Get A Job A Live Somewhere Else

(This Chapter got a little long so I'm going to break it up into two chapters.)

Was he seriously going to kick his own daughter out of the house? Danielle emptied her closets and drawers of her clothes and packed them into her bags. About an hour after she had been woken up by her mom, Danielle was saying her goodbyes to her parents. She left, but not before grabbing a newspaper from the day before. Danielle perused the want ads.

Her eyes landed on a small ad in the Metro, the local free paper. "Art Project for interested student. Pay by the event." Danielle had never been an art person. She couldn't play any instruments or sing or draw.

"Good morning, this is Lacy for Matthewson's, how may I help you?" The voice was chipper and pleasant.

"Hi, I saw the ad in the paper. I'm not much of an art student but I'm curious as to what I can do. I'm here in the city and I could use some money."

The voice brightened instantly, "Ah, excellent. Please take down this address. Can you come in later today, around 1:00 for an interview? We'll show you our location and tell you all about the opportunity."

"Uh, sure," Danielle said, "1:00 is fine. Where are you?"

Two hours later, Danielle was strolling down the north side of Commonwealth Avenue, headed east past Exeter. It was a beautiful day today. Good news, too, since rain was in the forecast for the weekend. She found the address and hit the buzzer. Seconds later, the lock clicked and Danielle made her way in.

The suite was beautiful, with expensive carpeting, beautiful oak furniture, and many pictures of people on the wall. Weddings, graduations, portraits, and family sittings were all featured. Danielle didn't know about photography, but the framed shots looked very professional. The woman sitting at the desk by the door got up and strode toward her, hand extended.

"Hello, Danielle. I'm Lacy, we spoke on the phone." Lacy's smile was beautiful and calming. Her eyes twinkled.

"Hi."

"Would you like anything to drink? We have an array of sodas, as well as some liquor if you're of age."

"No, I'm good, thanks."

"Very well. Please follow me."

They walked into a second room with a great view of Comm Ave. A large oak table dominated the room and there were several large plasma televisions on the wall. Two other women stood when Danielle walked through the doorway. Handshakes were made, as were introductions. Terry, obviously the one in charge, had no nonsense in her shake. Grasp, squeeze, pump, done. Alexis, the third woman, smiled gently and was seemed more polite.

"Now," Terry said, once everyone sat, "You don't have any art background and you have never been involved in any type of modeling shoot, correct?" A nod from Danielle. "This is fine. What we are going to do today is this: There is a very wealthy investor who would like to film people's reactions to unfamiliar situations. Specifically, nudity."

"Do I have to get nude?" Danielle asked.

"Yes."

Danielle stood to leave.