‘They love you when you’re on all the covers, when you’re not then they love another’ – Marilyn Manson, The Dope Show
“Honestly, I’m not surprised honey” the receptionist said with a fake sigh as she popped her bubblegum. The past-it model looked at her with a mix of confusion and sadness as she faced another rejection. She wasn’t twenty one anymore and she had passed her peak of beauty, or that’s what most magazines would claim.
“What do you mean? I’m only twenty nine, I’m not that old!” the model replied, fixing her makeup in her compact mirror. She always kept up appearances; maybe she did because she still believed that agencies were still interested in her. The receptionist received a phone call and after once more popping her bubble gum, she picked it up.
“Yes, she’s still here...hmm...yes I’ll pass it on...seventh floor...I’ll send her straight up” she spoke and put the phone down. The young receptionist looked up at the model and smiled. “The boss would like to speak to you again. He has an offer for you that apparently ‘you can’t refuse’ or something. Seventh floor, same room as before”
The model, whose name was Brooke, walked to the lift as fast as her stiletto heels could carry her. At 5 foot 10, she was taller than most of the people who worked at the agency. She furiously pressed the button for the seventh floor and stepped into the lift. She really needed a coffee, it calmed her down, and she happened to be extremely stressed right now. “I shouldn’t get so stressed, I’ll get worry lines” she frowned.
She stepped out of the lift as it reached the floor that basically meant you were secured a job. It would be a welcome relief from living off no money. Brooke hadn’t bought a new pair of shoes for at least three months; that was a bigger deal than it sounds, especially for a model looking for a job. Without the newest designer shoes she was just another wannabee.
A younger, more scantily dressed model gave her death glares as she passed Brooke in the corridor. Brooke frowned and composed herself, adding the finishing touches to her make up until she looked flawless. They wouldn’t expect anything less. She knocked on the door with a deep breath and waited for a reply. “Come in” a voice said. She swallowed and turned the door handle, stumbling slightly on her heels as she entered the room.
She sat down opposite the owner of the agency and tried to make herself seem as young as possible. The man just scoffed. “There’s no reason to pretend you’re young again Miss Brooke, we all know that no agencies will hire you. This one is no different. But like the receptionist would have told you I have an offer for you” he smirked softly.
“What type of offer?” Brooke inquired, worried by the whole idea but still intrigued by it.
“Well. I’m not your normal model agency boss. I’m actually 568 years old” he smirked, spinning slightly on his chair. Brooke burst out laughing; this man was delusional. She stood up to leave the loony’s office but he growled and she sat down again.
“Not to sound offensive or anything, but are you crazy? Or on medication? Or on drugs?” she whispered, looking at the boss. She really suspected that something was wrong in his head, and he had a screw loose somewhere. Or maybe it was Brooke that was slightly mad; no, she gave up everything a few years ago and had been completely sober since, to try to look younger.
“I’m not crazy dear; in fact I’m quite an honest man. Why would I lie about something like that? A man never lies about his age, women on the other hand” he replied, throwing the open file at her. Brooke had put that she was two years younger just so they might just consider her. He saw through her lies easily.
“So this offer...” Brooke sighed in defeat. If he knew that was a lie then soon he would be able to see past all the makeup she had put on. He smiled at her interest and handed her the portfolio and folder back. Brooke sighed and placed both folders into her bag; they were full of old magazine campaigns she’d featured in and shots for editorials.
“Well this offer, it could be one of many. I have a choice of three for you, and you have to pick one to accept, if you can. If not I will combine all three into one...simple offer. So I suggest you listen well because I will only explain once” he said, holding up one finger in front of Brooke’s face. Brooke swallowed and nodded, fidgeting.
|Kaley Cuoco||as Brooke|
|Jacoby Shaddix||as The Boss|
|Juno Temple||as The Receptionist|