JENETA’S POV.Vancouver. We had arrived from Budapest just two days ago.“Oh my, it is so good to see you again,” Bambi said warmly as she swept into her sleek office, two tall white women trailing behind her like silent attendants.I quickly replaced my moody expression with a bright, professional smile. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be here, the opportunity was incredible but nerves had been gnawing at me for days. My hands felt clammy, my chest tight with deep worries.“Congratulations on your launch,” I said, stepping into her embrace.“Oh, thank you so much, Jeneta.”“Thank you for this offer,” I replied sincerely, pulling back. “You don’t know how grateful I am.”Bambi waved a hand gracefully. “I should be the grateful one, honestly. I didn’t think I had many options left, but when I saw your portfolio, I knew I had to seize the opportunity.”“My portfolio?”“Of course. Your agency submitted it. I already turned down several top models. In this industry, you have to create yo
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