All On Contract

Chapter 66 - He Knows

Tessa's P.O.V:
I look down at my phone and smile lightly at the text that Marshall sent me. I keep the phone under the table as I quickly type away on my phone and hit the send button. 

"...Of course we would love you to also be there." The lady carries on speaking as I read Marshall's next text. 

"There are going to be many other people also there with you. Famous people. It will get the world's attention." I hear a man say as I type another text.

"Miss Black..." I hear the lady clear her throat, making me look up to find everyone around the table looking at me. "Would you like for us to take a break?" She asks. 

"No." I clear my throat awkwardly. "Carry on." I switch my phone off. I see Leroy shoot me an angry look, making me look away as I roll my eyes. 

Honestly, is this guy ever happy anymore?

"Of course, you can wear your own designs." The lady carries on speaking. 

"Or you can model any of the other designs. It is all up to you." A man in a suit says. 

"I'm sorry but..." I sit up in my seat and push away the folder from me. "I wasn't told about modeling any clothes." I say and glance at Leroy. He nods his head at me once, making me sigh as I push my chair away from the table and stand up. 

"Why don't we take a break?" Leroy suggests as I walk towards the window and fold my arms across my chest. 

I wait for everyone to gather their belongings before they slowly make there way out of the room, mumbling a few things to my managers and eachother. Once I hear the door close, I quickly turn to face my manager.

"Nothing you say or do will get me on that runway." I say and fold my arms across my chest. 

***

"Tessa Black is back with a bang!" Marshall read the headline of a magazine article about me through the phone. I let out a groan as I drop down on the hotel bed and bury my face in the pillow. 

"It was so embarrassing!" I whine. 

"Its not that bad." Marshall says as I turn to lay on my back. 

"Not that bad? I fell on the runway. The show was live so everyone watched me fall whilst I was modeling my own clothes. I'm talking about thousands...Hell, maybe even millons of people watching me trip and fall on my face." I sigh. 

Leroy didn't take a no as and answer so I had no choice but to walk down the runway. I can walk on my leg again but if I walk to long or if i'm standing on my leg for a while, it starts to hurt. 

Not only was I worried about falling on my damn face, I was also worried about how I look. I was standing next to stick thin models and then there was me, looking like a pig in a dress.

I was the first model to come out and behind me was Heidi Klum. I made my way down the runway and just when I started to walk back and just when Heidi Klum walks out, my leg started to ache and I forced my self to take another step and that's when I fell down....right by her feet. 

Leroy started to get up but quickly sat back down when he realised that he couldn't come on the stage because the show most go on. Hedi had helped me up and walked me backstage since I started too limp before she walked back to model my designs. 

"Damn...that's bad." Marshall says. 

"Screw you." I huff, making Marshall chuckle. "I can't face them." I tell Marshall. 

"Who? The paparazzi?" He asks. 

"And my fans...and haters...and...everyone else." I say as I get up and walk over to the window.