Immersion Playground
Book #1: The Proposal
Chapter 6
A few minutes before ten Tuesday morning the doorbell rings at Charlie's front door. Charlie thinks it odd that Teri wouldn't ping her when she arrives and come into the office.
Charlie opens a ping. "Teri? The door's open. Come on back to the office."
"Uh, Charlie, I'm not there yet," Teri replies.
"Oh! Sorry. Well just come on in and back to the office when you get here. Now, let me see who is at the door. See you in a bit." She closes the link while she's walking to the door. She opens the door to see a smiling woman holding a dozen lovely yellow roses.
"Ms. Charlie Rose?" the woman asks.
"Yes."
"These are for you," the woman says, handing her the bouquet.
Charlie is stunned into momentary silence. "Who are they from?" she asks, trying to figure out who would send her flowers, and why.
"Don't know, ma'am," the woman says, backing away from the door. "There's a card attached."
The young woman nods curtly before jogging back to her delivery car. Charlie is still standing in the door as the young woman guns the car backwards into the street, stopping with a short squeal of tires before racing away.
She places the roses on the counter while she looks for something to put them in. After snipping the ends of the stems and placing the flowers in the water-filled vase, she is arranging them when Teri knocks lightly on the door before entering. Charlie looks up at her knock and waves her into the room.
"What beautiful flowers," Teri says, walking up behind Charlie. "Who are they from?"
"I don't know," Charlie says as she finishes arranging them in the vase. She picks up the card. "Let's see, shall we?" She opens the little envelope and removes the card. Flipping it open, she reads the message aloud for Teri. "
Charlie, thank you for all you have done for me over the years, but these flowers are to thank you for suggesting that I write a couples interface for immersions. I don't know why I didn't think of it myself. Hugs and kisses, Rick."
She smiles as she closes the card. Placing it back on the counter she turns to Teri. "They're from a friend. They are to say thank you for an idea I gave him."
"Must have been some idea," Teri says somewhat wistfully.
"We've been friends a long time, and he's a really good guy," she says, escorting Teri to her office.
"Is he single?" Teri asks hopefully.
Charlie giggles. "No, I'm afraid that not only is he happily married, but he is old enough to be your father."
"Oh," Teri says in disappointment, settling into a chair across from Charlie. "All the good ones are taken," she says with a dramatic pout.
"Oh, I'm sure there are still a few good ones out there," Charlie reassures her. "Now, the reason I asked you here today. There are a couple of reasons, actually. First, do you remember the shoot you did with William Barker a couple months ago? It was the shoot up in San Francisco for the fall line of Tindle's?"
"Yes, why?" Teri asks, nodding.
"It seems you made a good impression on Bill. Bill is well-known and respected in this area and that reflects positively on you and me as well. He was most impressed by your willingness to take direction, your work ethic, and your—as he put it—lack of drama." Charlie takes a deep breath for effect. "It seems that Mr. Barker is the lead photographer on a major print campaign and he has asked for you specifically as the face of that campaign. I can't say more until you sign the non-disclosure agreement." She sends the NDA to Teri. "I recommend you look it over carefully before signing."
"Should I sign it?"
"Teri, you know I can't give you that kind of advice. But if it were me, yes, I would sign it." Moments later the signed document arrives back.
"Okay, now that you have signed the NDA, here's what I can tell you. Peugeot—that's a French car company in case you didn't know—is going to try to reenter the US car market. There's going to be a lot of net media, a lot of signage, and Bill wants you to be the face of the company. There's no guarantee that you'll get the position, but I think you have a leg up on everyone else because Bill selected you personally. The NDA you just signed states you cannot talk about this with anyone other than me, as your agent, Bill, and representatives of Peugeot. That means no mom and dad, no boyfriends, no girlfriends. In other words, if you want this, and trust me, you do, keep your mouth shut, okay? If this leaks, and they track it back to you, you're out and you'll be stuck modeling winter coats in the middle of summer for the rest of your career."
Charlie watches as Teri sits in stunned silence. She can appreciate what the young woman must be thinking. Teri Shorr, twenty-three years old, just had the world opened before her. At almost six feet, Teri is tall, graceful, and— with her enormous brown eyes and blond hair—staggeringly beautiful. Charlie's been coaching Teri, steering her career for the last six years, since she first started modeling. It appears that not only is Teri about to step into the major leagues of modeling, but Charlie's little podunk agency is the one that's going to put her there. Charlie has worked hard, selecting only those girls she thinks will work hard and 'avoid the drama,' as Bill calls it, to represent. Finding beautiful girls is easy. Finding beautiful girls that have a good work ethic and are not too full of themselves... that's the hard part.
"I don't know what to say," Teri finally squeaks out.
"You say, 'Thank you, Charlie, for being such a good mentor to me,'" she suggests with a big smile.
"Thank you, Charlie, for being such a good mentor to me," Teri repeats with a laugh.
Charlie rises from her stool and steps around her table to give Teri a hug. "Congratulations Teri. I think you are on your way to great things."
Teri hugs her back fiercely. "Thank you, Charlie, for all you have done for me. I'll never forget it."
"I certainly hope not!" Charlie says with a smile. "I want you to tell all your high-powered photographer friends what great girls we have here at C. Rose Agency."
