Damaged Goods

Chapter Fifteen

"Sometimes good people make bad choices,
And sometimes bad people make good choices.
At the end of the day, we're all human and we all make mistakes" _______________________

A couple of weeks had passed since me and Dan had hung out and I mean had a conversation for longer than a couple of minutes.

I had been called into work the day after our 'date' and hadn't had a day off since, whilst Dan was busy doing whatever probably something to do with the encounter I had with the not so pleasant guy outside both of our apartments...

Today was my first day in what seems like years that I had a few hours, during the day, off of work and I was going to the shops to look for a new outfit. It was for the up coming show that was being held at the bar I work at and I needed something that screamed 'sexy', but not trashy. I needed to appeal people, but not make the place look like a brothel.

Even my off hours evolved around work!

I was going from shop to shop in my black and white mini grid skirt, a black crop top that ties up around the neck along with a denim jacket and black heeled booties. Hands down my favourite outfit.

However, finding an outfit had not been in my favour at all today, as a result I was wandering around aimlessly catching glimpses of myself in the stores windows.

I was giving up and had decided I would come back again when they gave me another day off, or just tell them I hadn't been able to find one.

Walking back towards the busy streets of New York I lifted my hand up attempting to signal a taxi to pull over.

"Excuse me, madam?" I turn around at the voice and notice a smart looking women and man both looking in their 30's perhaps nearing their 40's standing a few feet away.

They were both dressed in smart/casual wear with the lady in a pencil skirt and a blouse and the guy in smart dress pants with a shirt tucked in. They didn't look like they belonged here never mind talking to me, but trying not to sound rude I respond with a simple "yes?"

"We work for a modelling agency called 'Mallora' and are scouting for new models along the streets of NY," the women starts before looking at the man next to her signalling for him to continue.

"Yes, we haven't been too lucky yet, but we were just leaving when we saw you."

The women once again takes over, "you see, we need someone of, let's say, high standards to model in our cat walk happening in approximately 2/3 months. You're the perfect candidate. Obviously, we'll need to discuss details etc... but if you agree then it won't be that hard!"

Confused, shocked and a little wary I go over everything that's going on. This is a joke. It must be a joke.

"And if I say no?" Is all I can say and all I need to say.

"Well, then that'll be a terrible shame. Great things could come from this, madam. You look young and doing this will give you the recognition and everything else you need to start up a great career in whatever you want to do."

I just stand there, staring at them as if they had grown 3 heads within the time we had spoken. Well, no, they had spoken. I had just listened.