“To Carissa Landri”, she loved reading it; she kept the magazine and the cover in her room as a souvenir and bought a nice lunch for her brother and Morris. She did a couple more and after that nothing was really happening, as if she had reached the end of it and she was not ready to let go.
Morris gave her a card and told her maybe she might get a shot at it, and she immediately went to see the agent. He seemed nice and was instantly attracted to her and volunteered to work with her. She knew he was attracted to her physically and how much ever she was trying to ignore that and avoid private meetings with him, it seemed quiet impossible since he had connections with big names in the field.
When he actually arranged for a photo shoot somewhere in the outskirts and volunteered to pick her up, she didn’t trust him, so decided to go with Morris, just in case. It was amazing, the greenery, and the mountains, and it felt as if she was on a picnic. She didn’t really recognize any big shots out there, but saw a few strong muscular male models and gorgeous female models out there.
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