job interview

Dorian was a man of innovation. As a man of innovation, he was always thinking of new things to reinvigorate areas he concerned himself with. It was innovation, determination, and business savvy that got him where to he was now. They say visionaries were only lauded after their death, but the concept seemed specious, and to some degree vain. After all, one only profited when others when others not only saw but understood why his visions were innovative in the first place.

As such, Dorian hoped to breathe new life into the modeling industry. Models were too often rigid with a following set of qualifications — they gotta be tall, they gotta be thin, with high cheekbones and a certain gaunt. But Dorian knew for a fact that the world outside didn't relate to this kind of beauty. They were foreign. They didn't see them in everyday life. Hence, Dorian decided he wanted to recruit a wider range of attractiveness... and their new girl was going to spearhead that campaign.

Olivia Mallon wasn't somebody people would think would be a model. She was pretty, of course, but muscular, and kind of rough around the edges instead of feminine and dainty like the others. She was a very, very promising recruit. And so, Dorian waited in his office as their set interview time drew nearer and nearer, chatting up the agent that was going to be representing Olivia — an intimidating woman named Carol, with a no-nonsense attitude that would stop at nothing to get them what they want.

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Dorian gestured at the seat, smiling bright at Olivia as she sat down. "Hi, Olivia! It's great to see you! I'm glad you decided to come in, I was hoping you and Emily would take up my offer. Now, before we get started, this is my friend, Carol Hollis. I've handpicked her in particular to be your agent. She's going to be working with you."

Carol's face was still cold, but she nodded politely to Olivia and adjusted her glasses. "Yes, I have heard much. But whether Mr. Crawford's praises hold up to your action is an entirely different matter."

Dorian chuckled and cleared his throat. "Carol's been in the modeling agency scene for 8 years, and she told me, personally, that she joined my agency as a challenge. She said the industry's gotten too stale for her."

"I admire Mr. Crawford because he is a visionary. He undertakes projects that no other agency would dare to try, and he succeeds. He scouts potential. And he believes that you have that potential, Ms. Mallon. I've noticed your credentials." She pursed her lips, pressing her fingers to the folder on her lap. "It is quite bare. But I believe that within this week, we can make a proper portfolio for you and begin your training. We'll make a model out of you yet."

Dorian nodded as she talked. "That's right! You won't... get paid yet. That happens after the commercial production. We make money off commissions, here. But rest assured, when you get paid, you'll get paid very handsomely. How's this for a starting salary at the end of the month?" He scribbled '$20,000' on a piece of paper and slid it to Olivia. "Are you in?"

They looked at her expectantly.

Dorian and Carol exchanged looks, and Dorian beamed and clapped his hands together. "Fantastic! Let's get started."

Carol adjusted her glasses and stood up, gesturing for Dorian and Olivia to follow her so they could walk and talk down the large executive hallway. "First of all, we'll have to discuss the terms of your contract, including work hours, pays, potential bonuses and promotions, and corporate punishments. Crown Modeling Agency is a multi-million agency with rigid standards set upon all of our models. Should you violate it, your contact will be terminated and you will be forced to abdicate your position as a models. You'll never be able to work in this town again, honey."

Dorian blushed. That seemed a little harsh. He cleared his throat. "But, uh, really as long as you avoid really, really bad PR like shanking people in public it's really no big deal! We haven't had trouble with anyone in a long while. There are more benefits to working with us, like medical, dental, potential housing, and big, fat Christmas bonuses. We'll give you the contract later so you can look the fine text over. With your lawyer ideally, if you have one. Don't worry, everything is perfectly legitimate, we don't want any misunderstandings."

Carol turned and entered one of the studios. There was a photographer there, taking pictures of one of the girls, holding a bottle of OVERDRIVE. Dorian smiled faintly. That would be Olivia soon. Carol snapped her fingers, and one of the wardrobe people approached Olivia, measuring her body with tape before running back with an attractive runner's outfit that showed her midriff. She offered it to Olivia.

"We're going to be doing some test photos of you, so our make-up artists and designers can study how they can work with your look best." Dorian smiled and pointed at the dressing room. "Go change into this outfit over there! After that, we'll be doing your make-up."

Dorian and Carol exchanged looks. Dorian nodded. "Of course! You don't need to practice law to be familiar with the law. If you think Klyde can help you, then you should definitely ask them."

As Olivia left the room to go change, Carol went over to the make-up artists to discuss the palettes they were going to use for her face. Of course, for test shots, there wasn't going to be anything overt. They just needed to smoothen out her pores and highlight her cheekbones and nose definition, basically, just have it as nude as possible so they could put it on her portfolio.

When Olivia came out, her muscles on display, Carol's jaw dropped. Dorian had to stifle his laughter. Despite their often polarizing opinions, it seemed like they came to an accord this time. Carol immediately adjusted her composure, and had the make-up artists drag Olivia to a chair so they can put some light make-up on her and oil her muscles a little. Dorian went over to where they were.

"Hopefully the outfit isn't too revealing! We're going to need to put make-up on you too, just so your natural look shines in front of the camera. We'll need to cover headshots, body shots, and poses after so we can compile the basics of your portfolio. Nervous? Excited?"

Dorian laughed and clapped his hands together. The model from earlier was gone now, so he urged Olivia to stand in front of the blue backdrop. A couple of new photographers came out from the back, one of them setting up equipment while the other was ready to take pictures of them at every angle. He took a few candid shots of Dorian and Olivia talking until Dorian noticed, chuckled, and swatted him away.

"Not yet! This part's going to be a little boring, but I need you to stand still while these guys..." He gestured at the photographers, "take pics of you at every angle. Are you nervous? Don't be!" He clapped her on the shoulders. "You're a star."

Dorian backed up behind Ryan, the main photographer, and raised his fingers in 3, 2, 1... The lights turned on and the cameras started flashing. Dorian took a quick look of what was happening, then went to the side to pick up materials for Olivia's next set.