Jason's pov

"You'll be back," the police guard sneers.

"Yeah yeah do your fucking job and get these hand cuffs off," I say. The guard nudges me on the side of my stomach as he unlocks the handcuffs. I wince in pain as my anger develops wanting to end him right here right now, but I can't as it'll ruin my release.

"Bitch," the guard murmurs as I walk into the waiting room. I roll my eyes and flip him off throwing my famous wink.

The guard grits his teeth causing me to slight giggle.

"Take a seat McCann," a female officer orders. I take a seat far from her desk and just patiently wait for my social worker to come. Thirty minutes later she finally arrives barging into the two glass doors.

"Hello Jason," she softly smiles.

"Sup Angela," I respond.

"Angela Rose?," the female officer utters. Angela averts from me now glancing at the officer.

"Vanessa O' Campo?," she questions.

"Yes, it's been so long since the last time I've seen you. How are you?," the officer I've came to know as Vanessa happily says. I roll my eyes leaning my head against the wall knowing these two are about to chat it up. After about ten minutes these two finally wrap the gossip up.

"Your daughter is beautiful," the officer says to Angela.

"Thank you," Angela smiles making her way towards me.

"Let's go," she motions for me to follow.

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"So where am I staying?," I say tiredly.

"Well I'm going to get you a job, so you can get yourself an apartment. In the meantime you'll stay at my home," Angela responds her attention remaining on the road.

"I can stay with Isaac," I protest not wanting to be heavily surveillance by her.

"No. Isaac has a record," she disapprovingly says. I let out a sigh as I look out the window.

"What type of job is it?," I steer the subject.

"Modeling," she responds.

"What? No way that's sissy stuff," I grumble.

"There's a lot of straight guys in the modeling world. It's a great way to make yourself some legal money Jason," she further explains.

"Do I look like I'm a model?," I roll my eyes.

"Yes, you're a good looking kid," she responds.

"This is not manly for someone like me," I say with such distaste of the situation.

"And what exactly do you define yourself?"

"A criminal," I smirk earning a smack on the back of my head by her.

"No you're not you're more than that," she lectures me as she always does when I talk this way. I let out a breathe crossing my arms across my chest closing my eyes no longer wanting to talk further.

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"We're here wake up."

I flutter my eyes open as Angela shakes my shoulder lightly. I rub my sleepy eyes to fully awaken unbuckling the seat belt as I open the door. My eyes widen as I examine the huge building in front of me.

"Wow," I murmur. This looks like something from the far future.

"There's no way I'm getting hired here with my record and background," I say to her.

"Oh you will trust me," Angela confidently smiles as we both head inside the unique building.

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"May I speak with Benjamin Grey," Angela says to the receptionist.

"Let me notify him Ms. Rose," the receptionist smiles as she picks up the phone and starts dialing. I look around the building noticing all of the fancy stuff and expensive furniture laid around everywhere. I'm sure the person in charge of this place must be filthy rich.

"Go right ahead," the receptionist smiles.

"Follow me Jason," Angela instructs. We both walk into a big office and sit down on the soft seats near a desk. Suddenly the doors open a business suited man with dark brown hair walks in.

Benjamin Grey ⬆️

"What can you possibly want now?," the man rudely utters. I scrunch my brows at him and Angela who's currently giving him an annoyed facial expression.

"I need you to give this young man a job," she firmly responds. The man raises a brow at her then glances at me looking at me up and down. I clench my fists feeling judged already by the way he's looking at me.

"Ben let's talk outside now," Angela demands as she walks out of the office. The suited man I've come to know as Ben sighs following behind her. I wonder why these two dislike each other so much?

I'm now alone sitting in the office, so I take it upon myself to glance around the room. I spot a picture frame on the desk, so I grab it pulling it up to see it.

The girl in the picture is really beautiful. I hear rustling noises from behind the door and I quickly put it down. The doors burst open as Angela and Ben come back inside the office.

"Come in tomorrow for a photo shoot. Wear black,"Ben instructs me. I nod my head at him and look at Angela who whispers a thank you to him.

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"This shall be your room for now," Angela opens the door wide. I step inside the big white room spotting a queen size bed with lavender bed sheets and lavender and white flower pillows nicely made. White and lavender flowers are in a clear glass vase on both nightstands as well.

"Is this a girl room?," I ask.

"Whenever my daughter stays over she stays in here, so it's her touch," she replies.

"You sure she won't mind?," I raise a brow.

"She won't," Angela reassures.

"Make yourself at home and get some rest. You have a big day tomorrow," she reminds as she shuts the door. I throw myself onto the comfortable bed and quickly feel my eyes shut. It's been a while since I've slept in a nice home with an actual bed.

In juvie you sleep on a 1 inch mattress that's been repeatedly used by others before you. I've never had a great sleep while I was locked up, so now it's about time I catch up on some sleep.

Freedom