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                                                                Chapter Twelve

        The next morning was a whirlwind. A call from June woke me up, and that was only the beginning, The beginning of Burberry.

        June rapped on my door like the apocalupse was occurring out there and my open door would be the key to her salvation. I groaned and trudged slowly to the heavy metal door to pull it open. My manager paused, mid-knock, and her eyes practically bulged from their sockets.

        "It is seven thirty-five in the morning and you're just now up? We meet the crew at eight thirty!"

        I raised my arms above my head in a stretch and let a noisy yawn slip out of my mouth. "We have time. Where do we meet them?"

        "Down by THE pier," she said urgently, her eyebrows pulling together tautly. Funny, I thought she'd had her forehead botoxed.

        I had no idea what the significance of THE pier was, but I interpreted the urgent tone as "we need to go-- now."

        "Give me five minutes and I'll meet you downstairs. Do you have a cab waiting?"

        June raised her eyerbrows as though surprised I even asked such an obvious question. She flashed me her hand, signaling five minutes, and disappeared back outside.

        I darted to my room and lunged into the ensuite, immediately throwing my hair up in a messy ponytail and combing my fingers through the haphazard waves in a vain attempt to tame the bedhead beast. My contacts were quickly popped in before I moved over to my closet. Winter time was rapidly descending upon New York, so tearing off my pajamas was a reluctant task, one I did not enjoy. I pulled on some Lucky skinny jeans and a navy and cream polka dot sweater from Forever 21. I nabbed my brown suede jacket, shoved my feet into a random pair of comfortable looking boots, and snatched my phone up before making a final dash out the door.

        June opened the backseat of the taxi cab that thrummed with life and I all but dove in next to her. When I was late, June was late, and that was one thing (out of many) that June could not stand.

        "Thank the Lord," she exhaled with exasperation. "Two more minutes and it would've cost us this shoot. Sea, you can't blow this opportunity!"

        I bit my lip. "I'm sorry, June."

        She sighed. "After this shoot I think we should sit down to discuss some matters."

        "Okay," I said meekly. Whenever June got it in her head that we needed to sit down and "talk," it always ended up with her telling my mom about my "less than stellar" behavior, who in turn berated and guilt tripped me until I couldn't recall whether my less than peppy attitude was all my fault or if the whole thing was a misunderstanding that neither of them seemed to want to understand.

        My stomach remained tense for the remainder of the cab ride.

        At eight ten in the morning the taxi driver pulled up to this little cliff facing the Atlantic and stopped the vehicle. "Forty bucks," he drawled, sticking a paw out.

        June slapped two twenties into his hand and snapped at me to hurry up.

        The air was beyond chilly, even for October. I shivered and followed June. She marched us down an informal little sand hill that led us onto the beach's sand. A little into the distance, I spotted the shoot set up and felt my eyes go wide.