"I don't do this will all my fashion models," said Andrea as I went over to see her in the morning. Jennifer said she could cope and I shouldn't worry. I ever got the loan of her car for my trip downtown.
"I realize that," I told her with some agitation. Occasionally, her phone lit up with calls but I guess the answering machine got them.
"Did you bathe and depilate the way that I told you to?" Andrea asked belligerently.
I gulped and nodded. There wasn't a hair left on my body any more.
"You know that I am going to have to take most of your eyebrows away," said Andrea with a scowl. "Even if you change your mond, your mother is going to ask you what you did and why and I am going to be on the hot seat with her. I do not want you to do this if you have any doubts at all. If you are thinking that we can go so far and you'll pull out on me, I don't want you to start."
I nodded. My mouth was dry, my insides churning at what I was getting myself into. I had to have money and Charlie seemed to have forgotten that I was supposed to be working with him for a couple of weeks.
... "It is a contract that identifies you as John Molloy Sheffield, otherwise known as Christine Whitehouse of Christine White, which I think will be a better professional name for you. It provides penalties that you must pay me, starting at twenty thousand dollars if you walked out on me today. That becomes fifty thousand in a week and a hundred thousand in a month."
Overall Customer Rating of 1 Reviews: