The Broken Mirror

Prologue

The photography studio was packed to the brim with models strutting around from backdrop to backdrop. Pictures were being taken for the newest issue of a magazine whose name is alluding my mind right now.

What I liked a bit about the modeling agency I was employed to wasn't like Victoria's Secret where the models are stick thin with nothing but lace bras and panties. We got to wear designer clothing from more company's than I could possibly count. Sometimes we even get to keep the clothes we wear, which saves me a ton of money. With this, I get to look like a million bucks without paying the price. What more could someone possibly ask for!

Cameras flashed from every angle as I struck multiple poses. The sudden bursts of light were somewhat blinding. Even though I've been doing this for almost three years, the camera flashes still came as a surprise to me. Most of the models have gotten full well used to the camera flashing and it doesn't faze them whatsoever, they've also been working here for at least twice as long as I have.

"You're good to go," I was told by the head camera man on this station. I flashed a quick little smile that I hoped was as bright as the camera's flash and stepped my way over to the next station I was due to go to. Before I stepped on the circular platform I felt a tug on my arm and was pulled over by one of the head honcho's of the modeling agency. Monsieur Demoine, as he prefers to be called, gave me a slight smile and half led, half pulled me into a nearby corner.

"I've got some good news for you," Monsieur Demoine started out, not yet telling me exactly what this supposed good news is. Monsieur is one of those people who takes news differently than the average person. Something that he thinks is good news is, nine times out of ten, bad to you and vice versa. I'm just hoping that this is one of the few instances where we're both on the same page.

"Good news to you or good news to me?" I questioned, finding no harm in asking him.

"I think in this instance it's good for the both of us," He answered. "One of those few instances."

"Then what is this good news?" I asked, him still not having said what it is yet.

"Other, much larger, modeling agencies have caught wind of stacks of photographs from our photoshoots and have an interest in a couple handful of models so they're being transferred. You were one of the many models on the shortlist," He informed.

"What agency wants me?" I asked. I was more than surprised by the fact that another, bigger, modeling agency actually wanted me. I had to try hard to get into this one, so another agency wanting me means a lot.

"Laney Modeling Agency," Monsieur answered.

"What kind of modeling do they do?" I questioned, not familiar with the name of this agency.

"They're primarily known for launderay but they do model other articles of clothing," He replied.

"Interesting," I muttered under my breath.

"So, are you in?" He asked, curious as to if I was going to go through with the agency transfer or just stay here.

"What's the catch?" I inquired, figuring that there would have to be some kind of catch because this, in all honesty, sounded too good to be true.

"They would like to you drop five pounds before the next shoot in two weeks," Monsieur said, my prediction as to what the catch would be being correct. "However, if you don't find it healthfully possible I will haggle with them," He added. Monsieur may seem a bit off upon first meeting him, first of all him wanting to be called monsieur and he's not even French, but he's one of the sweetest people I've encountered in this whole journey of mine and I get the feeling that he would do anything for my well-being.

"I'm pretty sure I'd be able to do that," I informed. "However, if you could possibly haggle a little bit more time out of them for me it would be greatly appreciated," I added.

"I'm pretty certain it's doable," He confirmed. "I'm going to miss you here at the agency but I always knew that you would move on to bigger and better things sooner or later. Now how about you get going home and I'll see you tomorrow," He added. "It's just about time for us all to clock out so there's no harm in letting you go early." "Thanks," I thanked quickly then got on my way.

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