*Ciara sets down at her desk, running through the letters and phone calls that arrived for her during the day. She returns emails, plays phone tag with a few folks, giving final approval one a new batch of girls for the modeling agency. She stops for a moment over these, cutting out a few she feels are pretty, but not quite runway material. She puts those photos away fro later, into a separate file. A pretty face always had its uses after all.


She sighs softly, looking at the stack of requests and memos still awaiting her attention, taking the first and reading through it. It seems the company was planning its first big show, and didn't quite have the manpower for a full show. Ciara thinks for a moment; she could easily phone one of the larger modeling company, contract out a few of their high end models, and be done with it. Instead, she decides to do a little networking.


Two hours later, and she has called every modeling agency from Portland to Oakland, picking one or two from each. Some didn't have any talent to lend, it seems the show season was beginning to heat up in California. By the time Ciara is able to fill the required slots, she had the contact info for a dozen modeling and talent agency; and a few “escort services” as well. The girls might not have the grace to waltz down the runway; but there was always a guest or two that came without a fittingly stunning guest on their arm. A pretty face always had its uses after all.*