Post by Mercedes Love on Dec 21, 2006 14:54:58 GMT -5
Tapping her nails on the long marble table, Mercedes watched through the clear glass walls as a few of the company’s top models filed in. Mercedes did a head count, seven girls, seven of the most highly paid women in NYC. They all amazed her, in the since of ‘Wow, I’m amazing at picking people out’. The best part was, this meeting wasn’t for the company Christmas card. Oh, no. Someone was leaving today. And she wasn’t siting in this room.
“Ok, ladies,” Mercedes stood to her full height of 5’10’’ and then some, thanks to the red point toe, leather heels she had bought just for this very occasion. “Today, we are letting a certain someone go. I feel as though, both the company, and this young lady can grow from this. I really do.” Liar.
Mercedes was passing around a stack of light lavender folders with photo copies of the certain girl, and the look in Mercedes eye was screaming ‘HAHA, BITCH I OWN THIS’. Passing out the last of the folders, Mercedes took a seat on the table, crossing her fishnet covered legs. Laying the lost lavender colored folder on top of her black mini skirt, Mercedes flipped open the cover, and then waited as the others quickly did the same.
“So, are we unanimous?” Mercedes glossy lips curved into a smile as the girls nodded, not really caring. “Good. I’ll Tell Scarlett to pack her things.”
Scarlett? Maybe this wasn’t just based on merit.
“Ok, ladies,” Mercedes stood to her full height of 5’10’’ and then some, thanks to the red point toe, leather heels she had bought just for this very occasion. “Today, we are letting a certain someone go. I feel as though, both the company, and this young lady can grow from this. I really do.” Liar.
Mercedes was passing around a stack of light lavender folders with photo copies of the certain girl, and the look in Mercedes eye was screaming ‘HAHA, BITCH I OWN THIS’. Passing out the last of the folders, Mercedes took a seat on the table, crossing her fishnet covered legs. Laying the lost lavender colored folder on top of her black mini skirt, Mercedes flipped open the cover, and then waited as the others quickly did the same.
“So, are we unanimous?” Mercedes glossy lips curved into a smile as the girls nodded, not really caring. “Good. I’ll Tell Scarlett to pack her things.”
Scarlett? Maybe this wasn’t just based on merit.
