A/N: Um, this chapter only has Rachel and James from the main characters. Sirius and Maddie have a little scene in here, but most of the chapter is Rachel, James, and another OC.
“Hello, Rachel,” said her assistant, Julia Morrison. “Harry Blake told me to deliver these files to you as soon as possible. We are joining up with another company to help advertise some products.”
“Okay, Julia, thank you. I’ll buzz you if I need anything.” She told Julia, and Julia left Rachel’s medium-sized, spacious, and sophisticated office.
In two corners of the room were potted plants sitting on a beige carpet. On the cream colored walls were different posters of models wearing Gucci outfits along with Rachel’s degree in fashion. The room gave off a nice, stylish, and comforting aura. Leaning back in her black leather chair, Rachel flipped open the folder to look at the papers inside. The company that she would be working with was Gregorio’s Advertising.
“Wait a minute,” she mumbled, looking at the name of the company again. She gasped. “That’s where James works!”
Now that the folder had gained her full attention, Rachel sat straight up in her chair and looked through the rest of the information. They would be helping Gucci advertise a new line of dresses and the advertisement required only Rachel and one model of her choosing. Her co-workers at the company would be James Potter and his assistant, Brian Williams.
“This will be fun,” she said to herself as she opened a drawer of files and started scanning through names, looking for a model she thinks would be good for the advertising. “Claudia… nope. Janelle…nope. Anna…she’s perfect! Oh wait, she’s on maternity leave. Ugh. Ooh, how about Camilla?” Rachel exclaimed excitedly, pulling out a file from the middle of the drawer to read the profile.
Hair: red-brown
Age: 21
Eyes: brown
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 123 lbs
Years of experience: 1 year at Ralph Lauren and 2 years with Versace
“This girl is perfect for the job!” Rachel said happily. She pushed on the speaker button on the gray desk phone and spoke into the speaker, “Julia, would you please send Camilla Bianchi to my office as soon as possible.”
“I’m on it, boss-lady,” Julia retorted.
Rachel rolled her eyes, closed the drawer of model files, and looked through some of the photo shoots that Camille had done in the past. A lot of them were sophisticated shoots and there were at least five fashion shows with Versace and two fashion shows with Ralph Lauren. A knock on the door startled Rachel from the file and she said, “Come in.”
Camilla Bianchi came walking gracefully into the office. She had the posture and aura of a fashion model. Her facial features were a little pronounced, but with the proper application of make-up she would look amazing in the different dresses. “Ms. Delancy, you wanted to see me?” she asked with a slight Italian accent.
“Yes, Camilla, have a seat.” She requested politely. Camilla tucked a strand of her red-brown straight hair behind her ear and sat down in the maroon colored armchair sitting in front of Rachel’s desk. “I have received word that Gucci will be working with Gregorio’s Advertising with the new winter line of dresses. They have requested me and one model of my choosing. Are you interested in doing this?”
“Absolutely!” Camilla exclaimed. “My boss showed me some of the designs for this winter’s line and I thought that they were absolutely gorgeous. Just one question though, do I get to keep the dresses?”
Rachel pondered this for a moment. It varied from shoot to shoot whether or not that the model would keep the outfits. “Well, you will be modeling fourteen different dresses; if you give me three of my choosing you can have the rest.”
“Deal,” Camilla agreed, shaking Rachel’s hand.
“Also, we’ll be working with James Potter and his assistant Brian Williams. They’re from the advertisement agency. So it’ll be the four of us, plus the photographer, over at Studio 8.”
“So when is the photo shoot going to be?”
“It’ll be tomorrow afternoon at 3 pm, but we need to go down to the clothing room before we leave to get the dresses. They are supposed to be on a separate rack for us. Plus, we need to arrive to the studio an hour early to do hair and makeup. So, how about we meet in the clothing room at 1 pm?”
“That sounds good,”
Maddie and Sirius were sitting in Rachel and Lily’s apartment. They were the only people in the apartment ironically.
“So, did anything interesting happen to you at work today, Sirius?” Maddie asked, bored out of her mind.
“Um, this new co-worker of mine told us that she hadn’t ever seen the first
Halloween movie. Yeah, who hasn’t seen
Halloween?”
“Actually, I haven’t,” Maddie replied in a low voice with a shrug.
“You haven’t seen
Halloween?” he exclaimed incredulously.
“No, I haven’t seen that movie,” she repeated, not meeting his searching gray eyes.
“Fine, Madeline Zimon, I guess you have just officially set our plans tonight,” he declared, standing up, as though he announced something official.
“What do you mean?”
“Since you have never seen that movie before, we are renting it tonight, eating a bowl of buttered popcorn, and watching one of the scariest horror movies in the dark.”
“Wow, okay. Thank you for doing this, Sirius,” she said, standing up and hugging his athletic body. “Just please don’t tell anyone about this. Not even Lily and Rachel know this about me.”
“Alright, I promise I won’t say a word,”
Rachel hurried quickly from her office and to the elevators. She had been playing Tetris on her computer and didn’t realize that she needed to be at the clothing room fifteen minutes ago. As the elevator slowly descended down the building, she started bouncing up and down on the ball of her feet, anxious to get there. James would never let it go if she arrived late to the shoot.
When the elevators doors slid open on the fourth floor, Rachel quickly ran out of the fancy elevator, took a left, and ran down to where Camilla was standing outside of a blue door, grinning her white teeth at a worn-out Rachel. Rachel just gave her a glare as she slid the key into the lock, turned it, and the lock clicked open.
“So,” Camilla started, still grinning as they entered the clothing room. “Running a little late, are we?”
“Yeah, but I was attending to important business matters,”
“What business matters?”
“Um…playing Tetris,” Rachel replied in a small voice, causing Camilla to burst out into laughter.
“Oh, Miss Delancy, you crack me up sometimes,” Camilla revealed as Rachel started searching through different racks of different dresses. Finally, Rachel found the right rack towards the front of the room. She grabbed all fourteen dresses, held them in her arms, and together they walked out of the room, heading to the parking lot where Rachel’s car was parked.
When Rachel and Camilla found Rachel’s midnight blue car, Rachel gave Camilla the keys to open the trunk. Camilla did so, and Rachel carefully placed the dresses into the car. She handed back the keys and got into the passenger side, Rachel taking the driver’s seat.
“So, how far away is Studio 8?” Camilla asked as Rachel drove the car down Main Street.
“Oh, it’s only a couple of miles from our office building. We’ll be there in about ten minutes, so long as traffic doesn’t increase,”
Unfortunately, the first stoplight that Rachel came up on was a red light. Discreetly pulling her wand out of her jeans pocket, she did a little spell that turned the other lights red, but her light green. Camilla didn’t even know something had happened until Rachel stepped on the gas pedal again. Although she was absolutely gorgeous and sophisticated, Camilla wasn’t the smartest crayon in the box. Ten minutes later, Rachel pulled into a parking spot next to the car she knew to be James’s: a black custom made car that his parents bought for him when he turned 21.
“Wow, that’s a really nice car,” Camille breathed, taking in the sight of James’s car.
“Yeah, that car belongs to James Potter. His parents bought if for him.”
“Aren’t we working with James Potter? Do you know him?” she questioned excitedly.
“Yeah, he’s one of my best friends. He was one of my closest friends during school,” Rachel informed her with a warm smile.
“Wow, you’re pretty cozy with the man we’re working with,” she teased, “is there anything between you two?”
“Oh, no, I’d rather have his best friend,” said Rachel unconsciously, earning some laughs from Camilla.
“Ooh, so who’s this best friend of his that I don’t know about?” Camilla asked teasingly as she helped Rachel grab the dresses and walk inside of the brick building.
“Um, Camilla, I like you and all, but that story is one that only my closest friends on earth know about. I just don’t like to talk about it.”
“Miss Delancy, I’m sorry that I asked. It’s none of my business.”
Right at that moment, they arrived at the dressing room with the name Camilla Bianchi on it. Rachel opened the door and found that the dressing room was positively perfect. There was a vanity with three large mirrors facing different angles, along with makeup lights on top of it. On one side of the door was a white plush loveseat and on the other side of the door was an oak end table with a bamboo plant growing on top of it. In the back of the room was a large rack with a large amount of hangers on it. The room was large, with burnt orange walls and tan carpet. They both had to admit that it was pretty incredible.
“Well, I guess I should go find James and his assistant to let them know we’re here.” Rachel said, leaving Camilla alone in the dressing room. “Make sure you have everything you need in here.”
“Okay, Rachel. I’ll let you know if I need anything.”
Rachel made her way down the hallway and over to the executive office she knew belonged to James. Without even knocking, she entered the office, making James jump a few inches off of his chair.
“In case you didn’t realize it from my appearance, me and my model are here.” Rachel smirked as James attempted to calm his heartbeat.
“Obviously, otherwise I would call you a stalker…or a bitch for scaring the crap out of me,” James said, standing up to follow her. “So, tell me about this model?”
“Well, her name is Camilla Bianchi—”
“What the heck? Is it, like, Italian or something?” James interrupted.
“Yes, as a matter of fact it is. Camilla was born in Italy but her family moved here when she was a little girl. So, yes, her name is Italian. Anyway, she’s 21 years old, about an inch taller than you, and she was reddish brown hair that falls just below her shoulders.”
“Ooh, sounds gorgeous.”
“Okay, James, please don’t hit on her unless she starts flirting with you,” she requested. Actually, she demanded it with the tone of her voice.
“Rach, you’ve just described every girl in the wonderful town of Raleigh,” he retorted. “Almost every girl I’ve ever met has flirted with me.”
“Yes, but every girl that flirts with you ends up getting dumped the morning after you date her and sleep with her.”
“I promise I will behave myself, Rachel, just for you. But I’m not guaranteeing anything if she starts coming onto me.”
Rachel knocked on the door to make sure it was okay to come in, and opened the door when Camilla said, “Come in.”
Camilla was merely sitting on the couch drinking a bottle of water that she had fetched from the black mini-fridge that was sitting next to the vanity. When Camilla’s brown eyes landed on James, they widened slightly and her pupils dilated. She quickly stood up and shook James’s hand while saying, “Hi, Mr. Potter. My name is Camilla Bianchi. I’ll be working with you for this advertisement.”
Rachel nudged James in the ribs and whispered, “Close your mouth, Prongs, or I will close it for you.”
He blushed a little bit before releasing Camilla’s hand. “It’s very nice to make your acquaintance, Camilla. And please, call me James.”
“Okay, James,” she giggled in a flirtatious way.
“Now James, as much as you would love to stay and no matter how much money you offer to pay me, you need to leave while I get Camilla into her first outfit. Just head down to the photography area and we’ll meet you there after the hair and makeup people work on her.” Rachel instructed nicely, but there was sternness in her blue eyes as she told James this.
He groaned. “Fine,” he said, and left the room.
“So, Camilla, do you have a little crush on James?” Rachel asked lightheartedly.
“Well, I think he is extremely handsome, not to mention smooth, but I don’t think I want to go out with an advertising executive. I mean, yeah, he could probably get me some more photo shoots, but I think I’d rather date a designer. That way he could make me some clothes. But, a straight designer is a little hard to find.”
Rachel chuckled as she searched through the dresses. “Here, let’s have you slip into the number.”
Rachel pulled off of the rack a shiny satin pale yellow dress with matching gloves. In a couple of minutes, Camilla was wearing the first stunning dress. It fell to the middle of her thighs and there was a pale yellow ruffle at the bottom of it. It was a classy dress that could make almost any woman look beautiful. The gloves went up to her wrists. After searching for a minute, Rachel handed her some matching strappy shoes. The outfit was positively perfect.
About five minutes after Camilla was dressed, two stressed out women in the 40s came bustling into the dressing room after knocking quickly. They pulled Camilla over to the vanity and one woman worked on fixing Camilla’s hair while the other one applied makeup. Once Camilla was completely ready to go, she made her way to where the photo shoot was being held while Rachel flipped through the rest of the dresses, picking the three she would keep while also figuring out the next ensemble.
About twenty minutes later, Camilla came hurrying back into the dressing room. Rachel handed her a very elegant black dress with some shoes. This was the process for the next two hours. Finally, after Camilla came back from wearing the final dress, Rachel pulled aside three dresses that she wanted.
One of them was a black and blue dress that went to her knees and had a black ruffle underneath. The second one was a dark red silk dress that went half way down to her thighs, and the third one, one she picked out for Lily, was a pale blue dress that fell just below the knees and had a flowing feeling about it.
Rachel dropped Camilla off at the offices with her dresses and then Rachel went back to the apartment, ready to drop from a busy and hectic day.
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