Jade watched as Layla and Annabelle posed for Derrick. She actually felt the slightest tinge of jealousy. She hadn't always wanted to run an agency. No, she had actually wanted to be a model, but the fact that she wasn't a size 0 kind of made that impossible.
She wasn't fat. Far from it, but her curves made her hard to market in the world of high fashion, so instead she decided she would work behind the scenes.
She didn't have the talent to be photographer, but she had the business sense, so she found herself in the main offices of Dollhouse, working her way to the top. The problem was, at Dollhouse, once you reached where she was, there was no where else to go.
Unless you started your own agency.
That was her plan, but she couldn't do it alone. She needed the talent behind her to give her company the real push it needed.
Talent like Derrick Patterson.
She waited til the shoot was done, and the models had left to make her first move.
She had picked a low cut blouse, and form fitting pencil skirt for her outfit that day. It had worked so well in the past, and she was hoping that it would work now. Derrick was easy enough prey.
"You did good." She walked onto the half lit set, making sure that her walk had the right amount of sway. Seductive not street walker.
"Only good?" Derrick smiled, gave her a wink. "You know it was better than good."
She got close, but not to close. She crossed her arms under her chest, making sure to give her already ample cleavage that little extra 'pop'.
"You could do better. If you had better girls to work with." Her voice was deep, smooth. She smiled.
"I don't think there are many better." He gave her a quick nod, almost dismissive.
He was trying to get away from her. That wouldn't work.
She moved in, placing her hands on his shoulders, pressing her chest against his.
"Why stick with Barbi, Derrick? You know she's only holding you back." She pulled him closer, her face inches from his.
Derrick slipped out of her grip, and walked back towards the leather couch in the far right corner of the studio.
"What's your game Jade." His voice was flat, annoyed.
Jade was shocked. She was so sure that even if she didn't get him on her side, she would at least have gotten lucky.
"What do you think." She dropped the sexy act, switching into business mode. "I'm starting up, and I need you by my side to draw in the talent."
"And turn on Barbi? Are you asking for an early grave?" He laughed at her. "Good luck, but I like being alive."
He brushed past her, and walked right out of the studio, not even giving her a final once over.
"Son of a bitch." She stomped her foot on the hard cement floor, the right heel of her shoe snapping.
How could she have been so stupid? Now what if he ran his mouth to Kurt. Kurt would go to Barbi, and then she would be screwed. No, she had to do a little damage control. Make sure that everyone was to preoccupied to care what she had done.
She had to make sure that no one noticed that she was slowly stealing Barbi's empire right from under her.
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