Billionaire’s Lost Angel

Peter sat at his desk in his office, plowing through a mountain of paperwork. The day had been long and filled with endless meetings, leaving him drained and longing for a breath of fresh air. As he was about to take a break, the office door swung open, and in walked Caleb with a stunning woman by his side.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Peter’s jaw dropped as his eyes met hers, captivated by her ethereal beauty. There was something about her that seemed so familiar as if they had crossed paths in another life. Caleb’s voice broke the trance, introducing the woman as Linda, the new model.

“Peter, meet Linda,” Caleb said with a wide grin. “She’s going to be our star for the upcoming photoshoot.”

Peter blinked, momentarily lost for words. “Nice to meet you, Linda. I hope you enjoy working with us.”

Linda flashed him a warm smile, her eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. “Thank you, I’m excited to be a part of this team.”

As the conversation flowed, Peter couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly Linda blended in. She had a magnetic presence that drew everyone’s attention, and soon the office was alive with chatter and laughter.

Time seemed to slip away with each passing moment, and before Peter knew it, the day had faded into the evening. It was time for the much-awaited photoshoot. As Peter watched Linda prepare for the shoot, he found it nearly impossible to tear his gaze away from her graceful movements and radiant smile. He felt something stir deep within him, a connection he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

“Alright, Linda, you’re doing great!” Caleb encouraged, snapping Peter out of his daze. “Now, let’s try that pose again.”

The camera clicked and flashes filled the room, capturing Linda’s beauty in every frame. Peter busied himself behind the scenes, ensuring the shoot went smoothly. But his eyes kept wandering back to Linda, her allure becoming more irresistible with each passing moment.

Finally, the shoot came to an end, and Caleb escorted Linda out of the studio. Peter felt an inexplicable pang of disappointment as they left, a yearning to spend more time with her. He couldn’t shake the feeling that their connection was something special.

George brooded in his dark and ominous office. His face twisted with displeasure as he checked his phone, clearly agitated by the news he received. He bellowed in fury, startling the man standing before him.

“You imbecile!” George thundered, his voice dripping with disdain. “I entrusted you with the task of capturing Lotus, and you have failed me once again! Do you have any idea what this means?”

The man cowered under George’s piercing gaze, beads of sweat trickling down his brow. “I-I’m sorry, sir,” he stammered, his voice trembling. “We tried our best, but she remains elusive.”

George smirked cruelly, the glint of malice in his eyes sending shivers down the man’s spine. “Best? Ha! Your best clearly isn’t good enough. You have three days, and if you fail me again, you’ll wish you were never born.”

With a dismissive wave of his hand, George dismissed the man, leaving him trembling in fear. As the door closed behind him, George leaned back in his chair, plotting his next move. He knew he couldn’t let Lotus slip through his fingers – his plans depended on her capture.

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Peter sat in his dimly lit room, his mind consumed by thoughts of the intriguing model he had met earlier that afternoon. There was something about her that captivated him, an air of mystery that he couldn’t shake off. He knew he had to find out more about her.

With a determined look on his face, Peter picked up his phone and dialed a number, his fingers tapping impatiently on the desk. After a few rings, a voice answered on the other end.

“Hello?” came the voice, slightly muffled by background noise.

“John, it’s Peter. I need you and the team to do some digging for me,” Peter said, his tone serious.

“What’s up, boss?” John replied, his curiosity piqued.

“I met someone today, a model. There’s something about her that I can’t quite put my finger on. I want you to find out everything you can about her. Her name, her background, her connections. I need to know who she really is,” Peter explained, his voice filled with determination.

“Consider it done, boss. We’ll get right on it,” John assured him.

Peter ended the call and leaned back in his chair, his mind racing with anticipation. He knew John and his team were the best in the business, and he had complete faith in their abilities.  He had used them for years now and he found their work and service top-notch. For some reason he found the model somewhat like Lotus, the reason he couldn’t put his hands on it..

Days turned into weeks as John and his team tirelessly worked to gather information about the model. They interviewed photographers, fashion designers, and anyone who had crossed paths with her. The more they dug, the more intrigued they became.

One evening, Peter received a call from John. “Boss, we’ve got some interesting information for you,” John said, his voice filled with excitement.

“Tell me everything,” Peter replied eagerly.

“Her name is Linda. She’s relatively new to the modeling scene and new to New York but has already made quite a splash. She’s known for her striking beauty and unique style. However, there’s very little information about her personal life. She keeps to herself, rarely seen at parties or events, she has a sister named Sarah” John revealed.

Peter listened intently, his curiosity growing with each word. “What else have you found?”

The fact that she just moved to New York made him think of things that couldn’t be true. She wasn’t Lotus. And Sarah?

Peter cut the call, trying to digest what I had heard.

Peter called John once again, eager for an update. “John, what have you found?”

“Boss, we’ve uncovered something interesting. It seems Linda has a secret past, one she’s been desperately trying to hide,” John revealed.

Peter leaned forward, his heart pounding with anticipation. “Tell me everything.”

“It appears that she didn’t have any record in Los Angeles like she claimed.. she is hiding something, but we aren’t sure of it.”

“Keep digging.”

“Linda, what is it that makes me drawn to you? Like I have known. You before?” He asked no one in particular.