“First off, I made no money at the bar. Nada, zip, zilch—which meant I didn’t have any cab fare to get home, just my sore feet dragging me through the cold, windy streets. At least it wasn’t snowing. My misery didn’t end there. I’d gotten a voice mail from Britt’s agent, Marlys, telling me that she had more clients than she could handle, but was glad that I’d considered her. I hadn’t even wanted Marlys as an agent, yet that rejection was like a punch to the gut. After I got home and thaw...ed myself out in the shower, I did what I had to do. I called Archer Modeling and made nice. “Hey Mindy,” I greeted. “Astrid,” she said, surprise evident in her voice. “Why did you call in on the main number, instead of my direct line?” “It was the only one I could remember,” I replied. “My phone is broken, and I have a new number.” “Wow.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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