Model [H.S.]

17.

Xavier-

"Yes, I have underwear packed!" I yelled over the phone to my older sister Jessica

"I'm just making sure, you're a 17 year old boy"

"Exactly so I should be able to pack by myself"

"Mom told my to make sure you were packed right"

"Speaking of mom... How is she?"

Jessica-

"She's fine, I finally got her out of the house. Had to call some of her friends" I replied to my little brother

"So what are you even doing while you pester me about packing?"

"Checking our flight times and tickets. Plus I'm bout to head into a meeting"

"Okay, well im gonna go then. I love you"

"Love you"

I hung up and stood to enter the meeting room. When I entered, There were a few people inside chatting. I took a seat at the end of the long glass table. Everyone was seated when the big boss came in. 

I had yearly checks on my company from him. Yeah, I owned my company and everything about it. The thing is, I had to get the money to start my company from somewhere. He loaned it to me and helped me get to where I'm at now. He checked the company to see if his money is going to waist or not.

He sat across from me and relaxed back into his seat. I gulped, feeling nervous. If he didn't like something I did, he could take away the building. It was his in the first place. He opened up a notebook and grabbed a pen, ready to take notes on what I had to say.

"Ms.Salvator let's start shall we"

I stood up and straightened out my outfit. I was ready for this. Maybe.

"So Ms.Salvator you are now 21?"

"Yes sir. I started the company when I was 19"

"Tell us about the company in your own words"

"Model is a fashion company. I have many models on file for other companies. They can call and request models and they pay hourly for their use. We also have photographers that can be requested for photo shoots. They are also paid hourly also. Lastly we have a clothing line and it's shown in the monthly issues and online."

"How many request do you think happen a month?"

"A lot sir. We get plenty of request during one week, so it would add up to a lot by the end of a month"

"Can you tell me about your employees?"

"Everyone dresses in what I like to call 'street style'. I have both males and females working for me. If someone doesn't do their job right after two times they are fired"

"So that's something you would wear at the office?"

I looked down at my clothes. A maroon cami tank top and some black ripped up jeans. Matched with some black leather heeled ankle boots.

"Yes, The company sells a certain style of clothing and I would like my employees to show the style off. You shouldn't sell clothes if you don't want to wear them yourself"

"I like your way of thinking Salvator. You're doing great with my building and with your company"

"Thank you sir, come by and visit anytime"

"I will be doing so soon, Have a nice day"

I nod my head and smile to myself as I exit the meeting room. I walked to the lobby and found my driver sitting by the door. He stood when he saw me and we walked to the car. I needed to get home and ready for my flight. I would be landing tonight around 8, same with Xavier.