"That was pretty fun and exciting!" Lexy floats over Katherine.

"No, it was not."

"Aww, come on, Kathy, you have to admit you're having a little fun."

Katherine stops.

"I'm helping my best friend's spirit find her dead body; this isn't fun at all."

"I... I'm sorry, I forgot—"

"It doesn't matter; now where?"

"The tall building? But how are we going to find a building if we don't know what it is?"

"We do know."

"Huh?"

Katherine takes Maximiliano Du Pont's card out of her pocket; on it is the address of his modelling agency.

"Oh, it's true! Mr. du Pont! He must be one of the last people to see me alive."

"Lexy... I must make something clear; there is a good chance that your death was not an accident."

"What do you mean?"

"You said it yourself; the last thing you experienced was pain, and your last vision was the figure of a man; you were murdered."

"You're not thinking that the janitor..."

"Maybe, maybe not; we still don't know; all the men you had contact with before you died are suspects."

"And even knowing this, you went to school alone?! Kathy, if the janitor found you at that moment..."

"I don't even want to think about it; let's not do it until we have all the evidence; if we find your body, you will remember who is guilty."

Lexy nods eagerly.

"Let's see where this building is..." Katherine looks at the card; it's white and simple, and in black it says, *Rising Star modelling agency*, under the name a number and an address. "It's not that far."

"A couple of blocks from here." Lexy looks over Katherine's shoulder.

The young woman floats over her friend's head, puts her hand over her eyes to block out the rays of the sun, and looks at the horizon.

"I see it!" Lexy points her finger.

Katherine walks forward.

In front of the pair is the huge skyscraper, and Katherine looks at the card.

"Office 806, 8th floor..."

"It's pretty high."

"Mhm." Katherine walks into the lobby.

A soft, masculine voice calls the young woman's attention, and a man behind the counter moves his hand.

"Excuse me, young lady, can I help you?"

Katherine approaches the man and puts the card on the counter.

"I've come to see... Mr. Du Pont."

The man looks at Katherine up and down.

"Oh~, yes, yes, Mr. Du Pont is currently with another model, but you can wait for him outside his office, on the 8th floor, in room 806."

"I know how to read; it's on the card..." Katherine murmurs.

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"Excuse me?"

"Good thing I'm wearing red, if you know what I mean... for the interview." Katherine puts her fingertips together, forces a smile, and winks.

"Oh! Don't worry, you seem to be Mr. Du Pont's type; you won't have any problems with the interview." The man gives Katherine a thumbs up.

"Thank you." The young woman presses the elevator button.

In a few seconds, the automatic doors open in front of Katherine; the young woman enters and press the button with the 8. Katherine waves goodbye while showing her fake smile.

The elevator makes its way to the 8th floor.

"Ugh..."

"You are a natural!"

"Not now, Lexy."

"Why are you so nervous?" Lexy tries to float at the same speed as the elevator.

"Maybe this was a bad idea..."

"Huh?"

"I'm alone, no one knows what I'm doing, and I'm going to confront a possible killer."

"Now that you mention it—"

The door opens, interrupting the conversation.

Katherine looks at Lexy, then they both look down the hall. Katherine swallows saliva and takes a step forward.

"I'm already here; there's no turning back..."

Both advance in silence until they are face to face with the door; on it are the numbers 806.

Katherine sits in a nearby chair; the silence is interrupted by the sound of the door. A young woman walks out of the room, both hands close to her body, an awkward expression on her face. Katherine's gaze meets the girl, and she immediately averts her eyes and rushes to the elevator.

"Next." The voice calls from within the room.

Katherine sighs heavily and walks through the door.

A man looks at some papers on his desk. Katherine recognizes Maximiliano's face.

"Please take a seat." Mr. Du Pont says this without looking at Katherine's face.

The young woman obeys.

"What brings you here?" Du Pont continues to organize his papers.

Katherine remains silent for a few moments before answering.

"A friend recommended this modelling company to me."

Lexy floats behind Du Pont and looks at the papers and several photographs of naked young women. The pain returns to Lexy's head, and Katherine watches out of the corner of her eye as the spirit of her friend writhes in pain.

"Mhm~" Du Pont continues to look at the photographs.

"Yes, in fact, you gave me your card."

"So?"

Katherine lets out a long sigh.

"The name Lexy sounds familiar to you."

Katherine catches Du Pont's eye, and the man looks up, setting the photographs aside.

"And your name is...?"

"Katherine."

"Oh! Katherine! I remember now! Yes... Lexy is a good girl, beautiful, and has a bright future. Are you telling me that she recommended you come?"

"As I said before, you gave us both your cards; I was there."

"Right, right." Du Pont tapped his forehead with his fingers. "My memory is not like before."

"Mhm..."

"So, you're here for the modelling job?" Du Pont rises from his seat and, with his right hand, takes his wooden cane adorned with fine metals; the rings shine on his fingers.

"The shiny hand..." Katherine murmurs.

"You like them?" Du Pont raises his right hand. "If you work with me, you can have this and more; I have several friends on the scene, and I can make you a star."

Du Pont moves behind Katherine and places his hands on the girl's shoulders.

"I can make you famous, the envy of your friends, the brightest star in the room, the focus of cameras, and the fantasy of men." Du Pont's fingers squeeze Katherine gently.

"To be honest, I don't know if I'm very interested in the idea."

Du Pont takes his hands off Katherine's shoulders and walks over to the window.

The reflection of the sun distracts Katherine; when she turns to the window, she can see the windows of the building in front reflect the sun's rays.

"What are you doing here then, if you don't care about the job?"

"I already told you; my friend recommended it to me; I came out of curiosity."

"Ah... Lexy, a determined girl, worked hard in her interview."

"What kind of effort?"

Du Pont takes a step back, both hands on his cane, and places his weight on the object.

"A small photoshoot to see if your confidence is what I'm looking for, my dear Camila."

"Photoshoot?"

Katherine ignores the mispronunciation of her name.

Du Pont raises his right hand and looks at his nails.

"I'm not interested in young women who don't have the personality I'm looking for, I don't want models who are shy to look at, or who are insecure with their bodies, I'm not interested in women who tremble and cover their bodies when seen naked."

The man slams his cane hard on the ground, the metal tip echoing with each blow.

"I want a woman with personality and strength, capable of walking into a room wearing a white triangle in her crotch and two circles on her nipples and smile, and wave, and pose. My models are unique not because of what they wear, but because of their personalities, rascality, and attitude!" Saliva splashes from the man's mouth, and his eyes are wide for a few seconds.

Du Pont walks over to his chair and sits down, gasping for breath.

Katherine swallows, scanning the room. Out of the corner of her eye, she can see Lexy's spirit still writhing in pain.

"You're not what I'm looking for." Du Pont wipes sweat from his forehead with a red silk cloth. "Your friend is perfect; you are not like her."

The man throws some photos at Katherine, the young woman looks at the images, and Lexy appears naked on a red chair; each photograph shows her in different positions.

"What is this?"

"Art."

Katherine frowns, and her blood boils.

"You're right, I'm not good for this."

Katherine gets up from her seat and walks to the door.

"Hey Karina, tell Lexy to contact me; we need to resume the photo shoot; she's not answering the phone; tell the receptionist to contact my mechanic; hurry up with my porch; someone like me shouldn't be riding a taxi."

"I'm not your secretary."

Katherine closes the door behind her without saying anything.

Du Pont takes the photos again and puts them in his desk drawer.