazy sensation of her skin, before the handshake ended. Though that wasn’t even the worst part of it, oh no, that award went to the very fact that Bernstein barely acknowledged her as anything more than a pretty ornament, stares included. Granted that was pretty much included in her job description, but it still wasn’t a polite thing to do.
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A brief measure of schadenfreude washed over her as she saw the smile fade from Bernstein’s face. But she knew it wouldn’t last. The man was too experienced to give up due to such a simple rebuttal. And she knew he had already decided on who would be his next prey.
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“Mr. Bernstein. I must insist, I was given a name for it to be used. And I would very much appreciate it if you would do so.” Keeping him at a distance, away from nicknames was the first step to keeping him at arm’s length. Though she made sure her voice wouldn’t directly push him away, it certainly wouldn’t appear to be enticing him either, but she figured he didn’t care. And she was confirmed in such an assumption as he went on to guess her profession and reasons for coming here. “Yes, you have the right of it. I do model from time to time.” There was no reason to hide that, though there was no need to mention it was but a side-hustle for her.
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“As for why I am here. I came at the invitation of a very dear friend of mine.” She gestured towards Callan, figuring that if he intended to get on her good side hoping it might lead to something further, then he might be enticed to look favorably towards Callan if he knew of their friendship, if for no other reason than to gain some good standing with her.

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The disrespect never stopped coming. To be honest, she had come to accept that it was just a thing in the model industry. Bernstein wasn’t the first nor would he be the last. She accepted that she had done what she could. He was intent on forcing some nickname upon her, and it didn’t matter whether she accepted it or not. She replied only with silence as he would nonetheless continue talking.
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Bernstein announced a toast. Experience told her where this was going. He would make a show of force, to try and cow them into submission. A display of power among his peers. She felt how Callan’s fingers tightened around her own. She tried to reassure him by applying force to measure up to his but knew that that would be a futile endeavor.
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Mr. Bernstein turned his attention back to Cathrine. He mockingly asked how much she made part-time modeling. It didn’t come as a surprise to her that his thoughts lay only in the wealth acquired. And to a point, she was unaffected by his mocking. Still, it didn’t feel nice to have this man openly mock her even if he covered it up as friendliness. Now, she could handle it. But she feared Callan couldn’t.
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Her attention moved to Callan as he spoke. Though Bernstein ignored him completely, moving on to trying to entice her with a reminder of how much wealth he had. She looked at him and smiled. For a second she felt the tug of enticement. But in the end, she had standards. Still, she gave him a polite nod, before she said. “I appreciate the offer. Mr. Bernstein.” She paused, giving him just enough time to think she’d accept on the spot. “But I am sure as a connoisseur of this industry, you understand that an artist such as myself must be very selective with whom they work, and for now I have what I need. However, should the opportunity arise I will keep your offer in mind?” And so she lied to the best of her ability. She would never indulge in his offer, but she knew she had to be gentle with this man or he would try to strong-arm her into submission.
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“Until then, I do believe I will enjoy playing with this… What did you call him.” She moved closer to Callan escaping his grip and replacing it with a heavy controlling arm around Callan’s shoulder, in one way claiming him as her sovereign territory. “Oh right, this boytoy of mine.” She couldn’t help but speak the last part a bit maliciously. As if she was vetting the knives of revenge upon the words of Mr. Bernstein, though she did try to hide it, one could only keep up the façade for so long. “Now, if you will excuse us. I am sure other people would like the pleasure of keeping you company.” And so she gently nudged for Callan to move on just as she would. And she hoped Dora had somewhere or someone else to be with.

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Callan Young

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It brought her some measure of comfort to see how Mr. Bernstein slowly lost his composure. Enough that she had the strength to move on along with Callan. It was almost palpable how the tension inside of Callan dissipated as she did her little stunt. Dora quickly guided them away in the process.
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She felt Callan’s lips press against Cathrine’s head and heard his whispered thank you and the small comment about how much of a pig Bernstein was. “I should be thanking you. Had you not been here, he would have been much more assertive.” A grim look found its way into her eyes. She knew his type, he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He would have had what he wanted whether she agreed or not, had the presence of another man capable of punching him in the face, not been there. “But unfortunately that’s the industry for you.” She spoke grimly her words whispered to not let anyone else but Callan hear.
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Luckily Dora pulled them away from their grim topic of discussion with an apology. “Darling, do not blame yourself. He is not the only shark in these waters. I was prepared to meet at least one of his type, the fact that it had to be him, was just bad luck.” Cathrine assured their helper. She wished for her to be riddled with guilt by something which she had control over. Whether they had been warned or not, would have made little difference.
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And so they moved on to the next part of their schedule, or they would have had Callan not requested a small break, which Dora most graciously allowed. “Yeah, I will join. I do need some fresh air.” And so she followed Callan to the balcony, stepping out onto it as the first of the two. Quickly heaving in a breath of the fresh air before Callan could fill it with his toxic smoke.

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Callan Young

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They barely even reached the Balcony before Callan turned to her with a mischievous smile. Oh no, I know that grin. She thought as she began to expect they weren’t about to head to that Balcony.
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Callan entered one of the private rooms, quickly checking the place for any cameras or other such equipment. She followed along, as she heard the lock of the door click. She was then pinned against the wall. Callan’s lips pressed against hers, though he pulled away quicker than expected, a feat worthy of praise all things considered.
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Cathrine’s smile grew equally mischievous as she listened to his plan. She had to admit it was tempting and typically in line with what she came to expect from Callan. “Oh Callan, dear.” She allowed one hand to run gently through his hair in an almost loving gesture. “I know you want to take revenge upon that disgusting piece-of-filth. But I am sure we would be the first suspects of such an act, plus knowing him he has video surveillance in his office.” Cathrine stated before she allowed a hand to run down Callan’s side.
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“But I understand, it must be frustrating.” She spoke teasingly. “So, how about I let you have what he will never get.” The seductiveness of her voice made it abundantly clear what she was referring to. And just in case Callan was too dense, the direction her hand was moving in probably made it clear.
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OOC: Fade-to-black achievement unlocked?

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Callan Young

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Pinned to the wall, Cathrine felt the control she so often preferred being stolen by Callan, thought theft was probably a strong claim, as she was an eager participant as well. It didn’t take long for the clothes to be peeled away revealing the form which the fabric had bravely fought to hide. And then, well the act began Cathrine hoping that nobody would accidentally stumble upon them for she had no intentions of holding back.
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And so, after what felt like mere minutes, but was the full thirty minutes they were finished. She breathed heavily as she picked up her clothes and began to get dressed. Though they were the cause of it, she still noticed how heavy the air had become of the smell of copulation. She felt almost bad for whoever would find this room after they left.
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With a careful eye, she watched for any stains Callan might have left behind, though all she saw was sweat. As she got dressed, turning to look at Callan in the process before asking. “Still alive?” She teased him, knowing very well that she had made him work his part as much as she’d done hers.

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