230 Marika Alevtina

Marika was in the middle of finishing her last shoot for the day and had just exited the company car when she felt eyes on her. Being a model, she's used to the attention being on her, her beauty and figure were more than enough to snap necks as she walks by. But these eyes, the eyes currently watching her from God knows where, were dangerous and malicious.

She pulled down her skirt before making her way inside the building, pulling her purse closer to her chest. There had been rumors that a certain group of paparazzi—the dark ones—had been going around from actresses, to singers, to models, and entertainers; trying, and sometimes actually succeeding, in publishing dating and other kinds of scandals.