A Husband Who Returned Home Empty Minded: Jealousy Acts of Admiration Inflicted Endless Pain to Another Man’s Entire Family.

By Prince Baleke

From the first published part of the story in A Man Who Went to the Moon Without a Jacket comes the second part of a catastrophic incident where another man’s jealous acts of admiration caused a newly wedded couple to end up on the edge of death. Not only does this brought about unbearable pain to a pregnant woman who had kept her pregnancy a secret she wanted to share on their honeymoon as a present of appreciation to the only man she had ever truly loved but also the admirer tucked her prince charming to sleep in a comma, which lasted twenty-five years, where he didn’t know his wife was pregnant. She ended up raising two of their twins on her own in a cold world where she had less hope of her husband’s return. When her husband returned home, she then struggles in agony to restore her husband’s lost memory after a terrible accident that nearly took both of their lives on that same day after they exchanged breathtaking matrimony vows.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: Sep 27, 2017
• ISBN: 9781490785028

Prince Baleke

As a child at the age of 13, I always wanted to become an author and I admired the work authors put into stories and how they took me places I've never been before. But the inspiration for my writing came from the sit-backs and the pain I felt after losing my beloved mother in 2006. By that time I was jobless and homeless, so I thought of something that might help me turn the negativity that was undertaking my life. I was desperate to find a job, but wherever I sent an application, all I received were silly excuses and the  word I hate to hear recruiters say:    'Sorry you have no experience, and at this point, we will not be proceeding with your application any further. However, we can keep your CV in our system just in case something suitable comes along.' Really?   So I sat down thought about losing a mum, and the rejections of my CV. I then asked myself this one question, how the hell do these recruiters expect me to gain experience if they don't take the risk and give me a chance to try my luck? And I remember asking one of them the same question on the phone. In 2012 I began writing a short brief of the entire experience I went through after losing a mother and I ended up writing a book instead. And ever since then, I have never given up on writing or even put the pen down, not even a single day.  But apart from my writing. I'm also a single father who has failed to find a woman to replace the mother of my children. Once I mention I have children, not one but four. Women run as fast as they can. I wonder why they would choose to run away from someone who shows such honesty in the first place. I love all my children the same way as my first born, and they all have been such a blessing to my life, that they have helped me to grown up into the person I'm today.

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H aving broken free from the edge of death on experiencing her romantic dream wedding she planned for nearly two years, but vanished within just a blink of an eye. Ever since then, Jeanne lived in soreness for having been separated from the only person who truly understood who she was, knew how handle and assemble all her broken pieces, and most importantly, how to touch her soul deeply. It was one of them days where she just breaks down uncontrollably during moments where, gloom and despondency became the only companionship that comforted Jeanne during the absence of her husband. She therefore, busted into tears right in the middle of watching a love story that was being told on one of the TV channels, where a young couple got united after being separated by a parent who thought they were still too young to become lovers. She didn’t want to embarrass herself, and neither did she want to show her children that she was hurting. And for that, she walked out of the house and she went at the backyard of the house, screaming on top of her voice: Dear lord I need your guidance, because I don’t bloody know what to do any m-more.

Why do I have to be punished in such a painful way? Jeanne questioned herself breathing deeply, as she gave the stars a long stare remembering the day when her husband departed to the moon. And she came to realize that was left to fight a battle every single mother fights when duped, denied, widowed by husbands who go to war to serve their nation for years in the army and they either return in coffins without saying good bye or being hospitalized with cut off body parts. She then stamped her feet onto the ground in frustration, while saying: Give me some damn, bloody answers, before I go out of my mind.

She angrily stamped off, muttering. And all of the sudden she just thumped her knees down onto the ground while pointing at the stars, and at the same time as yelling at one by one: Is it you on the right hand side with answers? Is it you on the left hand side, or you in the center?

And out of the blue, she just threw herself aimlessly onto the wet green-grass, she didn’t even feel how wet it was. She angrily begun rolling over and over the wet green-grass, screaming repeatedly loud in tears: Answer me? W-why me? Why? Why me of all people in this world.

When she reached the pavement, she stopped rolling, and she just slept onto her back starring at the stars. But her mind was far away from where she was trying to figure out why her life turned out the way it did. Jeanne then begun comparing the lives of solders she fixes and they get returned back to war without having to return back to their loved ones, with that of her husband’s life that didn’t differ that much. She continued thinking into deep about her situation that seemed like that of soldiers wives’ and the experiences they undergo through each time their husbands get sent off to missions of sparing own lives and that of people they don’t even know of in a life battle of die hard trying or survive and get back to your family or loved ones. She was a very smart and intelligent woman, but she couldn’t comprehend she was being played by the organization she was working for. She even thought about how many families of those who were heading to the moon that day, hugged with their families they were leaving behind. But when it came to her husband, he didn’t seem like someone who was leaving a family behind. He looked so lost, lonely and sad like someone who had no people to care about him. He didn’t even seem sad or even shade a single drop of tears like other astronauts did when they were leaving their loved ones behind on such a sentimental moment. She looked at him, but he wasn’t bother about what was going on at all. She kept on questioning herself: Maybe he was too nervous to show his feelings, because he had just woke up from a comer? But all she thought about was awfully wrong because she didn’t know it was someone else’s memory that was switched in her husband’s body to boost the idea of covering a mission that needed to be accomplished. She recalled the look he had on his face, that made him to look like a television set that was being controlled on a remote control system, whereby, the controller could chose what they wanted him to do, but he didn’t have that freedom of choosing what he wanted to do as him and according to how he was behaving. She remembered the day her husband returned from space, they were all waiting for him which he wasn’t expecting at all because he didn’t even know there was a family of his, but as soon as his family saw him they thought he will be happy see them too and as a father would have been after being far a part from his family. Jeanne became played the moment she became blind folded, into thinking her husband was going to return as the same man he used to be before the accident. She just didn’t know the army kept a top secret from her. They didn’t tell her what exactly was going with her husband, and neither give him his memory back since it wasn’t written anywhere in the contract she. His mind was absolutely empty to an extent of forget who Jeanne was. And neither did she know his memory was only programmed to serve as an astronaut, but not to love again. Thus, the return of her husband added nothing special to her life other than breaking her heart even more than it was to add more misery and pain into her life.

She eventually got up from the ground and she wandered around in a state of utter dejection. She was not aware of such kind of pain that happened suddenly, according to what she was expecting from all the happiness she anticipated, because she very well knew desired to be in good, good loving with the man who was her best friend. And as hopeful as Jeanne was, she thought her husband’s home coming from his long-time dream will restore their happiness and unburdened love once again in her marriage, the kind of love that could make her heart dance without remorse when the reason was love pounding her heart like a six thousand watts disco speaker. She just couldn’t imagine her life without him, because he knew how to hold her closer without having to fake feelings, their connection was unpredictable, therefore, Jeanne’s life was nothing without her soul mate. Her husband’s arms were one of her favourite because he knew how to hold her gently and hug her tight during her best and worst moments. Someone she could talk to and listen without judging or jumping to conclusions, until when her husband’s memory loss becomes the worst nightmare she had to live with until when things get back to normal, as something that was a bit doubtful. His life was more likely to become unworkable for everyone who was caring for him because of his situation that didn’t seem hopeful like for any other patients but if it was to happen for him to recover his memory back, then that would be a huge miracle from God. His accident was never recovered from because those who did receive such kinds of accidents could pass via without returning forever. While every one wished for a miracle to happen after noticing that his survival was on a lower percentage that was bellow the normal percent. But that didn’t stop her hopes from flowing because she knew her man was someone who was very strong to over come anything that came his way. And that’s why she prayed all prayers possibly she could since she was a daughter of Christ until when she reached a time when she felt like her prayers could might have not worked at a certain point. Jeanne was a doctor but on such an occasion, she felt doctor-less because his condition was way out of her control according to how she predicted his conditions how long they had to last. However she never gave up on him like those other women who come to a man’s life chasing after his worth in pockets but the fact that she was handily married to her poor venerable husband who wasn’t able to remember anything at all neither his own names or the names of their kids. Although his dream of going to the moon without a jacket became a reality but as always everything comes with a reason and the fact that you can’t have both things at the same time she felt at that point that all that was true. And while she was alone in her own space standing outside in the field of windflowers silently shading tears of pain under the heat of the burning sun that turned her face to red. Through the window glass he spotted Jeanne whipping her tears, and he definitely knew she was silently crying. He then walked out heading in the same direction she was, and as soon as he reached her he asked: What’s wrong?

Do I look like something is wrong with me? She rushed her reply with anguish.

You should lie to me. I saw you crying while I was standing by the window. He added like someone who wasn’t too convinced with her reply.

I’m doing just fine you don’t have to worry about me. I’m just out here trying to be me without being judged. Jeanne reapplied, but however much she tried explaining herself to him about what was actually going on in her life that instant; she was like someone who was washing clothes while dumping them in mad and washing them repeatedly. For the fact that, he wasn’t able to understand her reasons to why she was standing by herself under a shaft of sunlight that was able to boil a kettle of water within just seconds.

She looked at him and she immediately concluded it was a waste of time, regardless of his condition and how his brain that was clearly whipped, and the fact that he wasn’t capable of understanding the way she was feeling at that moment. And however much she felt anguish for what was going on, afterwards she felt a bit better for the fact that he came and asked her what was going wrong. Therefore only that encouraged her to persist even harder than she had to in order for her husband to get better. Gently she whipped her tears and immediately she wore a fake smile on her face pretending like everything was ok, when she was deeply burning inside however much she tried covering the truth from him, nothing was really changing or getting any better apart from her melting down each day that passed by. But on the other hand, it was beneficial for her to hide the truth from him until when his condition showed signs of improvement. The army’s happiness became Jeanne’s discomfort; they finally felt contented after finding someone else’s body to rest their fallen soldier’s memories into after when they switched their minds, they didn’t even care about her children who grew up without a father figure to guide them through life. They only knew their mother as their everything because she was the only person they grew up seeing all the time, she could go and look after her husband then she came back to ensure her children were doing just fine without a father. When Jeanne was so stressed about her husband’s memory lose, she thought of something that could help her forget all about the worries and the consequences that came along with over thinking and one day while she was sat down with her kids after having dinner. Her daughter walked in her shoes trying to model for her mother, and that’s when Jeanne thought of something, she used to love doing while she was still young but she didn’t get a chance of doing it because of a certain unexplained reasons and that’s when she came up with an idea of starting up a fashion boutique. And ever since conflicts begun on the day Jeanne opened up a well off big designer boutique which was specializing in both men and women’s clothes but, the biggest number of production was for men who used to come to the shop every Saturday because of her beautiful daughter and no matter which back ground Rich or famous they all loved the way she used to be friendly to every customer who could walk into the shop, and as a result all men would definitely come back for more shopping because of Jeanne’s daughter who had sparkling attractive eyes. Out of the blue, anonymous women had begun threatening Jeanne’s daughter, and some wanted to even smack the hell out of her for no reason. And on a quiet day a bitch walked into Jeanne’s shop and she seriously started arguing with Jeanne’s daughter, saying: "Hey the most beautiful young beautiful lady in town?

Are you talking to me? She asked the stranger in confusion.

Yeah! Now pay extra attention to what I’m about to say, and listen very carefully. If I ever see you with my, or near my man I will cut your breasts into small pieces and feed them to my bull dogs and that pretty face of yours off without remorse. Therefore, I’m warning you in advance never to even think about him at all. Let me hope you’ve heard me clearly. The crazy woman added.

Yes mom. Hahaha. She replied and busted into laughter for how funny the crazy bitches lines she used were.

Yeah, that’s right keep laughing it might be the last smile you will have. The crazy bitch yelled.

Where are you getting all these stupid ideas from woman? She asked the crazy bitch.

Because my man spoke about you multiple times, during dinner last night and that’s why I’m here to warn you.

That seems like your problem not mine. Jeanne’s daughter replied.

It better be. The Crazy bitch added, and she walked back to her car and drove off.

Jeanne’s daughter was a very simple young princess who didn’t take the bitch’s words that serous, because she even didn’t know who the worried thirsty bitch was talking about. Therefore, after when the lady left, she just continued with her chows like nothing has even happened. Jeanne’s daughter was a very beautiful young princess whom men couldn’t resist setting their eyes on, but that didn’t mean she was falling for all that and in and on this became more of a habit for every man who stepped a foot into the boutique. It became something that was more than a men’s habit when a new shop opens in town with a very beautiful lady behind the counter, they even shop the unexpected to be honest and therefore as a sure deal the shop by all means would expect there sales to rise higher, with the sponsorship from men’s wallets. Even when she had just learnt how to walk at the age of two, Jeanne’s daughter used to take her mother’s shoes and walked in them the all day in the house and to take them off her it would have been the police maybe to scare her with a gun but nothing else would to an extent that, even when it was time for bed, she used cry each time Jeanne talked about that issue, but as another she always found a distraction to overlap her attention off the shoes she was wearing. And very early in the morning, as soon as Jeanne’s daughter woke up from bed and her first thing was to look for her mother’s shoes before having breakfast. Therefore, her love for shoes came within, during her childhood, she was indeed a pretty lady who started college when almost the entire batch of boys at college wanted to be her men but her heart wasn’t even thinking of having a relationship at that age. No matter how many words men said, she wasn’t that attentive to their words neither actions because her heart was in love with something else that she felt could do wonders for her. She was a young princess whom her mother loved with all her heart because during her childhood acts all reminded her of whom she was at her daughter’s age, even the love for shoes all came from her mother because at her age she also wanted to open up a big designer shop one day not until when she did it during the struggles she had and after having her children. Her love for the shoes was very real and came within the family and what she started doing when she was helping her mother in her shop. McQueen was beautiful, not like these chicks in journals or magazines with fake boobs, bums and figure nails. Her beauty was a reflection that sparkled in her blue big eyes each time she expressed her thoughts about a particular product she loved most while in the boutique, or out side the business for the love of fashion she had. She was beautiful with her authoritative ability to formulate a smile on every man’s face most especially when their days became ugly and shallow at work than their wives did. Tracy’s heart wasn’t something as temporary as her looks and the beautiful smile she wore every time. But men didn’t know that her love was deep down to her soul for something different from what they thought she was. And everyday on her way to and from school, Tracy used to window shop in malls on a daily basis on her way from college because of the love she had for shoes that was more than anything else in her life, therefore, on a daily basis she used to windows shop and sometimes she could enter inside the shops and look at the shoes but of all things, she always wished for one good moment to come when she so can own pairs of shoes. Tracy’s window shopping boosted her love, motivation and the way she felt about shoes, but with her obsession she couldn’t spend a single day without visiting the malls. Which became her biggest hobby; she couldn’t spend a day without putting it in practice. She always never forgot window shopping which was her main hobby during her free time, until when she was on her way back home in a train, she picked up a news paper which on top of the seat were she sat and as soon as she got hold on to the blah, blah news paper was an article about women in general concerning about being stylish and underneath that article was a well written modelling advert from a blah, blah agency desperately in search of good looking beautiful young women to join their modelling team.

We urgently need models and if you’re interested in becoming a model please call this blah, blah number and we will let you know what to do next. And those were the words on the advert she read out loud inside her mind.

She wasn’t with a mobile phone either at the age of twelve, her mother didn’t want her to face the world too soon at that age because she was scared, she might be hurt when she was still young and while she was still fresh for a start of bad opportunities while good opportunities where in plenty a head of her life with patience. But it wasn’t because her mother never trusted her nope, it’s was a mother just being protective against dirty minds and heartless ruthless men never to come closer to her little charming princess at a very toddlers age. She then thought of many things that could help her to enter into this modelling agency until when she came up with an idea that wasn’t going to chop her money off her bank account. When she reached home her mother was very busy inside the kitchen preparing dinner for her family and the little mummy’s princess went straight into mummy’s purse deep down her make up and other stuff that were inside the bag and she took out her mother’s mobile phone, the good thing it was on contract therefore she wouldn’t notice that someone had used her credit but the bad thing was she never asked for permission from her mother to use her mobile for and this didn’t mean, little princess was not respectful but because she was doubtful hundred percent that her mother wasn’t going to lend her mobile phone to call a blah, blah modelling agency hell no. Quickly she took off outside with her mother’s mobile phone and she called the number she got from the advert, before her mother got out of the kitchen, ring, ring, ring it took half an hour before they picked and as soon as they picked it, she rumbled: Good afternoon blah, blah modelling agency.

I’m Tracy enquiring about a position as a model with your blah, blah agency re guarding the advert you dropped earlier on in one of the blah, blah news papers and how do I join your blah, blah modelling agency? Tracy summarized her inquisitiveness with a question at the end.

Hi, Tracy you’re speaking to Tina who will serve as your modelling consultant for now and what’s your availability tomorrow? Tina the modelling consultant asked Tracy.

Tomorrow I’m absolutely free. Tracy replied.

Ok, that sounds interesting, now all you need to do is pay 50-pounds as your deposit for the interview sweet heart and keep in mind that this money will be refunded back to you once you attend the interview but if you don’t we will charge you another extra 50 pounds. Tina added.

Sure! When do you like me to pay the fee Tina? Tracy McQueen asked.

I can credit your debit card now if you have one sweetheart, it won’t take that long, just a few minutes and in done with it. Tina said.

Oh, really, give me a sec. Tracy said.

She suspended the call and went to her purse for her debit card but still her mom was busy in the kitchen cooking and as soon as she took out her bankcard from the purse, she came back outside the house and called the agency again. Ring, ring the phone rang only twice and Tina the modelling agent picked the phone: Hello, its Tina your modelling consultant speaking, how may I help you. Tina said.

Hello Tina, it’s me Tracy calling again to read you my bank details so that I book on quickly for my interview and if we can do it so fast, that will be grate because I really have no time on my hands. Tracy said.

Oh Tracy, I’m glad your back but as I said the process won’t take long trust me when my finger tips are on set to go and now start reading me your card details sweetheart. Tina the modelling agent added. And Tracy started reading her card details out loud without having any problems with the issue…(4500000000000) plus the security codes (123), until when she finished and hang up the phone until further notice from the agency, after her interview with the modelling agency’s photo studio. Tracy was very happy because she knew something was about to happen really soon and quickly and with all her excitement, she then deleted the modelling agency number from her mother’s mobile phone not to be caught for using it with Jeanne’s permission and after she then took the mobile phone back inside her mother’s purse. Afterwards she then went straight to her bedroom and changed her uniform, but before stripping off her uniform, she sat on her bed and she started figuring out which boutique will be the first on her list for her to enter and start shopping her favourite shoes as soon as she starts earning money from her new up coming career modelling which was worth £800 per day, according to her estimation and on top of that she was promised to be working daily. She was a woman who fell deeply in love with shoes with all her thoughts and life was all about shoes because she never thought whether anything could even change the way she felt about shoes or the love she had for shoes made her walk mall to mall in search of good looking shoes, although she didn’t have money to buy the shoes that moment but she had her eyes with her all the time that helped her to window shop around each time she moved to the big cities and from her way back home from college. So when the day she was appointed to go for the interview, she prepared herself and went as she was appointed without any delays and when she reached the address that was sent to her via her email address. Tracy asked: Good morning. Can I please speak to Tina my assigned modeling representative?

Oh! Let me have a quick look to see whether she’s around. The reception replied, and he went at the back of the offices pretending like someone who was busy looking for Tina. But the truth was there was no Tina at the studio, the guy went and sat in one of the offices that was around the corner and waited for about ten minutes, then the gentleman came back empty handed neither someone coming after him and broke the bad news to this young lady: Oh I’m so sorry Tina hasn’t arrived yet. However, for the time being you can fill up this form while you await for her to come.

Oh no! That’s not good because she told me, she will be around by this time when I come. Tracy replied, as she took the clipboard out of her hand and she immediately started filling in all requirements bit by bit. And within just a few countable minutes, she was already done with filling up the form.

She then walked back to the counter and she handed the form that was attached to the clipboard back to the receptionist. She then turned around and she walked back to where she was sat during the time when she was feeling up the form. And as she was just about to reach the seats, she then turned around and she asked the receptionist with a perplexed expression: So…What’s next?

Well! Just remain sat comfortably on that couch over to the left, until when the person your waiting for is available to see you. It shouldn’t be so long before she gets here. The receptionist replied, and she remained staring at Tracy to see what her next response was going to be, that she had to even pose on what she was doing.

What’s the exact estimated time for her arrival? Tracy curiously asked the receptionist again.

Well! It could be any moment from now. The receptionist added, and without giving Tracy who seemed very eager to know about the boss’s arriving time, another chance of asking any further questions. He just went back to what he was found doing, and without having to hesitate, Tracy also walked back to where she was while filling up a form she was holding on the folder, where she quietly sat down without having to ask any more questions. On sitting down, she looked underneath the table that was in front of the couch she was about to sit onto. And there were a batch of magazines gossiping about the fashion industry that she picked up all and went through one by one to kill time, that she even got bored of reading about other model’s told stories that were in the magazines she wasn’t represented. She then went through the mobile phone she had to share with her beloved mother, and she checked worth a thousand emails she hadn’t scrutinized for months, including checking up on those friends she hadn’t spoke to for years. Time went on really fast while Tracy was still patiently waiting for what’s coming next. She reached a certain moment of time where she became fade up of having to wait for the person who wasn’t good at keeping time.

She angrily stood off the couch and as she was about to walk out of the door never to bee seen again, a skinny tall lady who was quite good at smiling rushed in at the same time as she was planning to leave. On entering inside, the skinny lady started by dusting her shoes on the door matt. And after a few minutes passed, the reception also walked towards the skinny smiley lady and he started briefing her with the schedule. The skinny tall smiley lady then walked towards where Tracy was and she said: I’m really sorry for keeping you waiting for such a very long time. I believe you’re Tracy. Right?

You guest right mum. Tracy angrily replied.

I hate being the one to break the bad news to someone who has been waiting for so long. So, on behalf of my boss ‘who’s running late because of a heavy traffic this morning?’ I will be delighted to get you started as we both wait for her arrival. Let me hope your cool with that? The lady added.

Absolutely. It’s better than nothing. Otherwise, I was just about to head out. Tracy replied back, and she slowly followed the footsteps of the skinny smiley lady towards the direction in which she was heading. When they reached a certain room. The tall smiley lady knocked on the door twice and they both entered inside.

On reaching inside the room, there were big photography cameras Tracy had never seen before in real life other than on her mother’s television at home. And as she was looking around like a fresh village girl who hadn’t been to the city before, the smiley lady looked at her and she said: Please follow me to the first floor where I will quickly do some make up on you, and then we will come back down for your photo shot?

"I thought I was going to be interviewed first? Tracy asked the skinny smiley lady.

Well! Things operate differently around here. We just want to see if you’re confident in front of the camera before we can even offer you the job, then basing on how confident you’re in front of the camera. We will then consider offering you a job or take everything from there. The skinny smiley lady replied to Tracy’s question.

Wow! That’s something new to my ears. Tracy replied effortlessly, and very shortly they both went upstairs and the make up artist quickly fixed her face without being problematic.

Tracy’s face had a smooth layer that the make up artist didn’t spend much time on fixing it, therefore within just a few countable minutes Tracy was glittering brighter like a diamond. When she finished working on her face, she then brought Tracy back down to where the photography studio was and the make up artist disappeared there and then until when the photographer came in with a Nikon camera around his neck like a goat that was going to the park to eat grass. And without having to say a single word to Tracy, the guy just started organizing where he was going to take the photos from. Tracy came for the job interview with almost her entire wad-robe of clothes, but sadly enough the photographer picked out only four sets of clothes he needed to use. Shortly, when the photographer finished preparing the place where he wanted to take all her photos from, he then directed Tracy to go towards a small created space between the other set of cameras that were on the other side of the room that was curtained with two white big cloths. She had to use as a changing room. But on the other hand, as someone who was very hungry for becoming a professional model, she walked to the changing room that was fakery arranged, where she walked out staining after a few given minutes. On getting back to where the photographer was, she then went and she stood on a white cloth that was properly laid right in between two big cameras and immediately the photographer begun shooting many photos of her as much as he could. The photographer wasn’t someone who talked much because his English wasn’t that awesome since he was from Western Europe and it was his first time to live in London. Tracy was so ready for this, she came prepared with all her poses and the guy did his job to take the pictures as many as he could but when they were nearly finishing with the photo shot he told Tracy: The last set of your photo shot has to be out doors, can we please go out after when you’ve finished selecting the clothes that you feel you want to wear during the outside photo shot.

The photographer said after when they reached outside, and quickly photos of about twenty copies were took without hesitating too, and when they finished they came back in and Tracy parked all her clothes and she went back to the reception where she kept on waiting for the next move. When it was nearly approaching one hour of her waiting, the lady came back and asked Tracy to come with her to Tina’s office and when they reached the office, the lady offered her chair with a very friendly face and that’s when she started showing her all her photos.

You’ve done an impressive job. And everything looks really good, but for now you have to pay £6000 pounds to take all those photos and we will design your own professional webpage after when you clear all payments. So the decision is entirely up to you to decide how you’re willing to in that money. The lady whispered.

‘‘Ooh my God! Do I look like Roger Jenkins one of the most paid capitalists in London, to you?’’ Tracy curiously asked the lady.

No, did I say that? I believe not. It’s all on your photo shot package and in just following what Tina told me to do that’s all. Therefore, here’s the contract for your payment showing the first payment, the second and the last payment. "The lady replied with a very dry humour.

Please go through and when you finish signing then I will discuss your contract as our new model. The lady added. And as soon as she heard that, she signed without reading the paper work but what she didn’t know was this was all lies, these guys used to call people like that and then take money off them in the same way they did to Tracy. When she finished signing, the lady told her: If your ready, you can pay me 50 pounds straightaway and take 3 to 6 photos with you at home, then the rest you will get them once all the payment is cleared. The lady summarized her deal with this poor young lady.

She remained speechless for about twenty minutes beside she replied anything back to this lady who was going out of line and afterwards she have her the debit card and she credited it with more 50 pounds without even adding to what she said and when everything was done and a direct debit to correct all the balance was created, they shakes hands and the poor young woman grabbed her case and walked out of the studio unhappy because that was it really and for the fact that there’s was no interview and all about the modelling agency was all a lie to lot people’s wallets whereas putting other people into budgets they weren’t prepared to have. She looked miserable after when the only money she had in her bank account was snitched by an imposter of an agent within a blink of an eye. She therefore did her best to explain her concern to the lady who wasn’t even available, and as a result she then decided to apply for the modelling career so as to quickly get into a paying job that didn’t have that much paper work to keep her waiting for so long. However, on the other hand she appeared like a fool who was trying to pour a kilogram of sugar in the Red Sea anticipating it was to sweeten the entire seawater inlet of the Indian Ocean, but all in all it was about taking a risk she was expecting to gain from or either way lose from at the end of it all. She was a very smart young woman so what she did, she went straight to a nearby phone box and she called her bank as if her card has been stolen or lost in the streets of London, and the bank as soon as she explained her lose they cancelled the card without asking anyone whether to do it or not. And when everything was done with, she smiled and went home happy that was done with. And that didn’t stop her from searching for more modelling agencies because she knew what she wanted out of it. And when the day, the photo studio lady appointed for the correction of the balance she had to pay the fake modelling agency came, nothing was coming out of Tracy’s account because it was rejected since when she changed her card details. But remember the modelling agent she spoke to from the first time never called back for about four months since when she told her about joining the agency. And surprisingly when the photo studio paycheck bounced more than twice that’s when the modelling agent emailed Tracy with a fills cap of forceful demand for the money before matters go to court. When she looked at the massages she didn’t reply to any of them because it was a waste of breathe, and one day the modelling agent called Tracy’s mother asking for Tracy: Hello can I speak to Tracy?

She might have left her mobile phone behind. Can I take a massage please? Tracy’s mother kindly asked the caller.

And the modelling agent rudely asked, not knowing she was talking to her mother: Who the f****k are you to answer somebody else’s phone?

Bitch! This is my damn phone. Jeanne replied.

Ooh! Sorry I’m her modelling agent and I want to talk to Tracy it’s really agent. The fake modelling agent added.

Which modelling agency do you come from if I may ask? Jeanne asked curiously.

Based on my introduction to you. It’s best if we leave it as it is for now. The fake agent effortlessly replied.

What are you insinuating? Jeanne asked angrily.

I’m not going to reveal my agency to you mom. The fake imposter of an agent replied, felling shamed of how rudely she introduced herself to Tracy’s mom.

When did my daughter start modelling, with your agency if I may ask you such a silly question? Jeanne asked curiously.

Ooh! She never told you? It’s been like five months now, since when she registered with us and we just want to discuss her contract with her that’s all really. The impostor of a modelling agent added.

Ok! She’s at college for now. Call back later on this evening, I believe she will be around waiting for your call. Jeanne said.

And the impostor of a modelling agent, suspend the phone call and everyone went back to his or her own business. But Jeanne remained asking herself when her daughter registered for modelling yet the usually talk about everything that goes on within the house, until when Tracy came back from college and as soon as she reached home, Jeanne asked: When did you register for modelling sweetheart without my concern?

"Ooh! It was last week, and I’ve been so busy with too much course work that I forgot to let you know about it. Did someone from the agency call while I was away? Tracy replied her mom.

Yeah! Someone called earlier on by names of Tina the modelling agent. Jeanne said.

I registered with them a couple of days a go. And after giving them my money, I came to realize there wasn’t any agency. The all idea behind contacting me, is to empty my pockets by forcing me into purchasing more photo from their studio, with an intention of making extra money out me really. Tracy said emotionally.

Of which I’ve never met the lady herself and I’ve never been to her office, apart from the photo studio that charged me 6000 quid as if I was paying for a university degree or a life. Tracy added with tears flowing out of her eyes like a waterfall.

But I’ve learnt a lesson from that and I will try somewhere else until when I become what I want to become. Tracy added while shading a few tears.

Come here my little angel. Jeanne called Tracy and on moving closer to the sofa where she was sat. Jeanne hugged her daughter soothingly to comfort her during the emotional pain she was under going through.

I didn’t know you want to become a model, and since you’ve talked about it then let me call one of my friends I used to model for when I was 5 years. She might help you without any penny spent. Jeanne said.

And because her daughter was so emotional she was crying to an extent of even losing consciousness in the way freeze words. But while she was sat on mummy’s lap, Jeanne called the lady who she thought might help her daughter to enter into modelling without a single penny paid.

Ring; ring…the phone rung until when the lady picked: Hey lady, what a surprise, having your call. The lady Jeanne called said.

Hey, nothing really, busy, busy and the kids as you know it. Jeanne replied.

So what’s new? There must be something hot, for you to call me at this time. the lady added.

Sure! My daughter what’s to join your modelling agency and I thought of you as our first priority. Jeanne replied.

Ok! Tell her to come down to my office, first thing tomorrow morning before heading out for the meeting I have booked at 10am. Let me hope she’s good as you were before giving up on such a good talent you had going. The lady concluded and wished them a lively day. Tracy was indeed happy after hearing the good news that fell right into her ears since she was sat on her mummies lap while she spoke to the lady on the phone. And afterwards Tracy walked to her room and prepared what she had to wear to meet her mother’s friend who wished her a job as a model to enhance her career. She was very happy after the good news therefore, she had to make sure she wore something attractive to impress the lady who promised to offer her the job she desired. From that moment, time passed by and before she knew it was 5am in the morning. She then woke up and prepared, but funny enough during the entire night she kept waking up, and as a result she slept less because of the excitement she had after a long wait into entering the modelling career. But on the other hand she had nothing to do accept to go and meet the lady as promised last evening, quickly she dressed and grabbed something to eat while on the run and she jumped on the first train to the address of appointed. Usually the first morning trains don’t stop that much and within an hour Tracy was at the address standing outside the entrance while waiting for the lady to come and see her and when it was a bout 7am sharp while she was still waiting for the office to be opened, that’s when the one of the key holders showed up and opened the office and without no delays on which was a very cold morning both entered inside.

Good morning. I’m Tracy and I’m here to see your manager, she wants to see me. Jeanne said first.

Oh sorry! Good morning Tracy, that is ok, she will be here at 8am and absolutely she will see you, I’m Grace and I work as a modelling agent at the agency. Grace replied.

Oh really? That sounds pretty awesome and for how long have you been working with the agency. Tracy asked.

It’s been, seven years now since when I joined the agency although it was hustle to get in here since this is the most valuable modelling agency with one of the best modelling starts of all times and my boss she an amazing lady to work with. Grace replied.

Oh! That is really cool. Tracy replied, and they entered inside the office.

Shortly within a few minutes of her settling down in one of the waiting seats, the boss was outside parking her car to enter inside as she promised the passionate Tracy too. Therefore, as soon as she parked her car, she walked swiftly inside the office and she went straight to her office where she reached and asked Grace one of her employees: Can you please call me the young lady at the reception to come into my office now?

Grace the employee walked back down to the reception and she told Tracy: If you can make your way to the manager’s office which is located on the second floor, straight a head. She’s ready to receive you now. Grace added.

Thank you, so much you have been helpful so far and I’m really appreciative for that. Tracy replied as she walked heading towards the manager’s office, until when she reached the manager’s office and she knocked on her office door three times: Puff, puff, puff.

Come in the door is open. The manager replied gently.

Ooh my God! Look at you. The manager alleged while she was getting up from her seat. And when she came closer next to Tracy McQueen, they shock hands, then after she made her to turn around in circles whereas holding her hand like a bale dancer.

Wow! You’ve grown up into a big girl now. I don’t even think you still remember me? Because you were still very young when I last saw you. The manager replied.

Please take a seat. The boss lady with much bigger balls applied.

Oh! Kind of you. Tracy replied, as she silently sat down on the chair that was in front of the desk in which the lady boss was sat behind a gigantic principal look a like wooden table.

And as soon as she comfortably sat her small ass down, the lady boss asked Tracy: Would you like a cup of tea or a biscuit, before we go any further? The boss lady asked curiously.

Not really! Tracy easily replied.

And the boss lady curiously asked: Why is that?

Because I’ve just finished eating a healthy and heavy loaded breakfast a couple of minutes ago. Besides, I’m too exited about such an opportunity to join an outstanding modelling agency, to even feel hungry. Tracy replied happily.

That’s ok. Your mom recommended you to us that, you will be a useful and valuable asset to the agency and fir that reason, I should employ you without having to rethink it through. But to be honest the way you’ve come here, is the same way your mom came in here years ago. Although, her case was different that she was connected by a friend’s friend and she actually surprised us. Her performance was unprecedented. The lady boss said.

Wow! She has never told me about her modeling career before? Tracy added.

Now have you applied with any other modelling agency before coming here please? The lady asked curiously.

I wouldn’t say I didn’t register with any agency before coming here, that’s would be a lie, because the other agency I registered with was so fake to an extent that they we’re not real and straight forward with what they do exactly but they managed to take a little of my money not until when I managed to run as fast as I could for help. And here I’m in front of you now. Tracy replied to the question so passionately.

The lady boss looked at and she reminded her of Jeanne, and shortly she told Tracy the same words she told her mother, saying: If you come across a modelling that’s real like us. We don’t ask for money because we know you’re also looking forward to earn money and in this case we take you on just like that.

That’s a good thing to hear you say. If I heard it from a mere employee I would have thought it’s a scam. Tracy said.

I wouldn’t be so surprised, because before I became what you see of me. I came across many scammers. But the realest thing with us is that, we have an inside photo studio that will create a perfect portfolio suited to your needs. Because of your enthusiasm towards your career as a model. The boss lady added.

At this point, I will take you on board. But for now please go down stairs and have photos of you taken before we can take this further, just act you don’t be frightened. The boss lady added.

‘‘Oh, thank you so much. I can’t really express how I feel about this offer, but I’m really grateful for this. Thank you once again.’’ Tracy replied smilingly.

She was thrilled by the offer, for the fact that it was the opportunity she was waiting for quite long time, and now it had finally started falling into her direction. She happily walked down quickly as the boss lady directed her to. And as soon as she reached down and sat on one of the chairs the photographer arrived as well and he started taking photos of her without any delays. He posses in so many ways and the guy did his job and took as many photos as he could until when he finalized and sent her back to the boss lady’s office. And while Tracy was on the move to the boss lady’s office, the photographer emailed all her photos to the boss lady for confirmation, whereby, when Tracy reached the boss lady’s office, the lady was going through her photos to see how good she will be and how she will benefit the agency. Therefore, the boss lady found out that Tracy will make a very good product towards the agency’s reputation for the good they’re and within her career as a model. And as soon as Tracy entered inside the office she started with congratulating her straight away: I’m pleased to announce as one of us now. And as so far as I can tell, all you’re left with is to only feel up a couple of forms to prove that you agree with our simple terms. And on the other hand you don’t have to worry about feeling up the application forms, because you’ve been recommended by your mom.

Oh my God. I have truly lost the words, because I’ve somehow failed to express exactly how I truly feel inside me right now, and how pleased I’m for such an outstanding opportunity. Tracy replied.

You better be here on time next week? The boss lady added.

Of course! It’s a must. Tracy replied.

‘‘Well come aboard once again." The boss lady added with confidence. Tracy became all emotional and speechless, and for that reason, she begun shading tears of joy because this was too much for her and since it was her dream, of which she had worked so much to reach on such an occasion like that. Very speechless, she smiled without a single word coming out of her mouth and she looked as if she was in the middle of no where, and when the boss lady looked at her, she knew and understood how the young lady was feeling. And that when the boss lady stood up from her seat and came next to her and they hugged for nearly half an hour, it was a moment of joy for Tracy which no one could understand that moment apart from someone who as ever been in the exact same situation and that’s why the boss lady stood up and came around to hug the young lady because she was once like her during her age or before when she started something of a kind. And right after hugging, Tracy sat back down and started filling in the two forms that were given her by the boos lady, without no hesitation, until when she finished filling up the paper work and handed everything to the boss lady who received them with two hands and told her to go home.

She happily walked out of the office with a big smile on her face, and she went straight at home. She found her mother’s car still parked outside and she knew Jeanne hadn’t left for work. She therefore walked inside the house, barely catching her breath, and she breathlessly hugged her mother while saying: Thank…you…for…being such a great mother.

Awwww! That’s sweet of you to say. Jeanne replied speechlessly.

I’m truly grateful and blessed to be your daughter. Jeanne’s daughter replied.

Come on child! Tell me what has happened. Do you have some great news to share with me? Jeanne asked curiously.

Oh! Yeah it’s absolutely great news I’ve got to share with you my sweet mother. Tracy relied as she was still barely catching her breath.

Please don’t leave onto the hock for so long. You’ve got to tell me right away what it is you’ve got to share with me. Jeanne replied.

So! Guess what? The boss lady you spoke too the day before yesterday, rung me earlier on yesterday and she asked me to pop into her office today. Tracy narrated half of what she had to share with her mother.

So tell me! Did she accept you? Jeanne asked only to clarify if what her daughter was saying was solid.

Yes off course. She has accepted me to be part of her lovely team, and as we speak I’m already assigned with a task first thing in the morning." Tracy said.

"Oh! That’s stunning. When do you start? Jeanne asked curiously once again.

Next week she said, because that’s when my contract starts and would you like to see my breath talking photographs. They’re unbelievable, but true. At last I’ve come to what I’ve always wanted to have in my life. Tracy replied.

As you can see. You found me right in the middle of doing something. Don’t take me wrong, but I honestly don’t have time on my hands right now but if you can do it fast then, please send them to my flash disc and I will check them when I get into my office. Jeanne said amusingly, while Tracy was rapidly loading images onto her memory flash disc without any further delays. Whereby, as soon as she finalized with what she was doing, her daughter was already done with transferring all photos to her memory flash disc. And very shortly right after preparing herself to go out of the house, her daughter was also ready and steady to hand over the flash disc. On handing it to Jeanne, she just smiled and took the flash disc out of Tracy’s hands and she straightaway walked heading towards her car while dialing a certain number on her mobile phone. Therefore, on reaching the car, Jeanne sat inside and she immediately rung a number