Nicole Vargas

I looked at the Russian model in front of me. Her eyes roaming over my body and stopped when it reached my angry eyes.

 "Veronika." I stated as I gave her a skeptical look.

"Can I come inside?" She asked, smiling tightly at me. She wore a dark green dress with spaghetti straps with five inch killer heels. She literally towered over me like a giant ogre.  

"So you can murder me with your stilettos? I don't think so." 

She sighed and rolled her eyes at me. "We really need to talk. You look so miserable and I pity you."

"I don't need your pity." I snapped as...