Duke looks back at her, with a smile on his face, but he hasn't gotten the words to tell her right now. She looks around again and then stands up to her feet. She gestures to him. " Come on, let's find somewhere private to talk. " She walks away. Duke doesn't trust her, hell he doesn't trust anyone in the great five and his eyes are the only thing that follows her as she walks back to the stairs. When she notices that he isn't behind her, she stops and gives him a small frown. " Trust me, I am not one of the bad guys. Come. " She urges him. Duke pushes himself to his feet and he follows behind her. She walks up the stairs and he leaves a few steps between them. They encounter one of the servant girls on their way up and the scared girl stops and presses herself against the wall and keeps her eyes on the ground. " I am busy and I don't want to be disturbed. " Lord Eve says to her. " Let the others know. "" Yes, ma'am. " Duke follows after her, wondering how the hell she know

Melody looks at herself in the mirror and she blows away the strand of hair that is falling over her left eye but it only bounces and returns to its position. It's hard for her to even recognize herself in the mirror because of the makeup. The sharp contrast between the redness of her lips and the innocent pale skin of hers is too obvious. Even though it's so uncomfortable, she is not going to wipe it off or try to reduce the makeup because she knows that they are going to reapply it anyway. She concentrates on her eyes in the images and she reminds herself that she can do this another day. She takes off her robe and lets it calm to the ground. She is only putting on a red bra and panties to match, nothing more. She takes off the shirt that looks so smooth that she is so careful not to make crisps on it as she puts it on. That's it, that's all the clothing she is going to get for the shoot today. She isn't allowed to button up too, she just holds the sides together and turns aro

Melody returns to her hotel room with exhaustion weighing her like a bag of cement that was dipped into water. She falls on the bed with a long sigh and kicks off her shoes. All she wants at this point is just to go to sleep, but she can't do that now, she can't. She can't go to sleep knowing that Bloom is going to tell Duke the truth if she doesn't tell him herself. Duke might be as calm as water, but he gets pretty crazy when he gets angry, she knows this. He is very defensive of her and if he finds out that Jace was the one who pitched the modeling idea to her, he is going to be good as dead whenever Duke sees him. She rolls her eyes as she takes out her phone. He better answers his phone, he better pick up. She sits up on the bed and crosses her leg as she starts the excruciating process of dialing his number. The problem is not calling him, it's the fact that he doesn't want to pick up her calls. She tried, God, she tried for tens of times but he was just so stubborn. Sh

Duke is smoking a cigarette in the alley. He doesn't smoke, but lately, he has been stressed out that he has started picking up some bad habits. It's kind of dark in the alley, because of the lack of sunlight or any artificial light. No one really comes to this side of the building and since he has to stick around while Mister Jimmy and the rest work, he decides to meet Bloom here. He sees Duke walking towards him as he blows a puff of smoke out into the air. Bloom begs him and Duke offers him a handshake. " Good morning, boss. " Bloom greets after taking the surprise handshake that was offered to him. " You look good. " Duke compliments. " Italy treated you well, didn't you?"" It was a beautiful country sir and I didn't spend more than two days there. " Bloom explains. Duke nods and then he throws the cigarette to the ground and puts it out. Bloom's eyes watch him and he doesn't miss the judgment in them. " You don't have half of the shit that I have been through when you we

Duke is leaning against his car when Bloom steps out of his BMW with a box in his hands. Duke has a cigarette hanging between his lips and his hands are deep in his pockets. There is a bit of cold and the cigar is keeping him warm. Bloom slightly frowns with disapproval when he sees the cigar in his boss' mouth. Duke leans off the car and takes the boxes from Bloom. " Do you have everything that I asked for?" Duke looks at the lid of the box, not wanting to go through the trouble of checking. " Yes. " Bloom nods. He is looking at the cigarette, but he doesn't know what words to use. "What?" Duke shrugs. " Did someone call to ask me to come back to base?""No. " Bloom quickly dismisses that. " I have been lying to them, just like you have been asking me to. "" Good. " Duke snorts with laughter. " I don't want more Renee's walking in here. " Bloom runs his hands through his hair, Duke can tell that there is more to this. " What then?" He asks, his face serious. "Sir, it's the