Diego took a folder out of the briefcase he was carrying, opened it and said:
-That hypnotist’s name is Jasmin….
Only when he started, he was interrupted by Ernesto:
-Jazmin? -Isn’t that hypnotist a man?
Diego explained:
-Yes, but this is her name.
Carlos gestured for him to continue.
Then Diego said:
-Last time, half a month after accompanying Miss Noboa to free herself from hypnosis, he suddenly closed his studio and suspended all orders. He claimed to be recovering from an illness, but in fact he was out of the country. He changed his address several times in order to hide his whereabouts.
If it were not for Carlos’ powerful network of contacts, it would have been difficult to find him. Now he could only be sure of the general area he was in. His exact location was still unclear.
Ernesto felt very strange:
-The reason is that he lied to us about something at the time and was afraid you would find out, so he slipped out…..
Diego turned around and said no:
-If that were the case, he would have moved a lot and wouldn’t have waited half a month before leaving.
Carlos nodded slightly:
-What he said was true.
Ernesto was even more puzzled:
-Then why are you still looking for him?
Carlos opened his phone and looked at the screensaver, which was taken in front of the sink when he and the little girl formalized their relationship, with the little girl smiling at the camera and him looking slightly at her.
-Carlos? -Ernesto bumped into him.
Only then Carlos raised his head and said slowly:
-When I was hypnotizing Micaela, she tried to hypnotize me. I was so focused on her at the time that I overlooked it. It could have had another purpose.
Both Ernesto and Diego were so surprised. And only after a long time, Diego asked:
-Did she even try to hypnotize you at that moment? How could you not pay attention to such an important matter?
Ernesto said without thinking:
-Carlos was too worried about Micaela at that moment, and besides, the hypnotist did not succeed?
Carlos did not deny it:
-He told me honestly that the little girl had been hypnotized by him when she was a child. He diverted my attention, and I didn’t feel any malice on his part. I felt at that moment that he would want to hypnotize me and that he should try to instill in me the sense of not returning to him in the future.
-How did you know? -Diego asked, very surprised.
Carlos said:
-Herein lies the mystery of hypnosis. With a few words, he will enter your consciousness, change your thoughts, seal your memories and deliver the message he wants.
Diego and Ernesto understood. Although that hypnotist had not succeeded in his attempt to hypnotize Carlos, he had also changed his wary consciousness. In reality, Carlos did not continue with his motive to hypnotize him….
-So you are looking for him this time to ask him why he tried to hypnotize you?
Carlos answered:
-No, because of Natalia.
***
Micaela, Alba and Eric arrived to the show.
It was a very nice and elegant stage, with a general black and white style, black walls, ceiling, seven colored lights and a white catwalk stage, which was shaped like a rectangle with the audience sitting around it.
The person in charge of the organization was one of the judges of the last AFIA model qualification, the same one who directly said he wanted Micaela to change companies and was rejected by her.
The greeters led them backstage, which was also lavishly decorated and brightly lit.
At that moment, many models were sitting in front of the mirror, applying their make-up, and they all stood out, each with their own characteristics. When they saw Micaela enter, they all had unkind looks on their faces and were full of curiosity.
Micaela was wearing a long, thin beige trench coat with a medium knit collar on the inside, combined with a pair of light blue jeans. A very simple outfit, but it looked very nice.
The belles could not help but feel jealous at the sight of a beautiful woman, and spoke in French without any qualms:
-Is this the beauty David was talking about?
-I don’t think so. What small breasts.
-She’s so well wrapped. She’s not sexy at all.
-A bitch from Anlandana!
All the models laughed.
Micaela looked at her breasts and then looked at them.
Indeed, they were not as big as hers.
Alba could only be anxious because she didn’t know French. From the way they looked at her, they knew they were badmouthing Micaela.
“She should have learned French in the first place.”
Alba shook Micaela and Eric, trying to get them to translate for her.
Eric lowered his voice and said:
-Don’t worry, we’ll have a good show soon.
While they were talking, David, the person in charge who invited Micaela, came in. He was extraordinarily happy to see her and prepared to give her a hug, which she avoided.
David rubbed her head in embarrassment and said in English with a smile:
-Sorry, I forgot that you are a very special model!
One of the blonde models came over and put her arm around David’s shoulders, mockingly telling him:
-David, you can hug me! These people don’t know the manners of our country.
Micaela looked at the model speaking, then at the others watching, and said in standard French:
-Mr. David, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know that the etiquette in Fracimon Nation is to speak ill of someone to their face.
The eyes of the other models widen in surprise.
This model spoke French so well!
There had been many models from Anlandana before, who didn’t speak French and were picked up by them. And they thought this one was just as stupid!
David was surprised too. The last time he had spoken to her in English, and he thought she didn’t know French, but, she spoke it beautifully!
Micaela approached the model, who said her breasts were small, and pressed her shyness to measure her bust:
-Hello, when you sleep, try not to sleep on your back, it is more annoying to take out the silicone inside if it is squashed.
That person felt embarrassed. The other models were delighted that their breasts were really implants.
Then, she approached the one who said she was well wrapped. The person looked at her with a hint of fear.
-It’s okay to be sexy if you want to, but don’t hold me to your standards.
David was quick to apologize in French:
-I’m so sorry, Miss Noboa.
He turned to the other models and said in a stern voice:
-This is my special guest from Anlandana. She is a very capable model, so you all have to watch what you say. Don’t disgrace the models of Fracimon Nation!