Super Models
Mari Jiwe McCabe stared up at the home of her new modeling agency - McCabe Models. It was one of many buildings on Fifth Avenue, but this one…it had something special about it. She could feel it. It’s glass and stone façade, it’s old-world glamour. The grotesques on either side of the steps that recalled foxes.
Yes. I was meant to find you.
She grinned and looked to her right to see a handsome man dressed in a tailor-made, dark grey pinstriped suit standing next to her. Roland Ramsey, Mari’s assistant. She’d met him backstage at a fashion show years ago, working with food services, and she’d immediately seen his potential. In the years since, he hadn’t come up much and Mari, liking him well enough, had called to see if he’d like a brand new job. He’d accepted the position immediately. “What do you think?”
“After having worked here for a week, setting everything up? I think we did a damn fine job.”
Mari nodded, proud. “We did. We really did.” Her eyes shone brightly, and her thousand-watt smile light up her face. “Wow. I’ve kind of dreamed of this. For awhile now. This is…so much better than hosting USA’s Next Supermodel. Or having a few subpar perfumes in my name out.”
“You know that Paige Monroe wants to be the new host, right?”
“It’s not going to happen. I’m still producer. And Giuliana St. James is the new host.”
“Oh, yes, that’ll go over well.”
Mari shrugged. “I may dislike Giuliana, but she’s the lesser evil over Paige. It was a necessary decision to make. If Paige has an issue with it, she can take it up with me. She knows that we’ve been rivals from day one.” She looks at Roland. “Come on. We should probably get some food set up. Beatriz is coming over soon, and she said she wanted to bring a friend of hers to meet me.” She smiles. “Another potential model, I believe.”
Yes. I was meant to find you.
She grinned and looked to her right to see a handsome man dressed in a tailor-made, dark grey pinstriped suit standing next to her. Roland Ramsey, Mari’s assistant. She’d met him backstage at a fashion show years ago, working with food services, and she’d immediately seen his potential. In the years since, he hadn’t come up much and Mari, liking him well enough, had called to see if he’d like a brand new job. He’d accepted the position immediately. “What do you think?”
“After having worked here for a week, setting everything up? I think we did a damn fine job.”
Mari nodded, proud. “We did. We really did.” Her eyes shone brightly, and her thousand-watt smile light up her face. “Wow. I’ve kind of dreamed of this. For awhile now. This is…so much better than hosting USA’s Next Supermodel. Or having a few subpar perfumes in my name out.”
“You know that Paige Monroe wants to be the new host, right?”
“It’s not going to happen. I’m still producer. And Giuliana St. James is the new host.”
“Oh, yes, that’ll go over well.”
Mari shrugged. “I may dislike Giuliana, but she’s the lesser evil over Paige. It was a necessary decision to make. If Paige has an issue with it, she can take it up with me. She knows that we’ve been rivals from day one.” She looks at Roland. “Come on. We should probably get some food set up. Beatriz is coming over soon, and she said she wanted to bring a friend of hers to meet me.” She smiles. “Another potential model, I believe.”