A little Rai of Sunshine

Chapter Two-

Evangeline's POV-

As I sit at my desk, my best friend and personal assistant, Kate, bounds through my office door, not even bothering to knock, no surprise there.

"Hey boss lady, you have a few meetings later today around noon, other than that you should have a light day." I nod my head and sip my coffee, which she happened to bring with her as she burst through uninvited. "Thanks Kate, is that all you needed to tell me?"

She shifts her weight on her feet, I know there's something she isn't telling me.

"One of the models quit, she didn't bother turning in her two weeks, she just quit."

I roll my eyes and sigh an exasperated sigh, "Of fucking course she quit, what else could possibly go wrong today?!"

I shouldn't have asked that. Kate looked at me and replied, "Well, you just jinxed yourself, knock on some wood and don't forget to check your email." Then she scurried out of my office.

I once again roll my eyes out of annoyance before spinning around in my chair and scooting closer to my desk, I log on to my laptop and check some of my emails.

As I'm scrolling, one email catches my attention, Barbizon's 10th Annual Competition, God its like you go one time and all of a sudden its expected of you to keep going every year, most of the time I just delete it, but seeing as one of my models just quit on me, I'm short a model, I might as well see if any of the newbies catch my attention.

I press down on the intercom by my desk that goes into Kate's office, "Pack a bag we're going to Texas."

Once again she burst through my office doors, "What do you mean we're going to Texas?"

"Exactly what I said, so pack your bags, we leave in a week." She stares at me for a little while before spinning on her heel and strutting out the room, muttering under her breath, something along the lines of "I have nothing to wear and I don't have enough time to pack."

I shook my head and replied to the email saying I, along with my assistant, will be attending the competition this year. I looked at the clock and it was only ten-thirty. I had more things to do before my conference calls, and not nearly enough time.

With another exaggerated sigh I dove into my workload of the day. Fucking Mondays.

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Raileigh's POV-

As the weekend of the competition gets closer, I become more anxious, I know I'm more than prepared, I know my walk, my pose, my commercial, I know all of it so I don't know why I'm so nervous.

I also know that since this is my first competition, there is a very good chance I won't receive a call-back. In case y'all don't know what a call-back is, its when the judges, or in this case, managers and agency owners, are interested in you and want to meet you again.

Maybe that's why I'm so nervous, because I want to have a call-back but I know I probably won't.

I sit on my bed with a dramatic huff, before glancing at my suitcase on the floor then glancing at my closet before finally glancing at my tv, I smirked and shrug my shoulders before picking up my firestick remote and turning on grey's.

I have plenty of time to pack, after all, I do my best work under pressure.