"Next, please."
Nicole Martinez looked up from the magazine she was reading and connected eyes with the receptionist. It was her turn. Starting in the next minute, her interview for a job with Friends Of The Famous, a company who paid people to give companionship to the famous, would begin.
Nicole walked into the office hesitantly. She looked around at the walls which were decorated with different movie posters.
"Have a seat please."
As she sat, she analyzed the man in front of her. He looked fortyish, with red hair and stony features. He introduced himself as Mr. Collins. He switched around a few papers and then looked back up at Nicole.
"How old are you, Miss Martinez?"
"Nineteen. Just turned, last week," she replied.
"I see. Why are you here, when you've got so many opputunities elsewhere, being so young?"
"Because I want out of Beulahville, sir. I- I don't just want out, I need out. These past four years have been really hard for me, Mr. Collins, I just need out."
He looked at the petite girl in front of him. She couldn't have been more than five foot even. Her face was framed by long, dark, loose curls, with golden highlights. Her eyes were a dark golden brown, and they sparkled.
"Okay. Come back tomorrow at noon, and you'll have another meeting with me, to sign contracts and stuff. Then, around one, we'll a meeting with a lady who sets up clients."
"Thank you! Thank you so much!"
The next day, Nicole was in Mr. Collins office promptly at noon. They quickly ran through her contract.
"You are allowed to keep in touch with your clients, but you're not to give out the information to anyone. The last part of the contract is very simple: you're not to be romantically with any of your clients, or the contract is void. Understand?"
"It shouldn't be a problem."
Nicole Martinez looked up from the magazine she was reading and connected eyes with the receptionist. It was her turn. Starting in the next minute, her interview for a job with Friends Of The Famous, a company who paid people to give companionship to the famous, would begin.
Nicole walked into the office hesitantly. She looked around at the walls which were decorated with different movie posters.
"Have a seat please."
As she sat, she analyzed the man in front of her. He looked fortyish, with red hair and stony features. He introduced himself as Mr. Collins. He switched around a few papers and then looked back up at Nicole.
"How old are you, Miss Martinez?"
"Nineteen. Just turned, last week," she replied.
"I see. Why are you here, when you've got so many opputunities elsewhere, being so young?"
"Because I want out of Beulahville, sir. I- I don't just want out, I need out. These past four years have been really hard for me, Mr. Collins, I just need out."
He looked at the petite girl in front of him. She couldn't have been more than five foot even. Her face was framed by long, dark, loose curls, with golden highlights. Her eyes were a dark golden brown, and they sparkled.
"Okay. Come back tomorrow at noon, and you'll have another meeting with me, to sign contracts and stuff. Then, around one, we'll a meeting with a lady who sets up clients."
"Thank you! Thank you so much!"
The next day, Nicole was in Mr. Collins office promptly at noon. They quickly ran through her contract.
"You are allowed to keep in touch with your clients, but you're not to give out the information to anyone. The last part of the contract is very simple: you're not to be romantically with any of your clients, or the contract is void. Understand?"
"It shouldn't be a problem."