Chapter Two 3

The fashion show set-up was already in full swing. Clarissa and Theresa were extremely busy. It was very stressful, but everything was going smoothly.

"Clarissa, didn't we ask our sponser to dish out some help? I know that we could really use it right about now."

"Yup. I called Wayne Incorporated a few days ago. Mr. Knighte promised that he would send you some of his best employees to help manage. I couldn't imagine where they are. I spoke to them on the phone this morning. Said they'd be here." Just as Clarissa had finished explaining the situation, the small cell phone that was clipped to the front of her belt loop began ringing. "Excise me, miss," said Clarissa once again, fidgeting with her phone. Clarissa always had the habit of saying Mister, Miss, or Sir. It was just in her nature. Theresa thought it was cute and never asked her to say otherwise.

"Hello?" said Clarissa into her phone. "Ah, yes! Mr. Crane!," she said with great enthusiasm. "I understand . . . . yes! Please come on in when you arrive. We will be working on the run-way . . . . OK, then. Buhbye!" Theresa watched Clarissa intently. Clarissa was about Theresa's age, but she had extremely good manners and Theresa admired her for it.

"So, where are they?" asked Theresa, politely.

"Mr. Crane says that they are backed up in traffic, but that they will be here as soon as they can."

"Good! Well, let's go ahead and practice with the models, since we have the run-way set up." Theresa made her way up the stairs to the back of the stage. Clarissa followed shortly behind. "Ok, everyone! We're going to have to practice in order to make this show work. So, I want you all to go ahead and sit in the audience while Clarissa and I show you how things are going to look once you guys are up here. Today is all the practice you will have before the show on Wednesday."

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"Is this traffic ever gonna move?" said an impatient Fox who was driving while Julie sat impatiently next to him in the passenger seat.

"Calm down, Fox"

Fox breathed in very deeply and let it go as he looked at Julie. "I'm sorry, baby. But we need to be there. Chris said that he's gonna be calling us at 1 o'clock to see how things are going, and we aren't even there yet."

Fox faced ahead as he ever so slowly let the car move with the rest of the cars ahead of him. Fox leaned back in his seat and let out a yawn.

Julie watched him. Fox was a handsome man, that was no lie. In fact, almost any woman would jump at the chance to be with him. Fox's short, styled, blonde hair was extremely sexy in Julie's opinion. Not to mention, his facial features. He had perfect cheek bones and he had begun growing some stubbles. Which Julie loved, and not many woman would say otherwise. Fox was dressed in a suit. The suit and tie made him look sharp, while the pants showed off his long, muscular legs.

A small smile formed on Julie's lips. She then gave him a peck on the cheek as they pulled into their destination.

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Clarissa walked over to the boombox, placing her favorite singer into the stereo. Burn by Usher rang in the background as Theresa ever so slowly, but ever so surely, walked out onto the runway. She walked like she wanted the models to walk and she moved like they would have to move. Just as Theresa had appeared onstage, Fox and Julie entered. Clarissa, very hurridly, walked over to greet them.

"Hello, you two! I'm Clarissa. I'm so glad you two could finally make it!" she extended her hand in greeting. Fox took Clarissa's hand just as he first noticed Theresa on the runway. He stared at her, looking her up and down; remembering her from the elevator this morning.

"Clarissa, who's that?" asked Fox.

"Oh! Please forgive me. That's our fashion designer, Theresa. She will be directing you two for the next few days," said Clarissa with a smile.

Theresa was still walking on the runway. She almost seemed to float as she showed the models how to walk. She had her own way of expressing herself as she concentrated on her steps. Fox still continued to watch her, unaware that a smile had crossed his lips, just as it had this morning on the elevator.

Unaware of everyone around her, Theresa's shoe began to slide. As she looked down, she noticed that water had been spilt on the runway. She tried to regain her balance, but it was no use. The only thought in her mind was how much it was going to hurt, hitting the hard, concrete floor. She closed her eyes tightly and let out a whimper as she feel off the runway. But what surprised her was that she never hit the ground. She felt two strong arms enclosing her tightly. When she opened her eyes, a pair of concerned, brown eyes were staring down at her. One arm was under her knees, while the other arm was underneath her back. She stared at the man for a long time. Who are you? she thought, knowing that he looked familiar to her.

"Are you alright?" said the man, sounding very concerned, still holding her in his arms very tightly.

"Uuh. Umm. Yeah, I'm alright. Sorry. I can't believe I slipped...Who are you?" stuttered Theresa.

The man ever so slowly sat Theresa in an auditorium chair as he sat beside her.

"I'm Fox Crane, an employee of Wayne Incorporated. I'm going to be helping you manage the fashion show."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Crane. I'm Theresa..Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald."

"Nice to meet you," said Fox, taking her small hand in his. They shook hands and they stared at eachother for a moment. Fox still had a concern look in his eyes, still wondering if she was alright.

"Thank you so much for..for saving me."

"Oh, it's no problem," said Fox, smiling. He winked at her, rubbed her back, and stood up. "Do you need a drink of water, or anything? Let me get you something."

Before Theresa could answer, Fox ran out of the room in search of a glass of water. Wow, thought Theresa. Theresa could barely speak. This man had left her mystified, yet curious. Out of no where, he had saved her from falling, and out of no where, he was taking care of her.

"Well, miss, looks like you have a knight in shining armour," said Clarissa, sitting down beside Theresa and winking at her.

Theresa barely heard Clarissa because she kept thinking about this man that had just saved her from falling.

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However, fate was watching, and, of course, a question lingers. Fox was ready for catching a falling woman in distress, but what about catching a falling woman in love? We shall have to wait and see.