AN: Just to be clear, not adding any more girls to the harem. And I've heard the problem some of you told me in the comments. So, in the upcoming chapters, I'll try to improve on the part of Alex spending time with other male friends from the industry. Maybe a joint with Snoop. šš
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[New Titan HQ] [Alex's Office]
The model section of Titan Studios had always been Alex's pet project. He hated watching promising faces get chewed up and spit out by Hollywood's darker corners. The dream was brutal, and most never stood a chance unless someone gave them a hand. So he did.
That morning, Alex leaned back in his chair, reviewing the dossiers of four fresh talents. Each one had been flown in from New York to Los Angeles. And they were handpicked by him. Most of them would have turned to the porno industry, failing to get a break, and Megan would have ruined her natural beauty, but not if he could help it. Well, this was just the first step.
Angela White ā Age 21.
She had been sitting in her tiny Brooklyn apartment when the letter came. The envelope bore the Titan seal, black and gold, so out of place against the stack of unpaid bills on her counter. At first she thought it was a scam. The week before, she had nearly signed a contract with an adult agency that kept circling her like sharks. Everyone wanted her curves, her GG chest, her body on display. Nobody cared about her dreams. But when she opened the letter and read Alex Wilson's name, her hands shook. For the first time in months, she felt a way out.
April O'Neil ā Age 20.
She was wiping down a Starbucks counter after a long shift when her manager slid the envelope toward her. "Came in the mail for you," he said with a shrug. Her green apron was stained with coffee, her feet ached, and she had already convinced herself that her modelling dream was dead. Her debut was great, but after that, she didn't get many offers since she refused to sleep with an investor. And the usual financial struggles made her think of becoming a cam model to earn some quick cash. But the letter proved her wrong. Alex's agent had spotted her weeks earlier, lingering in line at the very same cafƩ. She remembered the strange spark of interest in his eyes. She opened the letter with trembling fingers right there in the back room, ignoring the hiss of the espresso machine. By the time she finished reading, she had to sit down.
Bobbi Starr ā Age 23.
The letter arrived while she was lacing up her shoes in a cramped dressing room. She had just finished another exhausting gig as a backup dancer, sweat still clinging to her skin. The manager had pulled her aside earlier that day, pushing her toward a role as a stripper in some low-budget film. "It's work," he had told her. Work that would cheapen her name before she even had one. Then came Titan's letter, slid under the door like fate. Bobbi read it twice, then three times, her pulse racing. Someone saw her not as an extra, not as background noise, but as someone with potential. She took the offer without a second thought.
Megan Fox ā Age 18.
Young, hungry, and nearly broken. She had been bouncing from casting call to casting call, every time leaving with a hollow "we'll call you." She played nameless girls in three movies already. No lines, no credit. Just a pretty face filling space. When Titan's letter came, she was in her bedroom, sitting cross-legged on the floor with her cat asleep beside her. She opened it slowly, expecting another rejection. Instead, her eyes widened as she realized what it meant. Titan wanted her. Not as an extra. But as a model. As someone worth investing in. She clutched the letter to her chest and laughed until her cat startled awake.
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Back at Titan HQ, Alex closed each file. [Rachel was busy with Caroline's father's case. So, she took some time off.]
The intercom buzzed. The assistant outside informed him. "Mr. Wilson, the new models are here."
Alex leaned forward, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Alright, send in Angela White first."
Angela White entered the office, the black and white suit hugging her frame in a way that still looked professional but couldn't hide her curves.
Alex pointed at the chair across from his desk.
"Take a seat."
She nodded quickly and sat, folding her hands in her lap. Her eyes darted around the office for a moment before locking on Alex again. His presence was overwhelming.Ā
'I'm so nervous. Don't say anything stupid,' She thought while fidgeting with her fingers.
Alex leaned back in his chair, studying her for a moment before speaking. "So. Angela White. Twenty-one. Brooklyn girl. Tell me. What are your dreams?"
Her breath caught a little at the question. "Dreams?"
"Yes," Alex said, his voice calm, almost clinical. "Not what people tell you to settle for. Your dream. What do you see when you close your eyes and imagine the life you want?"
Angela took a small breath. "My dreamā¦ is to model, yes. But more than that, I want to prove I can be more than just my body. People haveā¦ certain expectations when they look at me. They don't see a person, they see parts. I want to change that. I want to be more."
Alex's expression softened just a touch. "That's a good answer. But wanting it isn't enough. Modeling is brutal. Competition, rejection, gossip, exploitation. It'll try to break you every step of the way. Even if you achieve success and step into acting, it's even more brutal. So I'll ask again. How hard are you willing to work?"
Her heart raced. 'As hard as it takes. Anything. Even if I have to sleep with him, I will. Who wouldn't? He's Alex Wilson. The top brass of Hollywood. The golden boy. One of the richest men in the world. If that's the price of success, I'll pay it.'
Her fingers twitched against the edge of her jacket. Slowly, hesitantly, she began to slide the button loose, her eyes lowering.
Alex raised his hand, his expression shifting into bafflement. "Whoa. What the hell are you doing?"
Angela froze mid-motion, her jacket half-open, confusion clouding her face. "You saidā¦ how hard am I willing to work. I thoughtā¦" She trailed off, embarrassment creeping in. "I thought you meantā¦"
For a second the silence hung heavy, then Alex blinked, realization dawning, and let out a short incredulous laugh. "Work doesn't mean stripping down in my office. This isn't that kind of studio."
Angela's cheeks burned crimson. "Oh God, Iā¦ I thoughtā¦"
"God, why does everyone think that whenever I do auditions?" Alex said, shaking his head, still amused despite himself. "I meant sweat, discipline, sacrifice. Notā¦ whatever you just tried."
Angela buried her face in her hands with a groan. "This is the most humiliating moment of my life."
"Haaa... Just fix your clothes," He said.
There was a moment of pause as she fixed her clothes.
"I want hard work," Alex said simply. "Commitment. If you can give me that, I'll give you an opportunity. Fair trade, don't you think?"
Angela nodded, still a little flustered, but now smiling faintly. "Yes. Absolutely."
"Good," Alex replied. "Then we'll see if you have what it takes."
Alex opened a side drawer in his sleek mahogany desk and pulled out a folder, sliding it across to Angela with a soft motion. The folder was thick, held together by a simple clip, the type of document that made its contents feel weighty.
"Here's the deal," Alex said calmly, watching Angela's face as she picked up the folder and opened it carefully. "Two-year contract. You'll be one of Titan's exclusive models. That means you won't work for anyone else during that time. In exchange, you get stability. A monthly income of fifty grand to start, a studio car, and medical insurance. The kind of safety net most models dream of."
Angela's fingers trembled slightly as she flipped through the pages. Her eyes widened with each line she read.
Two-year contract.
Fifty thousand a month.
A car.
Medical insurance.
Exclusive to Titan.
Her heart raced as the numbers and promises soaked in. This was huge. It was a lifeline for someone in her situation. Her whole life could change, and it could happen immediately.
But as her eyes scanned further, she paused on one line. "No drugs or controversies. Must have clean records. Failure to do so will result in immediate termination."
She looked up at Alex, a hesitant frown on her face. "Wait, no controversies? You mean, like, no... no messing up?" she asked, feeling a sudden weight in her stomach. The idea of clean felt both freeing and terrifying.
Alex's expression remained neutral, but his voice had an edge of seriousness. "Exactly. No scandal, no drama, no public messes. Working with us means you're one of the faces of Titan. You're walking the line now. If you want this kind of opportunity, you need to keep your image pristine."
Angela swallowed hard, the weight of it all settling in. She thought back to her time in Brooklyn, struggling to pay rent and fighting off the temptations of a quicker, more dangerous path. She had wanted an escape from that lifeāan escape from being seen only for her body, for her curves. This was a chance at something better.
But she had to play it right. No slip-ups. No distractions.
Her fingers gently traced the edges of the paper. She could feel the potential in every word. Fifty thousand a month. A car. Health insurance.
And then there was the final line: First gig: Spider-Woman cosplay at Titan's Comic Con in March.
The excitement bubbled up in her chest. That was a huge opportunity with exposure like no other. But then it hit her.
"Spider-Woman?" she asked, almost laughing with disbelief. "You want me to cosplay Spider-Woman?"
Alex's lips twitched, amused. "I do. You'll need to familiarize yourself with the character. It's a good fit for you, trust me. Strong, confident, and you get to show off more than just your body. It's a way to introduce you to the world."
Angela's brain spun with all the possibilitiesāthis was more than just modeling. This was a platform. It was the launch she had been waiting for.
She looked up at him again, her fingers still gripping the contract as if it might disappear if she let go. "This... this is too good to be true."
His smile grew. "Not if you've got what it takes. All you have to do is stay focused, stay clean, and put in the work. If you do that, you'll have a future here. And trust me, it'll be a big one. Besides, as I said before, it'll be a brutal competition. I am also investing in three other models. Depending on the performances, I'll cast one in my upcoming movie. So, give it your all."
'If I can somehow get that movie chance...' She thought.
"A chance in your movie?" She asked, surprised.
"Yes. I launch new artists from time to time, and I have a couple of movies in the works. So, do your best if you want a spot," He said, looking into her eyes.Ā
"I'll do it," she said, her voice steady now, determination creeping in. "I'll take the contract."
Alex's expression softened, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. "Good. I think you're going to do great things here. Now, take a look at the rest of the details. There's a lot to get started on, but don't worry, we'll guide you every step of the way."
Angela nodded and began reading the contract more thoroughly. She could hardly believe this was her new reality. As she skimmed over the last lines, she stopped again.
Her first gigāSpider-Woman at Comic Con.
It seemed like an impossible dream, but here she was. Alex Wilson had given her a chance to prove herself. No more desperation. No more selling out.
Just hard work.
"Alright," she said after a long pause, her voice quiet but firm. "I'm in." She took the pen from the table and signed the papers.
Alex leaned back in his chair. "Welcome to Titan, Angela. Let's make sure the world knows your name."
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