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Dina is an ordinary student who got a chance to become a ramp model in a modeling agency. She got in and accepted as a trainee. The trainer and the agency owner sees her as a potential to become the top model in the country. During the practice for one major event, she accidentally saw a murder in the building. However, no one knows she has the ability to see ghosts. She sees the ghost of the girl she found dead in the comfort room. What is the secret of the modeling agency and the models? How far can an individual do just to achieve her dreams in life?

Chapter 1 ASPIRANT

"One, Two, Three ..." Lane looked at the people walking on the catwalk one by one. "Fix it ladies! It's like you don't eat! Didn't you have breakfast?"

Tall, slim and beautiful women walk one by one wearing the clothes of previous fashion events organized by the Brightest Queens Modeling Agency. The newly discovered models are training in preparation for PMC's Grand Winter Collection to be released in Europe and North America. It is owned by top designer Betty Madrid, the most popular in the country and well known in the international scene. Patty Madrid Creations is known by high class and celebrities here and abroad. Her designs cater to those from middle class to upper class levels.

"I said, go on a diet but I didn't tell you not to eat. That's what you're going to do!" the gay top trainer of BQMA models is still screaming. Everyone who went through her intense training became famous, not only in runway modeling but also in print and TV ads. There are still some who have penetrated showbiz and married business tycoons, so many women dream of being included in the rosters of top fashion models of BQMA.

One of the models lost her balance while wearing her 5-inch heels. "Aaaaahh! Ouc...." the model sat down then rubbed her sprained leg.

"There! Because you're being stupid again, Dina. It's only 5-inches and you can't walk properly? Should I make you wear a Lady Gaga's shoes so that you'll be completely paralyzed and replace you?" Sighed Lane.

"Don't do it, Mama. I'll be fine, too. I just need ice pack and a bandage." Dina stood up. She was supported by other models who also stopped ramping because the formation was ruined. She can't give up now because this has been her dream ever since, and now that she has the opportunity to be recognized in the fashion world, she will not back down from the fight. She will improve so that she can achieve what she desires.

"Go ahead, go to the clinic. Hurry up! If that doesn't heal until tomorrow, I'll replace you! Many women dream of going through my training! Let's take a break first! Eat first! You all look hungry!" Lane was already shivering with stress. "You're all giving me stress!"

The models first left the runway and headed to the Pantry for lunch.

"Are you alright?" Sarah asked Dina as she held her to be escorted to the clinic.

"Yeah, tell us if you need anything or if you just want, we'll rush you to the hospital," Winona said.

Dina nodded. "Yes, I'm fine. I will just rest for a while." She took off her shoes and walked to the clinic. She walked towards it bare foot.

The nurse applied the remedy to her right foot and advised her to rest for at least a day. Only a minor sprain occurred.

"Miss, may I use the clinic's restroom?" Dina pointed to the restroom at the clinic.

"Oh my gosh, that's broken, it's clogged because someone doesn't know how to throw napkins properly. Is it okay to throw tissue in the toilet bowl?" The nurse shook her head. " Just use the one on the lower ground floor."

"Okay thank you." The clinic is on the 1st floor, she will only go down one floor. She thinks she can manage it. She left the clinic using the slippers provided for patients.

Dina just used the exit stairs down to the lower ground floor since it's just next to the clinic, better than walking to the elevator at the other end of the hallway. She reached the lower ground floor of the PMC building even though it was difficult to walk. She headed to the restroom just next to the exit door.

The hallway was a bit gloomy, no one is there on the lower ground floor. It's like a stock room and a warehouse of old designs, manequins and fabrics.

Dina opened the door of the restroom. It was so dark. She turned on the switch on the right side of the wall.

"Eeehh!" Dina fell on the ground out of fear.

She was shocked on what she saw. A woman on the floor of the restroom is covered with blood.

Dina screamed hysterically. She stumbled back to the exit door and rqn back to the first floor.

"There's a dead woman downstairs!" Dina shouted as she pointed to the exit door.

The guards and other people ran to the Exit. The girl fainted from fear.

"Dina!" Fellow trainees approached her to help her. They carried her and sent her to the clinic.

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