“Now look ahead.”
“Alright, look at me and smile”
“Now squat down and look at the floor”
“Perfect!”
“ Great job Precious, you’re free”
“How’s our princess today?” teased Scott, her manager.”
“Stop calling me princess Scott, you know how much I hate this name.”
“But it suits you...Precious, the princess...Don’t you think it’s cute?”
“No”
“Okay, how was the photo shoot?”
“Same as usual” she mumbled when they got onto Scott’s red sport car.
“Hey, some producers want you for their brand new advertisement. Do you want it?”
“Depends on the subject”
“Uhm...you may not like it but it’s not that bad...” she mumbled Scott, giving all his attention to the road.
“Say it Scott”
“It’s about tampons”
“Of course I don’t want it. I’m not a slut” answered she back obnoxiously.
Scott glanced her for a sec, and gave his attention to road again.
“None of our models are sluts Precious and neither you will be with playing on a tampon advertisement.”
“Who cares the other models?” she retorted as Scott stopped the car in front of the enormous house of Engurlu’s.
“Don’t be a wise guy Precious...” said scott craning his head from the car window and looked directly into her eyes.
“It’s my speciality” replied she with the same smarty attitude, turned around on her heels, opened the gate belonging to the front yard.
As she walked down the patio, her eyes watered. This wasn’t what she wanted. But...things had gotten out of her control for the past half hour. She didn’t want to dissapoint Scott.
And this won’t please Mr.Mitchell either. She looked towards his house which wasn’t very far from hers. She sighed and opened the door.