from outside, looming, immaculate windows made obvious the high ceilings, from which even the lights that hung matched the rich, clean character of the store itself. on the interior, nothing was out of place. [break][break]
it was almost a season ahead, fall and winter fashion adorning the different sections on mannequins and bars—from what most would consider business-appropriate, to combinations of velda’s more creatively inspired designs. leather sat on shelves. out on display, there was only one of anything.[break][break]
it wasn’t a moment before a wide, perfect smile was cast in pluto’s direction, set within a jaw chiseled by the gods. the stylist strode over, rounding a wide sectional in the center of the room and smoothing his hair.[break][break]
”good afternoon! welcome to glaus. do you have an appointment?” briefly, his eyes went up and down, because okay, gorgeous. probably velda’s two o’ clock.

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hand dropping from fixing a curl at the nape of his neck, the stylist’s hands then clasped in front of himself politely. ”surely not,”[break][break]
he smiled again, and then turned, boots clicking towards a back room. ”she’ll be right out—probably, i think.” [break][break]
and, as predicted, velda was prompt to meet her appointment. teeth stretched like pearls across her high-peaked face, she approached, a sweeping, open gesture presenting her realm.[break][break]
”pluto! stunning. welcome to glaus.”[break][break]
her silk-sleeved wave floated down to offer her hand to shake.[break][break]
”i’m velda. how are you?”

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”of course! i always have time for talent.”[break][break]

with another smooth gesture, velda ushered pluto deeper into the modern maze of high ceiling, and meticulously styled mannequins. in one room, they adorned action poses and sygna suit designs, and in another, they were more fluid, dancing in chiffon gowns of nosegay pink and laden frost.[break][break]

”this way. it’s not my main office, but it’ll do for this afternoon. would you like anything to drink? sparkling water? wine?”

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”thank you, dear!”
and then, ”sparkling water, please!” the request chimed down the hall with the throw of an index finger, conducting her orchestra as her heels kept stepping. [break][break]
when they arrived, she opened the door to usher pluto in. the interior of her office was bare, and a shocking white, a high contrast to the comfortable dark halls preceding it. there was no décor, or furniture save for a desk and two chairs, and a sculpture which loomed above all. its vague face was a glossy black, eyeing down over the contract, with an orchid growing from its mouth.[break][break]
perhaps it was a bird, or a wolf, a woman, or a monster. like a rorschach test, everyone tended to see something different.[break][break]
once inside, she’d offer him a seat.[break][break]
”louis should be here shortly with your drink. do you have any questions before we get started?”

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rings clicked across her desk as she slid the stack of papers his way.[break][break]
”all our policies are on page 4. i know you’ve worked in the industry, so i don’t think there’s too much to highlight. it’s all pretty typical stuff.” but the nuance, transparency and readability reflected her experiences. it was why many models sought to work with her, and had arrived without agents.[break][break]
”i used to walk the runway. my company will always operate with the model’s best interests in mind. that is my promise to you.”[break][break]
a ditto, suited just as well as the stylist from earlier, walked in with pluto’s sparkling water on a tray. balancing it on splayed fingers, it presented the glass for him to take.[break][break]
”thank you, louis.”

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louis nodded and bowed out of the room, a vision of formality and expert tailoring.[break][break]

”oh, you own a club? how fun.” truly. velda loved a good time, although she did prefer such establishments on the classier end.[break][break]

when asked of about what he’d be modeling, her hands raised as though offering him the world. ”anything you’re comfortable with. i’m sure you’re familiar with the brand?” who wasn’t? ”we sell everything from contest costumes to undergarments. shoes, jewelry… what do you want to model?” for starters.

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”opposed? of course not.” she smiled, happy to accommodate his requests. she could use him anywhere. he had the look.[break][break]

”call it done. well, after we get through the paperwork, of course.” she blinked down at it. a pen, shining as though it had been polished, awaited his fingers. lines across several pages were empty still of his signature, what would be the start of a new and surely bright career.

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