He takes out a business card and hands it to me. “I own a little business,” he says. His business card says LIAM DELANEY, CEO WANDERING DREAMS.
“Wandering Dreams?” I say. “Isn’t that a modeling agency?”
He smiles. “Well, I have several businesses; the agency is just one of them.”
“Liam Delaney,” I say, recalling where I’ve heard that name. “I’ve heard about you on the news. You’re one of the richest people in the country.”
He smiles again this time, trying to be modest. “Look,” he says. “My clients are looking for fresh faces and I think you could be perfect for one of our new projects.”
“Do you usually go scouting for talent this way?”
“Of course not,” he says, sincerely. “But I haven’t gotten where I am by not taking risks once in a while. I’m twenty-nine years old by the way, if you were wondering. And yes, that makes me one of the youngest CEOs in the country and I wish I could take all the credit for that but I can’t. The business was left to me by my father who died recently.”
“I’m sorry to hear it.”
“It’s life, right?” he says. “You get hurt and you move on.”
“Yeah.”
“So,” he says. “I kind of have to be someplace. Will you come to my office Monday?”
I look at the card again purely out of instinct and then back up at him. “Of course,” I say. “I’ll be there. But you realize I have no experience, right?”
“Trust me Sebastian,” Delaney says. “There’s nothing in the world that can’t be taught.”
I watch him walk away and then he disappears into a throng of people until I can’t see him anymore. I look at the card again. Working with Liam Delaney. How bad could it be?
“Hey,” Selena says and I turn to her. Selena is Mia’s friend and right now dressed in a revealing white dress that shows off her legs. She’s what most people would refer to as ‘smoking hot.’
“Hi, Selena.”
“Sebastian,” she says. “Were you just talking to Liam Delaney?”
“Uh…yeah. I think he just offered me a job.”
“A job? What kind of job?”
“Modeling,” I say, almost unable to believe it myself.
“Well,” Selena says. “I’m not surprised. You’re a good looking guy and so was he, I might add. In a different way of course.”
“Different how?”
“Well,” Selena says. “You know, he’s all muscular and tall and suit-wearing, classic handsome and you’re…well…you’re…pretty.”
“Yeah,” I say, annoyed. “That’s what every guy wants to hear Selena!”
She starts to laugh. “What’s wrong with being pretty, Sebastian?”
“Nothing.”
“Hey,” Selena says, grabbing my arm. “Don’t pout!”
“I’m not pouting! Girls pout!”
“Fine,” Selena says. “Don’t push your lower lip out in a manly, petulant expression of sulking. Is that better?”
I grin. “Much.”