It had been a mistake to let himself forget why he was truly here. Alice Martin was just a tool.
He made his voice clinical and distant. “In your opinion, Alice, which of these sims seems likely to make it to victory?”
“You mean, besides myself?” she said with a laugh. But Vlad didn’t laugh with her.
Her eyes widened. “Oh, you’re serious. Uh okay, kind of rude but–” she muttered under her breath.
Then she squealed. Without realizing it she had backed into another sim who was walking by. A young woman in expensive red dress and gold heels gave a cry of distress and put her hands on her hips.
“Sorry!” Alice cringed.
The woman’s face was a mask of fury but she quickly smoothed it over when she noticed a crew member nearby. “Not to worry. I’m Jimena Lewis.”
Alice gave a nervous laugh and introduced herself. Vlad watched the exchange with interest. He could see the woman sizing Alice up, making note of all her weaknesses. He saw it in her eyes the moment she realized the perfect attack.
“You know Alice, you keep saying you’re a professional baker, one of the best and that I don’t have any chance at winning,” she said loudly. The crew member turned and motioned for a camera.
Jimena cut her off. “But I won’t let you bully the other contestants, Alice. We all deserve to be here, even if we aren’t professionals.”
“Oh, I’m not a…” Alice trailed off when she saw Rory and the camera. Jimena flipped her hair and gave Vlad a wink.
In return, Vlad gave her a smoldering look that he didn’t mean. Jimena was exactly what he needed.
And not at all what I want.
When had his conscience started tricking him into having second thoughts?
“Well! it looks like we’ve found our competitors!” Rory exclaimed. “And what a battle it will be!”
He placed a hand over his lapel, presumably to cover his mic, “You’ve both been invited to final auditions, by the way.”
Rory continued giving them instructions about the contest. Alice was frozen in place, but Jimena was nodding along, wearing a predator’s smile.
“I’m so excited,” she purred, and then lowered her voice. “But what about a judge?”
Rory looked up from the notes he had been examining with the crew member. “You’re right…”
Vlad tamped down everything inside of him that wanted to stand by Alice’s side and encourage her to win the prize.
This is a mistake.
Still, he stepped forward and gave them a wicked smile. “I’ll do it.”
Emotions by SimmerBerlin
MLSC CH11 OFFICE by Princess Paranoia
Emotions 4 by SimmerBerlin