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How had she
forgotten gloves? She would freeze to death out here, if the shoot lasted very long.
“Here is my business card, we’re always looking for new talent.” Erik handed his card to
Cole.
Cole’s face lit up. “Seriously? Thank you.” He tucked the card into his back pocket. “Is it
okay to take a few shots of Nathan at work?”
“Sure, no problem.” Erik took a sip of his coffee.
“Where should I set up, so as not to interfere with the other cameras?” Cole looked around
them.
“Come with me, I’ll show you.” Another executive offered.
The two disappeared.
Madison danced on the spot, trying to keep warm. How long would this take anyway?
Maybe she wouldn’t be forced to stay for the full shoot .
“We have a major problem people.” A thin, short man appeared behind them.
“Something was bound to go wrong.” Erik remained calm. “Let’s hear it.”
“Anya called on her mobile to say she is stuck in a traffic jam on the Brooklyn Bridge, and
she won’t be able to make it.” His tone was frantic as he threw his arms into the air. He paced
back and forth.
Erik put a hand out to stop the pacing. “Someone else can wear her sets.” He shrugged.
“Not possible. We had to special order her shoes. She’s the only six foot woman in the
world with size six feet.” The wardrobe assistant shook his head.
Madison stifled a giggle at the duress she heard in his voice. So, a pair of shoes wouldn’t
make it into the shoot . What was the big deal?
“This isn’t funny.” The assistant shot her an annoyed look. “Anya was page three. All of
page three. Who’s supposed to fill page three?” His tone grew shrill as he continued. He rested
his chin on his hand and studied the ground.
Madison turned to slip away. The last thing she needed was to cause the irate little man to
throw a tantrum. She wondered if anyone would notice if she slipped into the heated gazebo next
to the ice rink.
“Wait a sec,” the assistant said.
“Huh?” She pointed to herself and looked around. “Are you talking to me?”
He nodded and gestured for her to come closer. “What size feet do you have?”
“I’m sorry?” Madison was afraid of where this question was leading.
“The… size… of… your… feet. What is it?”
She hesitated. “Um…”
The assistant bent and grabbed her foot.
“Hey!” She pulled her foot away from him. “Six, six and a half, if I’m wearing boots.”
Cole had returned and watched the scene with a grin.
Madison glared at him. What did he find so amusing?
“Fantastic. Hurry, come with me.” The assistant tugged on the corner of her sleeve, dragging
her in the direction of the wardrobe tent.
“Oh, no way.” Like hell this was happening . “There’s a misunderstanding. I’m here as a
journalist from Women’s World Quarterly. I’m not a model.” Madison planted her feet and
yanked her arm away.
The assistant rolled his eyes and tapped his foot on the ground.
“You could be one,” Cole whispered, sneaking up on her.
“I’m not.” Her eyes narrowed as she hissed at him. Turning to the executives she forced a
smile, and said, “I’m sorry, but I can’t.” She could hear Damian now. He would be furious about
her modeling for another magazine campaign. The idea was ridiculous. She refused to do it. She
folded her arms across her chest and shook her head.
“Madison, could I talk to you for a moment?” Nathan pulled her aside.
“We don’t have time for this,” the assistant whined.
“One second.” Nathan held up one finger. “Madison, since you’re not on the payroll as a
model, this wouldn’t be considered a conflict of interest with Women’s World , if that’s what
you’re worried about.” He lowered his voice.
“That’s a big part of it, but also I
have no idea how to model. I
wouldn’t have the
slightest…” She gave a nervous laugh.
“Also, I’m not sure if you know this, but the models get to keep whatever they wear here
today. The same