Sample 2.

"Gucci would like you to be their fall/winter model! How exciting is that?" Samuel Brown had rushed into Amber's office, bursting with pure excitement. He was practically skipping with each step he took and Amber had to bite down on her bottom lip in order to keep herself from outright laughing at him. "I heard, Sam." she replied once he had calmed down enough to process her words. "My mother called to let me know this morning and I have already turned them down." Just like that, Sam's expression turned from happy to sour in a matter of seconds. "Why on earth would you do something so silly? Are you not right in the head?" Her assistant was never one to hold anything back and today was clearly no exception.

Amber simply rolled her eyes, but her genuine smile never faltered. "I already have too much on my plate, Sam. I cannot leave London right now, not when I already have so much to do." Her assistant made that look of clear disappointment, shaking his head so that he could really make his disapproval seen and felt. "I quit. I can't work for you anymore." Sam quit at least four times weekly and so Amber knew not to take that seriously. "Thank you, Sam." She said in a tone that suggested their conversation was over. "Fine." he huffed. "But don't forget you're meeting at twelve today." And just like that, he turned on his heel and walked from her office. Amber was almost certain she heard him mumble some mild insults under his breath, but again, that was simply Sam being Sam. Ever since Amber had hired him two years ago, Sam had become the bitchy angel on her shoulder, and she loved him for it.


Her meeting was in forty-fives minutes and that meant she needed to quickly complete her current task. On the desk before her were two dozen high quality photos of last night's bathing-suit photo shoot and it was up to Amber to decide which went into the magazine and which went to the garbage. The model in the photo was great, but there was something about the whole setup that Amber didn't quite like. Perhaps it was the overdone hair, or maybe even the heavy make-up. She thought that in this case, simple would be better. Perhaps she would call in the photographer to take some more shots. It would cost more money and take up way too much time, but she didn't like anything being half-assed — not when it came to her company. She sighed deeply and stacked the photos up, then placed them neatly in the folder from which they came. They would have to be redone, only this time she would be the model. It was the only she things would get done to her liking.