Pretty Girl Tears

Chapter 32

"Short skirt, how would you feel.. if I told you that a certain model of yours now has a bum knee..."

Fallon ask with a tension of guilty curiosity that immediately stood the younger from behind her desk, her eyes examining the tone of voice with a careful scrutiny

"Fallon... what did you do..."

"Listen, all I'm gonna say is number 6 might need to take the rest of the day off..."

Camila's jaw dropped unmistakably, the aggravation in her face evident as she rolled her eyes over the days schedule, Fallon could feel the small tinge of rage as she press together her lips not at all feeling guilty of her actions however

"Fallon! What the fuck dude? I needed her today.. we have a nearly naked shoot and she was my photo piece!"

The woman rolled her eyes falling back into her chair with an unamused grunt while Fallon only gently flail her arms, the model in question sat only a few metres from the room holding an ice pack upon her leg

"Well... you could use Lauren? She's here today right?"

"Yeah she is, but she'd never shoot naked.. I wouldn't want her too either"

She huffed leaning down to examine the list of other potential candidates, the shoot was in only a few hours and with lighting and outfits pressured for only one girl it seemed now like an unachievable task

"Why not? She's your front runner right? Besides it's nearly naked.. it's not like she'll be showing anything she shouldn't be?"

"Ok, can we just get one thing straight? You injure a model that was supposed to be shooting today and then come in here pushing Lauren for the position? Fallon you're supposed to be keeping them in line not throwing them off of it?"

Fallon huffed with rolling eyes, her methods were a little off yes.. but as far as things were going she seemed to be doing more than a good job, everyone was doing what they were supposed to be and nobody had turned up late for at least 2 weeks..

"What are we arguing about?"

Lauren interject as she head into the room innocently sipping back on a steaming coffee noticing the weird tension shared between the two girls in front

"Fallon gave number 6 a beat down so now I have to look for another nearly naked model.."

"I'll do it?"

Camila sighed awkwardly looking down at the list in front of her before running her gaze up into her girlfriends eyes, the sweet pools of green helpful and kind

"Baby you can't.. but thanks, I might just get Vana to do it.."

"Why can't I?"

Lauren began with a furrowed brow stepping forwards slightly to approach her girlfriends desk, the coffee cup in her hand placed down as the woman fell slightly uneasy

"You could, that's not what I'm saying but this shoot has a theme mami? There's like 18 models in there.. and you ju-

"Wouldn't fit in? What because they're blonde and skinny?"

Camila gulped back, she knew that wasn't how she'd meant it.. it really wasn't but Lauren seemed to have taken it that way immediately as her tone followed through sharply..

"Lauren I don't mean it like that! That's not it! It's the contrast.. colours lighting? It has nothing to do with you not being blonde and skinny?"

"You literally just contradicted yourself? It has everything to do with that? I'd stick out and look weird right?"

Camila let out a grunt as she couldn't figure out a way to dig out of the hole she'd somehow fallen into, Lauren was right in what she was saying! But it wasn't supposed to be a bad thing!