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As Veronica sat on her bed she watched the door rattle, almost threatening to blow off of it's hinges. But she just calmly got up and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth as she heard yells from the other side of the door. "Veronica! Veronica god dammit wake up already! It's 10:04!" She rolled her eyes and spit into the sink. She could practically feel the danger in her managers voice. She chuckled a little and said, "He sounds pissed," To nobody in particular. She like pulling Mr. Tatum's strings. Sure he was her manager, but she didn't like him much. She had much better managers in her past. There was Tina, she like Tina. So innocent, it was really fun to mess with her. Then again she guessed she did push it a bit far when she 'pretended' to pass out drunk. She insisted afterward that it was pretending anyways.

Going in her closet the banging seemed to get louder. "Veronica! We're going to be late! Get out here NOW!" Late? How was somebody late to a hotel? It wasn't physically possible, unless they arrived after their bookings ended, and there was no way she would be THAT late. She stopped looking at clothes though when the banging stopped. She took that as her cue and went to the door, opening it slowly and rubbing her head. "Did you call?" She asked innocently. Mr. Tatum however, said nothing. She looked down and saw she was in her black lace Victoria's secret underwear and bra. She didn't get why he was suprised, she did shoots in less than this all the time. Maybe he didn't watch. She didn't really care, he wasn't very fit, wasn't very good looking, they only thing he had going for him was his money and she had plenty of that. Veronica had no desire to impress him.

Shrugging she went back into her closet and picked out a beige sweater with closed eyes in the chest area that were black. With it she grabbed a black, flowy skirt that could have only reached to her pinky finger and tucked the sweater into it. Then she left and pressed a button on her wall, making her ferris wheel of shoes emerge from the wall. She smiled and picked out a pair of beige wedges with black bowties on the center of them.

She went into the bathroom and noted that her mascara from the night before had smudged slightly. She fixed it quickly and with her liquid black eyeliner did the 'wing' with the eyeliner on her eyes. She put a bit of eyeshadow on and foundation to cover any circles she might not see underneath her eyes. When she was satisfied she walked out of the bathroom and right past Mr. Tatum into the car.

The ten minutes she had to spend in the car was pure torture. It was all she could do not to break character in front of Mr. Tatum. She didn't trust him to not go leaking to press about her unkind personality just yet. So it was all sunshine and rainbows until then. "Now Veronica, your trainer tells me that you are once again, 5 pounds under the minimum weight we said you could be. That weight was leniant Veronica, you can't go any lower than what we told you." She just smiled and nodded. She what she would say if she opened her mouth. What the hell do YOU know about being the right weight Mr. Tatum? You're sure one to talk. That was one of the nicer things that was going through her head, but was usually the meanest she ever was out loud.

By the time they had arrived she had been lectured about 'the importance of a healthy diet' and 'over-exercising'. She couldn't take any of it seriously though, not when Mr. Chubbs was the one levturing her anyways. As she entered the Cashew Hotel, she didn't stop until she got to the front desk where the girl at the front immediatly gave her the key, a look of fear read across her face. Veronica smiled when she saw it. If there was one hotel that knew her true self, it was this one. She once had a waitress fired because she was in the bad mood and she thought that ruining somebody else's day would make her feel better. It hadn't, but it never hurt to try again.

She walked to the elevator and saw that it was already open and walked in, not even noticing there was people in it at first she leaned on the left side of the elevator. She breathed out a deep sigh and said to herself. "About damn time I got here." Moments after she said it though she realized there were people other than her in the elevator. "Oh," She said, obviously suprised. Looking at them she thought she recognized them. Obviously not staff. Was it possible she didn't even remember other celebrities names? No, no it was not. She struggled to remember and it clicked. Red Jones and Ever Doyle. Actor and singer. Supposed heart-throb and rumored arrogant girl. Wow, she really critiqued people didn't she? Her own outfit didn't really oppose to the fake personality she had. She couldn't help but wonder if they believed the facade she had along with everyone else. After all, they were famous too, they knew how it worked. Her mind began drifing to the mini bar that had to be awaiting her in her room. Oh, sweet booze. She couldn't wait to drink away. Even the thought that she would be able to smoke on this vacation brought her joy. It had been at least a week and a half since she had done either.