Pretty Girl Tears

Chapter 48

"You look stressed short skirt! Need me to throw something at somebody?"

"Well I did fire 20 models yesterday so... my elite crew is gone.."

Camila huffed sinking back into her chair with a pen being thrown down into the desk furious that she now had to find 20 new elite models before the new walk campaign, Fallon walked over to her side of the desk examining the sheet of paper that had various names scribbled and scratched over in a format even she couldn't fathom to understand

"Can't you just bump existing models up? Hire newbies for your floor crew?"

"That's what I'm trying to do.. but I'm too bias.. they're all good but not Lauren good.. that's the problem!"

Fallon sighed running her painted fingertips over the table before instantly lighting up like a lightbulb, her brain coming up with an idea she only hoped the younger would enjoy.. she for sure would

"Well... how about a model boot camp type of thing? Put them through their paces and see who comes out on top? Also get the most honest person you know to judge it.."

Camila glanced up at her model assistant with a glint of hope in her eyes as she grabbed the paper in front to screw it into a tight ball beside her landing it perfectly in the trash before standing from within her chair

"I like that.. but who would be the most honest person I know? Everyone around here talks utter bullshit most of the time.. even Sam.."

"Uhh.. hello?! Lauren? She's incapable of lying! She'll be honest.. maybe a little too honest but it could work?"

Camila winked down towards the floor nodding back in agreement before reaching down to grab for the office phone sending out a quick call for her girlfriend to run up and meet them, it only took a few moments for her ivory thighs to come happily strutting in before Camila lent back against the desk with folded arms

"Baby what do you think about model 304? The one who runs page 27?"

"Darla? She's brain dead.. can't even lace her own shoes! Oh and she stole from your diamond box last week!"

She smiled happily not even noticing how honest she had been as both Camila and Fallon gave each other a confused yet cautious look, Lauren hadn't noticed however as her eyes roll over the room aimlessly in her own little world

"Wh- ok we're talking about that later! But Fallon you're right, this could work!"

She spoke catching Lauren's attention as her dark brows furrowed into their direction, her innocent intrigue spiking as she began walking towards her girlfriends side lacing her arm around her waist before asking what she had meant...

"What could work? Was that a trick? Because she really did steal diamonds it wasn't me?"

"No tricks baby, we're trying to bump up 20 models into the elite crew but we need honest opinions on them all in terms of ability rather than drama.. so.. think you could help?"

Lauren nod back with a cheeky grimace eliciting a small giggle from Fallon who was almost proud of her quick thinking idea, it would work.. hopefully!

A few hours later over 200 models stood in formation all wearing equally fitting dresses while Lauren and Camila sat upon a trunk case full of shoes, papers and names in hand while Fallon direct each to stand individually for inspection

"Nope, takes too long to get ready"

Lauren spoke as a fair haired girl stood up only to immediately be told to leave the room thanks to the elders judgment, another few stood up all receiving her harsh hand before a familiar girl stood.. one that had bullied Lauren in the past causing her eyes to instantly force into a hooded grimace of hate