The Dead Killer

Chapter Fifteen

The next morning I get a call.
I do not recognize the number, but I answer anyway.
"Hello?" I say.
"Is this Sophia Walker the model?" The obviously male voice says.
"This is she. Who are you?" I reply.
"I'm a photographer. I have my own business, and I need some more models for my business." The man says.
"You're a photographer? Like every other person who calls me. Can I have a name?" I ask.
"Damien Wires. I need some models to be in ads for my business." He says.
"Will I have to pay you for the shots you take?" I ask.
"You'd actually want to purchase them?" He asks.
"Of course!" I reply.
"Then no. They're on me if you do me this favor." He says.
"Alright I will do it. When?" I ask.
"Tomorrow?" He asks.
"That works." I reply.
"Really? I figured that would be too soon." Damien says.
"Not at all. I have actually not been scheduled for a while. I don't have anything going on." I reply.
"Okay, awesome! How's 1pm?" He asks.
"Perfect." I reply.
"Awesome jome to the shop. My photography room is ready." He says.
"Amazing, oh and is there anything specific you'd like me to wear?" I ask. I usually ask this when I am preparing for a photo shoot to make sure the picture turns out exactly how they want it. Plus it would be nice if they were specific.
"A midlength blue dress would be great. If you don't have one----" he starts.
"I do. Thanks. See you tomorrow." I cut him off.
"Great. See you tomorrow, Miss Walker." Damien says.
"See you tomorrow!!" I reply a little too enthusiastically. Then I hang up.
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I wake up the next morning at around 11, and I shower.
Then I put on the blue dress.
Then I call Damien.
He answers on the first ring.
"Miss Walker! Good morning." He says.
"Good morning, Damien. I actually had a question about the shoot later." I say.
"Oh, go ahead. What is it?" He asks.
"I know what clothes to wear but what about my hair?" I ask.
"Do you ever straighten your hair?" He asks.
"Yes." I reply.
"Please straighten it if you will. Oh and makeup is optional. Completely up to you. But if you do wear makeup, minimilize it please." Damien says.
"Got it." I reply.
"Yes well, see you later." Damien says.
"Thanks, Damien. Bye." I reply.
Then I hang up.
I lay out what I need to put on later.
Then I get amother call.
The ID says Grayson Thorne.
I answer.
"Hello?" Man I'm tired of saying that.
"Hey." Grayson says.
"What's up?" I ask.
"Nothing really. I hope you don't mind that I called." He says.
"Oh no not at all. I was actually on the phone with someone else and got off just in time." I reply.
"Oh. If you don't mind me asking who were you talking to?" Grayson says.
"A businessman. He wanted me to model some ads for his place." I reply.
"That's great!" Grayson exclaims.
"Yeah it is. Especially since I haven't worked in a while." I reply.
He nods.
"Yeah. I'll show you some of the shots when I get them. I'm guessing he will text them to me." I say.
"Cool. You don't have to do that though. I mean like if you don't want to." He says.
"No its fine." I reply.
"Okay." He says.
"So um I'll talk to you later, Grayson." I say after a while of silence.
"Alright, Sophia. Talk to you later." He replies.
Then I wait for him to end the call. He just sits there in silence and waits for me to end the call.
I laugh then he laughs.
Then I decide to finally hang up.

A/N:I thought that was a good place to end the chapter since Grayson and Sophia had a cute little thing there. Also, I'm trying to keep this story interesting but its a bit of a process so please keep that in mind as you're thinking "man this chapter sucks." So yeah, thanks. I'm hoping that this chapter is a good length. I wasn't really sure what I wanted to happen this chapter and so far the word count is 719 so yeah. (722)