[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLmVjMTMxOS5VbVZ1WldkaFpHVSwuMAAA/the-tribal-box.ffp.png[/img][/center]7:30 PM November 3rd, 2019 High Rise Condos, Midway City[hr] Ira had just got out the shower, and was whipping away fog from his mirror when he stopped blocking out the voice of Cheril, his manager, assistant, best friend, telling him about the events of tonight. [i]"Well we got through all the shoots and the press conference about the agency, all that's left for today is to have fun."[/i] She said as she walked into the bathroom, the woman did not care about he still getting dressed, it was not her first time around naked models. "What are you talking about? I just wanna sleep Cher, you already took my Saturday away let me enjoy whats left of my Sunday." Ira said as he went into his closet and picked out suit to wear. He knew what was going on tonight, the big fight between Marvin Hayes and Christopher Ives. He always knew his scheduled but he did not wanna take away Cheril's job and loved being able to complain about it, being able to feel somewhat human. Ira knew he had to go to this watch party that was doubling as a networking event, Ira needed neither at the moment, but the man hosting the party was one of Ira's investors and Cher continued to remind him that any opportunity to make new "friends" was a good one no matter how boring. [i]" Here let me fix that. Your going and that's that. Plus "you" may have placed a bet, that was in the thousands, and "you" placed this bet around last Tuesday say at 5:00 and any normal man would want to go and see if you won the bet. There all done, you look good as usual, I'll be waiting in the car."[/i] She said all this with a smile as she fixed his bow tie and and helped him get ready. He heard what she said but as he finished his last squirt of cologne and tied his other shoe he registered what she said, and quickly followed her out. "Well at least tell me who "I" bet on, so I don't look like to much of a fool when I lose." Ira said as he got into the car.[hr] 12:15 PM November 3rd, 2019 Duos Penthouse #1, Midway City - As Cheril and Ira went up the elevator of the suite, he came back to question that Cher had asked him when she first learned of who he was, why become a model? Honestly it was a simple pretty choice, here on Earth models sold their self as a brand, made themselves into something people wanted or wanted to be. On Mars there were no movies or TV shows, most of the entertainment was live and real. Imagine that every action or war movie you have seen was real and all the actors where the same group of people, that was White Martians and conflict. White Martians are not liked but that is simply because they love to fight, so any war or conflict on a large scale was handled by the White Martians and recorded and sold back to the masses. On the occasion you would see the a Green or Yellow, but White Martians did it best. If Frakedi (Ira) had grown up on Mars it would not have been much different from what he does now, he would be selling his brand and giving an image to aspire to, except there is not as much potential death and greater job security. Even his appearance is similar to what he would have been on Mars, attractive. He would have been considered exotic, his mother was a Green Martian and his father was a White Martian. Their union as looked down upon, that was normal, but he was born with traits of both and that was desired. So things were not that different her eon Earth then they would have been on Mars, they just look like it. When they got off the elevator, they were greeted by a large open room with a open floor concept, windowed walls that show an amazing view of the city and the pool. There where maybe 60 guest and 20 staff who would be serving them tonight. The host for tonight's watch party was Jacob Maroose, a very generous philanthropist who makes his money by investing in upstarts and helping them get big and then sitting back and collecting. He was a snake of a man but good at his job, and Jacob knew it. Ira and him got along, they were as close as a investor and the one taking said money needed to be, and the only thing he really asked (aside from his money) for is that when he throws these little gatherings that Ira show up every once and awhile. Everyone in the room was either there to get some money or throw it in the faces of others. [i][b]"Here we go, ladies and gentlemen!" jolted Jim.[/b][/i] The giant TV said. Ira had left Cher and started to mingle with the other guest, wearing a fake smile here and there, dropping his card where needed, pretty much peacocking until Mr. Maroose himself came to talk to Ira. [i]"You enjoying the party, I heard you put some money down on Hayes."[/i] He said with a sly smile. "I guess I did, and you put money on Ives right." It was more of a statement that a question. They both took seats on the couch in front of the TV, and watched until the end of round one and Jacob had a victorious grin on his face, like Hayes had already been knocked out. Ira had leaned back and Cher had brought him a drink. "Its not over yet, Hayes still has a chance." Ira said but really he wanted to choke himself for giving Cher access to his accounts.