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Cross here is a Olympic discipline. You have to be 100 meter world champion to have a chance to reach the other sidewalk in one piece. [If that's how it is, play with my charms.] I take off my coat and take off my hat. My dress is not very long and the wind blowing slightly makes my hair fly. I'm just walking along the sidewalk and pouting so that all those crazy people in the wheel understand that they're blocking me. The traffic suddenly becomes slower. Little time later, the way is already free when well-meaning gentlemen give way to us. I make them a big smile, then I burst out laughing in the middle of the road. The men are so weak, so pathetic, two legs, two breasts and the cars stop. Eleanor near me is shocked by my turn of events, the nerve that I showed but especially my behavior. If she is already shocked, she will soon succumb to a heart attack because I do this stuff very often. To be a woman is above all to use her charms, it is our only advantage against the brute force of the other sex. Upon entering the hotel, I wait by a plant while Eleanor makes us announce. Being announced is a stupid standard procedure when you are expected but necessary and therefore must be respected.
"Lisa, it's you?"
This voice, I can not forget, belongs to the person with whom I spent the most time last year, we broke off contact when I left Wilhelmina Models while our relationship was very intimate. Well, she was like a big sister to me, doubled by my lover, why did we separate ourselves like that, no idea, but that voice, it's her. I see my Cindy just as moved as I. "Hello Cindy, you would not have shrunk yet?"
She laughs and cries at the same time. My throat is dry, my heart beats so fast that I have a lot of trouble breathing properly, my voice trembles and I have a lot of trouble hiding my emotions. I keep my eyes wide open because I know that if I blink even once, a fountain of tears will come out. That's precisely why I did not contact him again. Facing her, I am too sensitive and fragile. At this very moment, I desire only one thing, to throw myself into his arms. "Lisa silly, it's you who keeps growing up. More than five months we have not seen each other but you do not change, I am very happy, so happy to see you Lisa. Sorry, my emotions are overflowing. I will calm down. Congratulations, my dear, you've become a very famous person so quickly that maybe I'll have I to bow to you."
Ahh, my heart hurts so badly. I want to escape this place right away but Eleanor is behind four people. "If you bow to me, I will never speak to you again. Hum, I'm also very happy to see you Cindy and your breasts are still so big. Are you still working for Wilhelmina Models?"
Do not smile like that when you have tears in your eyes I beg you, resist will become impossible. "Be serious a little. I know you have trouble expressing your emotions but do not talk about my breasts during our reunion, it spoils the beauty of this event. To answer your question, yes, I'm taking care of a young 18 year old model. Unfortunately his career does not take off. She has the physique, she has the ability, but her character is so bad that she is already almost finished in the fashion world. No one wants to work with her and I am forced to beg for small contracts here and there. I confess that working with such a person is a nightmare. She treats me like a 'next to nothing' and I can not do anything about it."
Another one of these pretentious slut who thinks herself above the others and who will finish her career before her 20 years for this reason. "I'll be more serious, promise. Are you here to accompany this bitch?"
Cindy shakes her head and strokes slowly my hair as before. Inspire, exhale and take on you Lisa. "Lisa, be polite. Not at all, I brought a file to a colleague. My dear little protege has been out of work for more than three weeks and therefore, even while fighting for her, I have plenty of free time."
"Lisa, we can ride. We are expected by ... Excuse me, I did not see you talking to anyone. Hello Miss, Eleanor Hamond, I'm since very recently Lisa's agent, glad to meet you. Lisa, I'm sorry but we can't stay on forever."
A little relieved and very sad, I nod. "Cindy, I wish you good luck for the rest with this plague and if I meet her, I kick her ass."
Cindy laughs and shakes her head. "No need to come to such extremes. Lisa, do not leave me without news. Call me, I'll call you anyway. I miss you."
After a quick start, Eleanor looks at me secretly but does not dare ask the question that burns her lips. "Eleanor, stop being restrained with me. Yes that's right, I like women more than men. I like both sex to be more precise and I am particularly greedy at this level as far as you know it. Now that you know, could you please to avoid looking at me discreetly, it's annoying."
"Ah, I, I, I understand, that's fine."
3rd floor, a floor like all the others if you do not take into account the dozen pretty girls waiting in the hallway. I recognize tens of the twelve. They welcome me as they are used to. If their eyes could kill, no doubt I would already be dead instantly. My dear comrades and colleagues who like me go through the catwalk still do not seem to like me much and that does not get any better when we go directly into bedroom 306 while they wait to be invited by the assistants to do the same. thing. As always, once again, sweet words are addressed to me, but given those who spoke them, I do not care.
Decidedly, it's reunion day but what does a marketing assistant do here? "You?"
The man bursts out laughing at my surprise. "Me!"
This man is the first person I worked with at Isabel Marant but he is not a fashion designer assistant so why is he here? "Hello Mister Dumont, I'm Eleanor Hamond, we just spoke on the phone."
Serge or rather Mister Dumont smiled at me. "Nice to meet you Madam Hamond, call me Serges like our Lisa here. Yes Lisa, as you see, we will work together again. You seem surprised Lisa. Do you think I will not be able to make you even more beautiful."
Idiot, you're just a French flirty. "Serge, I thought you were assistant marketing assistant. Have you changed jobs in the meantime? Do you have two specialties? Ahhh, I do not understand anything, it annoys me."
Stop laughing silly. "Not at all, I'm only a marketing assistant in my spare time, my real job and this one and now I'll only take care of you. I will be your private assistant."
What is he saying? Private assistant, does that exist? I look at Eleanor so that she gives me an answer but obviously, they did not warn him either. "Why am I entitled to a private assistant?"
Stop smiling or I'll slap you. "Very simple. We know that during this fashion week competitors will try to recruit you and therefore, we intend to review your contract with you. We can not afford to let you go and this new contract will obviously, be to your advantage. Of course, the private assistant is a little extra, a little privilege for Miss Lisa."
If they want to give me more money, that they do it. Especially as before, I have refused the proposals that have been made to me. "So let's have a good collaboration, my dear Serge."
"Excellent French, dear Lisa, and now at work."
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Cross here is a Olympic discipline. You have to be 100 meter world champion to have a chance to reach the other sidewalk in one piece. [If that's how it is, play with my charms.] I take off my coat and take off my hat. My dress is not very long and the wind blowing slightly makes my hair fly. I'm just walking along the sidewalk and pouting so that all those crazy people in the wheel understand that they're blocking me. The traffic suddenly becomes slower. Little time later, the way is already free when well-meaning gentlemen give way to us. I make them a big smile, then I burst out laughing in the middle of the road. The men are so weak, so pathetic, two legs, two breasts and the cars stop. Eleanor near me is shocked by my turn of events, the nerve that I showed but especially my behavior. If she is already shocked, she will soon succumb to a heart attack because I do this stuff very often. To be a woman is above all to use her charms, it is our only advantage against the brute force of the other sex. Upon entering the hotel, I wait by a plant while Eleanor makes us announce. Being announced is a stupid standard procedure when you are expected but necessary and therefore must be respected.
"Lisa, it's you?"
This voice, I can not forget, belongs to the person with whom I spent the most time last year, we broke off contact when I left Wilhelmina Models while our relationship was very intimate. Well, she was like a big sister to me, doubled by my lover, why did we separate ourselves like that, no idea, but that voice, it's her. I see my Cindy just as moved as I. "Hello Cindy, you would not have shrunk yet?"
She laughs and cries at the same time. My throat is dry, my heart beats so fast that I have a lot of trouble breathing properly, my voice trembles and I have a lot of trouble hiding my emotions. I keep my eyes wide open because I know that if I blink even once, a fountain of tears will come out. That's precisely why I did not contact him again. Facing her, I am too sensitive and fragile. At this very moment, I desire only one thing, to throw myself into his arms. "Lisa silly, it's you who keeps growing up. More than five months we have not seen each other but you do not change, I am very happy, so happy to see you Lisa. Sorry, my emotions are overflowing. I will calm down. Congratulations, my dear, you've become a very famous person so quickly that maybe I'll have I to bow to you."
Ahh, my heart hurts so badly. I want to escape this place right away but Eleanor is behind four people. "If you bow to me, I will never speak to you again. Hum, I'm also very happy to see you Cindy and your breasts are still so big. Are you still working for Wilhelmina Models?"
Do not smile like that when you have tears in your eyes I beg you, resist will become impossible. "Be serious a little. I know you have trouble expressing your emotions but do not talk about my breasts during our reunion, it spoils the beauty of this event. To answer your question, yes, I'm taking care of a young 18 year old model. Unfortunately his career does not take off. She has the physique, she has the ability, but her character is so bad that she is already almost finished in the fashion world. No one wants to work with her and I am forced to beg for small contracts here and there. I confess that working with such a person is a nightmare. She treats me like a 'next to nothing' and I can not do anything about it."
Another one of these pretentious slut who thinks herself above the others and who will finish her career before her 20 years for this reason. "I'll be more serious, promise. Are you here to accompany this bitch?"
Cindy shakes her head and strokes slowly my hair as before. Inspire, exhale and take on you Lisa. "Lisa, be polite. Not at all, I brought a file to a colleague. My dear little protege has been out of work for more than three weeks and therefore, even while fighting for her, I have plenty of free time."
"Lisa, we can ride. We are expected by ... Excuse me, I did not see you talking to anyone. Hello Miss, Eleanor Hamond, I'm since very recently Lisa's agent, glad to meet you. Lisa, I'm sorry but we can't stay on forever."
A little relieved and very sad, I nod. "Cindy, I wish you good luck for the rest with this plague and if I meet her, I kick her ass."
Cindy laughs and shakes her head. "No need to come to such extremes. Lisa, do not leave me without news. Call me, I'll call you anyway. I miss you."
After a quick start, Eleanor looks at me secretly but does not dare ask the question that burns her lips. "Eleanor, stop being restrained with me. Yes that's right, I like women more than men. I like both sex to be more precise and I am particularly greedy at this level as far as you know it. Now that you know, could you please to avoid looking at me discreetly, it's annoying."
"Ah, I, I, I understand, that's fine."
3rd floor, a floor like all the others if you do not take into account the dozen pretty girls waiting in the hallway. I recognize tens of the twelve. They welcome me as they are used to. If their eyes could kill, no doubt I would already be dead instantly. My dear comrades and colleagues who like me go through the catwalk still do not seem to like me much and that does not get any better when we go directly into bedroom 306 while they wait to be invited by the assistants to do the same. thing. As always, once again, sweet words are addressed to me, but given those who spoke them, I do not care.
Decidedly, it's reunion day but what does a marketing assistant do here? "You?"
The man bursts out laughing at my surprise. "Me!"
This man is the first person I worked with at Isabel Marant but he is not a fashion designer assistant so why is he here? "Hello Mister Dumont, I'm Eleanor Hamond, we just spoke on the phone."
Serge or rather Mister Dumont smiled at me. "Nice to meet you Madam Hamond, call me Serges like our Lisa here. Yes Lisa, as you see, we will work together again. You seem surprised Lisa. Do you think I will not be able to make you even more beautiful."
Idiot, you're just a French flirty. "Serge, I thought you were assistant marketing assistant. Have you changed jobs in the meantime? Do you have two specialties? Ahhh, I do not understand anything, it annoys me."
Stop laughing silly. "Not at all, I'm only a marketing assistant in my spare time, my real job and this one and now I'll only take care of you. I will be your private assistant."
What is he saying? Private assistant, does that exist? I look at Eleanor so that she gives me an answer but obviously, they did not warn him either. "Why am I entitled to a private assistant?"
Stop smiling or I'll slap you. "Very simple. We know that during this fashion week competitors will try to recruit you and therefore, we intend to review your contract with you. We can not afford to let you go and this new contract will obviously, be to your advantage. Of course, the private assistant is a little extra, a little privilege for Miss Lisa."
If they want to give me more money, that they do it. Especially as before, I have refused the proposals that have been made to me. "So let's have a good collaboration, my dear Serge."
"Excellent French, dear Lisa, and now at work."
Cross here is a Olympic discipline. You have to be 100 meter world champion to have a chance to reach the other sidewalk in one piece. If that's how it is, play with my charms. I take off my coat and take off my hat. My dress is not very long and the wind blowing slightly makes my hair fly. I'm just walking along the sidewalk and pouting so that all those crazy people in the wheel understand that they're blocking me. The traffic suddenly becomes slower. Little time later, the way is already free when well-meaning gentlemen give way to us. I make them a big smile, then I burst out laughing in the middle of the road. The men are so weak, so pathetic, two legs, two breasts and the cars stop. Eleanor near me is shocked by my turn of events, the nerve that I showed but especially my behavior. If she is already shocked, she will soon succumb to a heart attack because I do this stuff very often. To be a woman is above all to use her charms, it is our only advantage against the brute force of the other sex. Upon entering the hotel, I wait by a plant while Eleanor makes us announce. Being announced is a stupid standard procedure when you are expected but necessary and therefore must be respected."Lisa, it's you?"This voice, I can not forget, belongs to the person with whom I spent the most time last year, we broke off contact when I left Wilhelmina Models while our relationship was very intimate. Well, she was like a big sister to me, doubled by my lover, why did we separate ourselves like that, no idea, but that voice, it's her. I see my Cindy just as moved as I. "Hello Cindy, you would not have shrunk yet?"She laughs and cries at the same time. My throat is dry, my heart beats so fast that I have a lot of trouble breathing properly, my voice trembles and I have a lot of trouble hiding my emotions. I keep my eyes wide open because I know that if I blink even once, a fountain of tears will come out. That's precisely why I did not contact him again. Facing her, I am too sensitive and fragile. At this very moment, I desire only one thing, to throw myself into his arms. "Lisa silly, it's you who keeps growing up. More than five months we have not seen each other but you do not change, I am very happy, so happy to see you Lisa. Sorry, my emotions are overflowing. I will calm down. Congratulations, my dear, you've become a very famous person so quickly that maybe I'll have I to bow to you."Ahh, my heart hurts so badly. I want to escape this place right away but Eleanor is behind four people. "If you bow to me, I will never speak to you again. Hum, I'm also very happy to see you Cindy and your breasts are still so big. Are you still working for Wilhelmina Models?"Do not smile like that when you have tears in your eyes I beg you, resist will become impossible. "Be serious a little. I know you have trouble expressing your emotions but do not talk about my breasts during our reunion, it spoils the beauty of this event. To answer your question, yes, I'm taking care of a young 18 year old model. Unfortunately his career does not take off. She has the physique, she has the ability, but her character is so bad that she is already almost finished in the fashion world. No one wants to work with her and I am forced to beg for small contracts here and there. I confess that working with such a person is a nightmare. She treats me like a 'next to nothing' and I can not do anything about it."Another one of these pretentious slut who thinks herself above the others and who will finish her career before her 20 years for this reason. "I'll be more serious, promise. Are you here to accompany this bitch?"Cindy shakes her head and strokes slowly my hair as before. Inspire, exhale and take on you Lisa. "Lisa, be polite. Not at all, I brought a file to a colleague. My dear little protege has been out of work for more than three weeks and therefore, even while fighting for her, I have plenty of free time.""Lisa, we can ride. We are expected by ... Excuse me, I did not see you talking to anyone. Hello Miss, Eleanor Hamond, I'm since very recently Lisa's agent, glad to meet you. Lisa, I'm sorry but we can't stay on forever."A little relieved and very sad, I nod. "Cindy, I wish you good luck for the rest with this plague and if I meet her, I kick her ass."Cindy laughs and shakes her head. "No need to come to such extremes. Lisa, do not leave me without news. Call me, I'll call you anyway. I miss you."After a quick start, Eleanor looks at me secretly but does not dare ask the question that burns her lips. "Eleanor, stop being restrained with me. Yes that's right, I like women more than men. I like both sex to be more precise and I am particularly greedy at this level as far as you know it. Now that you know, could you please to avoid looking at me discreetly, it's annoying.""Ah, I, I, I understand, that's fine."3rd floor, a floor like all the others if you do not take into account the dozen pretty girls waiting in the hallway. I recognize tens of the twelve. They welcome me as they are used to. If their eyes could kill, no doubt I would already be dead instantly. My dear comrades and colleagues who like me go through the catwalk still do not seem to like me much and that does not get any better when we go directly into bedroom 306 while they wait to be invited by the assistants to do the same. thing. As always, once again, sweet words are addressed to me, but given those who spoke them, I do not care.Decidedly, it's reunion day but what does a marketing assistant do here? "You?"The man bursts out laughing at my surprise. "Me!"This man is the first person I worked with at Isabel Marant but he is not a fashion designer assistant so why is he here? "Hello Mister Dumont, I'm Eleanor Hamond, we just spoke on the phone."Serge or rather Mister Dumont smiled at me. "Nice to meet you Madam Hamond, call me Serges like our Lisa here. Yes Lisa, as you see, we will work together again. You seem surprised Lisa. Do you think I will not be able to make you even more beautiful."Idiot, you're just a French flirty. "Serge, I thought you were assistant marketing assistant. Have you changed jobs in the meantime? Do you have two specialties? Ahhh, I do not understand anything, it annoys me."Stop laughing silly. "Not at all, I'm only a marketing assistant in my spare time, my real job and this one and now I'll only take care of you. I will be your private assistant."What is he saying? Private assistant, does that exist? I look at Eleanor so that she gives me an answer but obviously, they did not warn him either. "Why am I entitled to a private assistant?"Stop smiling or I'll slap you. "Very simple. We know that during this fashion week competitors will try to recruit you and therefore, we intend to review your contract with you. We can not afford to let you go and this new contract will obviously, be to your advantage. Of course, the private assistant is a little extra, a little privilege for Miss Lisa."If they want to give me more money, that they do it. Especially as before, I have refused the proposals that have been made to me. "So let's have a good collaboration, my dear Serge.""Excellent French, dear Lisa, and now at work."
