Part 7
"What's your name?" I froze. What was my name? "uhh…" I mumbled, completely forgetting. God, what was my name? "Take your time!" the woman snapped sarcastically. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out, "C…caitlin." I stuttered; surprised at how hoarse I sounded. "Caitlin what?" she asked rolling her eyes. "Caitlin Moore!" I replied. I obviously sounded put out, as the woman turned the corners of her mouth up into a smile. "I'll be right back…" she trailed off as she swept out the room.
I sat down on one of the clear plastic chairs. The office around me was clear glass, with all the furniture either cream leather or glass. I stood up and walked over to the window. The office was on the 23rd floor and the ground below me looked so tiny. I heard a cough so I turned around to face whoever it was. "Caitlin, Caitlin Moore?" "y..yes, that's me." "Well, we have looked through your portfolio and we would like to put you through to meet the lady herself." "you mean…?" "yes, yes I do." I had to bite my lip to stop myself from screaming. I, Caitlin Moore, was on my way to getting a modelling contract!
You may wonder how this has happened. To be honest, I have no idea myself! After running out of one direction's house I found myself in the middle of London. I walked into a café to get myself a coffee and got stopped by a woman saying she worked for Eliza York. Yes THE Eliza York from the modelling agency, Madame Eliza's models. I was quite shocked to be quite honest, but no way was I turning the offer down! Being a model was the big break I needed to get into showbiz! And now, 2 weeks later, I was sat waiting to speak to her myself.
"Everything okay?" the woman asked, so far I had guessed that she was Eliza's secretary and the woman who spoke to me before worked on reception. "Yes." I answered, grinning at her. She looked slightly scared at my smile, "right, well you can go through now." She pressed a big button on her desk, I guess this was her office, and two big blacked out doors swung open.
"Wow!" I gasped. In front of me stood the most gorgeous office I had ever seen. I stepped gingerly inside and the doors closed behind me with a soft click. "Hello?" I asked, amazed at the echo. Suddenly a door was flung open, and Eliza herself stepped out in front of me. "Darling! Mwah, mwah. Ahh, so I see Janice, Janice, my model scout, made a good choice then! Oh, aren't you gorgeous!" she paused for breath, before continuing. "Sorry about the wait, I was in the wardrobe!" she pointed to the door that she had just come through. "Oh darling, take a seat!" she gushed, gesturing towards two sofas. This would be… interesting…
I pushed open the door to the office block and literally danced down the street. I HAVE A MODELLING CONTRACT! I wasn't watching where I was going and crashed into someone. "Woops sorry." I giggled. The person turned round to face me, Zayn?
