Adeline paced on the phone with her agent as her mother looked on at her. Adeline gave out a frustrated sigh. "Well Rich if you're not going to get it done for me I will find someone who will. You aren't talking to a catalogue model you're talking to a supermodel. THE supermodel. Make room make adjustments I don't care what you do but I will be accommodated or you can find a new client that won't get you even a quarter of the money I give you." She hung up knowing he would do what ever he could to appease her and not lose her as a client.
She had too many projects to be working on to have to tedious busy work agent was supposed to be doing. Adeline didn't feel tolerable for his incompetence today. Regardless of him being one of the best. He was hardly her only option.
"Good for you Adeline. Sometimes people get a little too comfortable." Amelie admitted from her sofa. Adeline didn't say much she was still reeling in annoyance. "Anyway. What do you say about dinner with Mr. Becket tonight? Since you bailed for both lunch and dinner yesterday." The slight adamant tone not foreign to her.
Adeline immediately thought of her car and shook her head to her mother who she knew would not be happy again. "Tomorrow night for certain I will be there I have another appointment." She brushed her mother off casually so she wouldn't ask any questions. Amelie knew all of Adeline's engagements. Adeline's lax attitude didn't make Amelie raise any questions at the moment for it and Adeline was grateful. She was slowly getting better at getting her mother off her case as much. She was very grateful for getting her where she is but sometimes she was far too much for even Adeline to deal with.
"Fine but I will be calling to confirm it today. So no plans for dinner tomorrow night." Amelie walked to the back of the house going toward the other phone. Adeline sighed rubbing her face in her hands. They had more filming in the week going on not in Syracuse but back in Manhattan. Her small jet would pick her up and drop her off so she didn't have to be stuck in the car with her driver for 8 hours.
She looked at the clock and felt her pulse jump. She had an appointment to get to soon, if she was late that would only give Kai more of a reason to whine. "Ms. Jones would you like your dress steamed early and hung up for tomorrow?" Her maid asked. "Not today. It would wrinkle by the time I wore it. Do it first thing tomorrow morning." The woman nodded and left to tend to other things with the other house keeper.
Adeline began to put on her shoes and grab her purse when she heard the door open. She didn't expect any visitors let alone one who could unlock her door but she immediately identified him. The 6'5 black man with a grey and black beard and kind eyes was right there making the slightest grin on her face appear. Her father.
"Dad I didn't know you were coming over." She walked up to him. Jaimie wrapped his arms around her giving her a squeeze. "I am just coming to get your mother. But I hoped I would catch you." He kissed her forehead. "How are you baby it's been a month?"
Adeline nodded. "I am good. All is going good." She answered pretty basically. Jaimie laughed. "That's all your old man gets? Man I gonna have to drag my a** down here to see you more aren't I?" Truthfully since Adeline stayed in upstate NY more than Manhattan she didn't get to see her dad too often since his job was there. But she would like to see him more if possible.
"Where's momma?" He asked with a look a love but also annoyance in his eyes. "On the phone with my potential husband." She waved toward the kitchen. Jaimie eyes looked less excited. " I swear this is why I don't live with her... I can't believe she's putting you both through this BS all because of a stupid-"
"Dad.. I want this life. I like it and it is doing wonders for us. I have to go I will see you both soon." She pecked his cheek and hurried out to the garage where her car was waiting for her. She knew she unintentional started a fight and was leaving but honestly sometimes vexing her mother was worth it.
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The Pretty Girl
Romansa"Can't you just turn it on?" She huffed irritated tapping her foot anxiously. Her red bottom heals were too nice for a place with uneven pavement, tire marks, gas and oil all over the ground. She was humiliated being seen here in this sh*tty shop bu...