The God of Good Looks by Breanne Mc Ivor

The God of Good Looks by Breanne Mc Ivor

Author:Breanne Mc Ivor
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2023-05-16T00:00:00+00:00


Wed 23 May

I blended up a smoothie for breakfast. Two cups of spinach since I obviously needed the protein.

I texted Carmichael thanking him for last night and apologizing if I seemed upset. I told him that I was angry with Eric and not with him. And I realized that this is the first time I’ve ever really been angry with Eric.

On my drive to work, the morning news played a clip of Eric speaking at a conference his ministry hosted, called Partnerships for Progress. “In order for Trinidad and Tobago to become a developed nation, it is imperative that we all work together,” he said. “I’m calling on all stakeholders: the private sector, the public sector, you—the individual . . .” I stabbed the mute button.

As soon as I got to work, I started on the vision boards. I had an idea for a picture with a woman posed on the street as if shot. Obadiah could use special effects to show blood congealing around her head and leaking in three blotchy lines along the pitch. But her makeup would still stand out. A flashy green eye would be smudged but you would see it’d been expertly applied. I’d done enough of Dante’s classes to know that green eyeshadow would be a contrasting color, making the red blood more brilliant.

When Obadiah came out of his office, he looked surprised to see me at my desk. “Miss Bridge, how are you?”

“Better than ever.”

“I hardly believe that. Can I see you in my office, please?”

I hoped he wasn’t going to try to talk about yesterday. At least we had never discussed the crying after it happened. Not overtly anyway.

I’d worn a camel-colored trench with a belt in the hope that it made me look cool and professional and not like someone who sobbed at the office and swooned at a photoshoot. I crossed my legs at the ankles and hoped Obadiah noticed my chain-embellished heels, another look of a woman in total control.

He didn’t so much as glance down. “Miss Bridge, in light of yesterday’s events, I have a news flash for you: fashion is becoming more inclusive. Brands like Victoria’s Secret are being whipped for subscribing to the notion that the only beautiful woman is a thin one.”

I was grinding my teeth so hard, I’m sure that enamel was sloughing off.

Obadiah looked me straight in the face. His hair crested over his brows and crashed on his cheek. “When I first met you, I thought you would be a spoiled, rich brat who needed taking down a peg or two. Women like you usually are. I thought that if you came in here with your foreign degree and your family connections and your reputation as the modeling It Girl, you would be too stuck up to work with. I made that comment about your weight in Lorelai’s because I wanted to get you on the back foot. I didn’t actually mean it.”

My mouth hung open. I saw my reflection like a shocked circus clown in Obadiah’s desk.



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