"Victim, explain what consequences await if you were to lose? What advantages can I gain from this wager of yours?" This fellow had immense audacity, and I refused to back down. I knew I had the determination to see this challenge through and make my dreams come true. "In case of defeat, I'll offer my services for free at your modeling agency for half a year. Is that satisfactory?" I stated, regaining my confidence. Glaring at Elijah, I couldn't help but retort, "Seems a fair exchange to me, little kitten," though I disliked that nickname, no matter how charming it sounded when he spoke. Elijah, smiling, repeated the terms, "If you lose, you'll publicly apologize to me. But if you lose, you'll work as a model in my business for free for six months. Sounds reasonable, don't you think?" he proposed. I shook his hand, sealing the deal. "Agreed," I said, while Elijah's toothy grin reminded me of the infamous Big Bad Wolf, as he softly echoed, "Deal."
