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Chapter 93 A New Levelling Up Method
The Summit Athletics studio, once a place of daunting newness, had become a familiar workplace. Yet, it held a new kind of scrutiny. During a break between shots for a line of running gear, a senior stylist for the brand, a woman named Hala whose keen eyes missed nothing, approached Zaid not with a clothing adjustment, but with a quiet, professional suggestion.“Zaid, a word?” she said, her voice low. “The camera is very high-definition. It picks up every pore, every bit of texture. You have great bone structure, but your skin… it’s looking a little tired, a little stressed. You’re young, you can fix it easily. You just need a basic routine.”Zaid was taken aback. He’d never thought about his skin beyond washing it with soap in the shower. “A routine? Like what?”Hala, pleased he was receptive, pulled out her phone. “Nothing crazy. A gentle cleanser, a good moisturizer, and sunscreen. Non-negotiable sunscreen.” She typed out a list of brand names, a pharmacy cleanser, a good moisturiz
Chapter 92 Hint Of Jealousy
The polished smile of the reporter in front of his room was the final straw. It felt like a violation, a trespassing beyond any screen or public space, right into the last shred of his privacy.“No,” Zaid said, the word flat and final. Before the woman, Sarah, could launch into her reassuring spiel, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving her calling after him from his doorway. He didn’t run, but his pace was a fast, determined march. He went straight to the headmaster’s office, bypassing the terrified assistant, and told Mr. Fadi what had happened—a reporter from a gossip magazine had infiltrated the student dormitories.The school’s reaction was swift and severe. Security was called. Sarah and her photographer colleague were escorted off the premises with a stern warning about trespassing. An email was sent to all staff and students reminding them of the media policy and the importance of safeguarding the school’s privacy. The institutional machinery had protected him, but it
Chapter 91 Handsome Boy Complex
The cold, quiet kitchen and his mother’s wounded eyes haunted Zaid through a sleepless night. The numbers in his bank account, the subscriber count, the Blue Card promise, they all felt like monuments built on shifting sand. The foundation, his home, was crumbling. By dawn, a fierce, clear determination cut through the fog of exhaustion and guilt. He picked up his phone.The first call was to Khamees. “Cancel everything for today. The channel, everything. I don’t care. Push it all back.”“Zaid, we have the—”“Cancel it,Khamees. Please. Just for today.”Hearing the raw edge in his friend’s voice,Khamees simply said, “Okay. Done. I’ll handle it.”The next call was to the school office, leaving a message about a family emergency. Then, he called his mother. It rang several times before she answered, her voice guarded. “Yes?”“Mama, I’m not going to school today. I’m not going to work. I’m coming home. I’ll be there in an hour.”A long pause. “You don’t have to do that.”“I want to.Please
Chapter 90 The Price Of Success
The avalanche of success, so exhilarating at first, quickly hardened into a grueling daily avalanche of obligations. The single offer from Summit Athletics cracked open a dam. Another sportswear brand wanted him for a weekend campaign. A local watch company saw his "blend of traditional and modern" and sent a feeler. A men's fragrance line, aiming for a "fresh, youthful" angle, contacted Khamees directly. The channel, buoyed by the million-subscriber milestone, demanded consistent, high-quality content to appease the algorithm they had finally conquered.Zaid's life became a meticulously color-coded spreadsheet in Khamees's laptop, a prison of productivity. Mornings were for school, but his mind was often replaying the photographer's directions from the day before or mentally scripting the next channel video. Afternoons were a frantic scramble: a two-hour photoshoot at a studio across town, a rushed meal gulped in the car, then back to the dorms for a three-hour editing session with
Chapter 89 Leveling Up Unexpectedly
The creeping, itchy feeling of being a public curiosity was still clinging to Zaid when a more formal summons came. A message from the headmaster’s office, delivered by a passing prefect, requested his presence at the end of the school day. A cold spike of anxiety pierced his gut. Had someone complained about the whispers in the cafeteria? Had his modeling been deemed “unbecoming” of a student?He knocked on the heavy wooden door with a sense of dread.“Come in.”It wasn’t the headmaster, but his assistant, A young man known for his dry tone and encyclopedic knowledge of school regulations. He sat behind a neat desk, a file open before him.“Zaid. Please, sit.”Zaid sat on the edge of the hard chair, back straight, bracing for a reprimand.The assistant adjusted his glasses and peered at him. “There have been… rumblings. Around the school. And beyond it, it seems.” He didn’t sound disapproving, merely factual. “It has come to our attention that you have embarked on a rather successfu
Chapter 88 The Spotlight
The structured routine of school, quiet channel work, and the occasional, manageable modeling session had lulled Zaid into a sense of normalcy. The attention from the Summit Athletics campaign was contained, he thought, to the glossy pages of a catalog and the brand’s social media feed. It was a separate, professional compartment of his life. That illusion was shattered by a simple call from Bassam.“Hey, Mr Model. You’re not at a photo shoot today, are you?” Bassam’s cheerful voice came through the phone after school.“No, I just finished studying. Why?”“I’m starving. Let’s go eat. My treat. A celebration.”“Celebration for what?” Zaid asked, packing his books into his bag.“You’ll see. Meet me at the shwarma place near the dorms in twenty.”The familiar, greasy restaurant was a welcome sight, a world away from studio lighting. Bassam was already there, saving a small table in the corner. He had a look of barely-contained excitement on his face. They ordered their usual—two chicken
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