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another shoot for Armani and I need to know if you can work tomorrow night. Of course you can, because we need you. Now, there’s a ton of phone messages Jennie made a mess of earlier and she needs your help sorting them out and getting them to the right people. After that, can you go and pick up bagels and coffee from that place everyone loved on Second Avenue? Thanks Chris, you’re a lifesaver!” Kristi was like a whirlwind as she gave me orders and then hurried over to her office.
     
    I walked over to the reception desk and Jennie smiled at me knowingly.
     
    “I’m guessing from the shell-shocked look on your face you encountered Kristi in hyper drive.”
     
    I laughed and then nodded.
     
    “I’ve never seen her at that level of wired before, I’m worried about her heart.”
     
    Jennie waved away my concern. “She’s built like an ox. This is a rare occasion; she actually hasn’t had any caffeine yet. She’s been up all night and is just naturally wired. She’s half delirious right now, it’s amazing,” Jennie said while going through the pile of messages on the desk.
     
    “Well, let me help you with those, I don’t know if I want to see what she’s like when she’s delirious and pissed off,” Jennie snorted. I sat down behind the reception desk with her to sort out which messages went to whom. One would think that in a chic office like this, there would be a better system for receiving messages. But the boss was old fashioned and she liked to have messages handwritten and read aloud when the information was needed or called for.
     
    Urban Plus Management was run by Marissa Fiore and she used to be the icon for modeling.
     
    She only worked with male models, because she never had time for the “attitudes”  of female models. Yet, the office was full of women who work for her. I never understood that, but she was a legend, so who was I to question it, really.
     
    “How did all of this get so disorganized? If Marissa saw this mess she’d definitely fire someone.” Jennie sighed and I looked over at her questioningly.
     
    “It wasn’t really my fault. Kristi, in her hyper-driven state, knocked over the message board and the tray. So now I don’t know who got their messages or who got what messages. I can’t tell old from new. We should come up with a system so this doesn’t happen again,” Jennie said in agitation.
     
    “Yeah, instead of putting old messages in the bin, they should be marked off as well as put in the bin. Just in case it’s knocked over again,” I suggested.
     
    “You know what, that’s a fantastic idea, Christina. Shame no one could have thought of it before this mess happened. Now, how did this mess happen?” Speak of the devil, Marissa appeared as if out of nowhere and was leaning over the reception desk, witnessing Jennie and I trying to sort through the many messages.
     
    She seemed only a little annoyed, which was good, thankfully.
     
    “Oh! Miss Fiore, good morning. You’re in early today!” Kristi came hurrying out of her office and Marissa’s annoyed gaze flitted over to her.
     
    “Yes, of course I am! I was here before any of you were arranging for two of our men to be on the cover of Vogue.   Now, I’d like for you, Kristi, to tell me how this mess happened?”
     
    Oh shit, Marissa was onto Kristi like a blood hound to bacon. Kristi was definitely going to get chewed for this , I thought.
     
    “Um…I, uh…” Both Jennie and I flinched at this painful moment. Poor Kristi, I just hoped Marissa didn’t fire the woman.
     
    “You made the mess, Kristi, then you told Jennie to take the blame for you if I asked, on top of making her and Christina clean it up for you. You know how I like organization, and look at you. All hyped and disheveled. You can take the messages and clean up the mess yourself, after which you can go home. I don’t want to see you until you pull yourself together. Wednesday the earliest.”
     
    With that, Marissa