The Beauty

As Susan Ana took her place on the stage, Marvin's gaze lingered, a faint spark of interest kindling within him. 

The night, which had started with a tinge of weariness, now held a glimmer of potential intrigue. The innocent-looking beauty of this woman seemed momentarily disrupted his boredom, leaving Marvin to wonder who was this new face and how she suddenly appeared as one of the top five.

The runway's glow, the cameras, now focused on Susan Ana, who seemed to be carrying a different attraction. Her face was so angelic, but her body, the softness of her curves, was a first in everyone's eyes, including that of Marvin's eyes.

In fact, Marvin's pulse quickened as his grey eyes fell upon the extraordinary beauty who gracefully stepped onto the stage, resembling a goddess gliding from the Milky Way.

A vision of allure, the most curvaceous woman, adorned in a striking red bikini, moved down the ramp with an ethereal grace. Her every step seemed to make time stand still, as if she were a naked angel, eliciting a surge of electricity that struck Marvin's male hormones with a thousand volts of intensity.

This was the first time that Marvin could not take his eyes off to a woman. 

Frozen in his seat, Marvin watched with new interest as the mesmerizing contestant number 5 continued to glide softly, her movements akin to a soft swaying grass effortlessly navigating the celestial realms. Each step sent sudden jolts through Marvin's senses, igniting a magnetic pull that transcended the predictable routine of the fashion world. The allure of Susan Ana, with her captivating presence and curves, had injected an unexpected thrill into Marvin's bored thoughts.

The audience collectively held its breath. Just like everyone, Marvin found himself captivated by the magnetic aura that surrounded contestant number 5. The atmosphere, once full of weariness, now crackled with an energy that showed a break from the boredom of his life. 

Without him realizing it, his eyes were now following contestant number 5. She awakened the desire to dominate in him. This woman, he must conquer her.

Marvin's chest heaved suddenly, tightening as if unable to cope with the erratic pulse racing through him like a sprinter at the Olympics.

"Where did this woman come from? Is she an actress?" Marvin whispered to Jo Peter whose breath was also stolen away. 

Peter Jo nodded his head. "Her name is Susan Ana, a newcomer."

"Run a record check on her." Marvin ordered as he continued to be mesmerized by the rhythmic bounce of her bosom, akin to the soft touch of cotton and the gentle flip of her buttocks. Marvin found himself ensnared in Susan Ana's captivating presence. 

Silently admiring Susan Ana, Marvin's jaw dropped lower, his testosterone levels surging in response to the moves of the woman before him. Undoubtedly, his heart raced, pumping blood to his entire being. His throat felt dry as he gulped down more air, his eyes fixated on her.

In all his years, Marvin had never gazed at a woman for more than a minute. Yet, as he beheld contestant number five, Susan Ana, he found himself unable to tear his eyes away from her magnificent, curvaceous body and regal face.

In the crowded aisle, though, there were five women, but only one woman remained in Marvin's focus. The other contestants seemed to fade into the background, evaporating from his vision. Marvin kept his focus to Susan Ana and wondered what was with her aura that took him by surprise.

"There is no record of Susan Ana in any entertainment industry. In her application, it says it is her first time to join the entertainment." Jo Peter reported, while Marvin kept his gaze on the Susan Ana.

Snapped out of his trance, Marvin couldn't help but mutter to himself, "This fresh face of a woman must be mine." He envisioned her accompanying him on his travels to promote the MAD brand. But more than that, he yearned for her presence, something he never had done before.

With a determined glint in his eyes, Marvin signaled to Jo Peter, who was seated discreetly behind him. "Jo. Peter," he whispered, his voice carrying a hint of urgency, "keep contestant number 5"

Mr. Jo Peter, ever vigilant, nodded in affirmation, his eyes following the direction of Marvin's eyesight. The curvaceous woman in the red bikini was captivating indeed, her every move exuding an undeniable grace and confidence. It seemed that his boss was in his unusual self tonight. He was never interested in these models.

In a hushed tone that barely escaped his lips, Marvin issued a command, "Also, declare her as the winner." His eyes remained fixed on the captivating woman on the stage, his Adam's Apple bobbing up and down uncontrollably.

Mr. Jo Peter, who had also been mesmerized by the unique beauty of contestant number 5, readily agreed. "Of course, Mr. Marvin," he replied, his voice laced with admiration. He too believed that contestant number 5 was the deserving contestant to join the CEO.

However, as he noticed his boss's unwavering gaze and the tautness in his jaw, Mr. Jo Peter knew that immediate action was required. He had witnessed Marvin's temper flare in the past when his orders were not executed promptly. Without hesitation, Jo Peter discreetly conveyed Marvin's directive to the board selection members, ensuring that contestant number 5 would emerge victorious.

Marvin's eyes returned to Suzy Ana, who stood apart from the others. Marvin observed that the woman's posture was relaxed, her expression calm and serene. She didn't need to project an air of superiority; her natural beauty was enough to make her stand out.

On the stage, under the glare of spotlights, stood five finalists in their shimmering bikinis. As the others cast their eyes upon each other, a silent competition unfolded. Each woman subtly assessed her rivals, comparing beauty and confidence, seeking to identify the one deemed most worthy of the coveted crown.

In stark contrast, Susan Ana remained oblivious to the unspoken battle around her. Her face lit up with a radiant smile, not of self-assuredness, but of pure elation. Reaching the top five was, for Susan Ana, a victory in itself. She reveled in the moment, bathed in the glow of achievement, unburdened by the pressure of winning it all.

Unlike others who exuded calculated confidence, she possessed a different kind of strength. It was the quiet aura of contentment, of being present and grateful for the journey that brought her to this point. The crown held no allure for Susan Ana; her heart was full with the joy of simply achieving her goal of bringing home the prize for her mother. It was enough that she would take home Five Hundred Thousand currency.

As the others strategized and coveted, Susan Ana's eyes sparkled with genuine happiness. She was a testament to the fact that victory can be found in simple joy, not in chasing a distant prize. For Susan Ana, the true reward was the health of her mother.