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Also remember the next day you bought me a pair of new gloves? "" Yes, yes. I still remember that cheap pair of gloves, "she said. I laughed and said," They're not cheap. "" Poor, "she said. "Make up for me, let me go to L.A." "Okay," I say. "But do not write autograph." "Come on," she said. "You're not the one who does not understand things like that." "And do not complain about the gloves." "Okay," she said formally. A few days passed, while Andy checked the Toronto legal records, I focused on the photo shoot, solved the logistics, discussed several times with the photo editor. of Platform and art director, who said that the focus of the photo would be Drake's humanitarian work. Therefore, they want two to three "depressing portraits, visual riches, environmental colors." "Did you have any photo shoots?" I asked the photo editor, for the first time. Feel the ripples of tension. "That's what we need for you," she said. "We saw your work on the website. Admired. Beautiful so stunning. Just do it your way. "I felt the confidence rising and the little nervous I felt whenever someone appreciated my work. I asked if I could start at a restaurant I had searched from the Internet just a few kilometers from Beverly Wilshire. "It was a classic nostalgic restaurant with black and white tones, red carpet tiles and red chairs," I said, thinking it was no different from the one where I last met Leo. "You know, red is going to be a symbol of your AIDS response ... I think that might really look great." "Excellent," she said. "I will call Drake's press representative for approval." "Great," I say, as if I have heard such words thousand times before. The exact address of the restaurant, Drake and his men will be there at three o'clock. In advance of this, his schedule is really tight. You have to act fast. You will only have about twenty to thirty minutes. Is it okay? "" No problem. I will have these pictures, 'I said, with a very professional voice, much more confident than what I actually felt. I hung up and called Suzanne, asking her if twenty minutes had left. Worth a transcontinental flight. She never wavered her mind. "Twenty minutes to the noble is still twenty minutes with the noble. And of course it is more noble than the ones I've seen so often, "she said." That's great, "I say. "Just do not let the vince hear you so loudly." Suzanne smiled and said, "Oh, Vince knows he's the most ordinary." "He knows at least his place," I say. "Yes," she said. "Because it's not much worse than a guy who does not know his location." I laughed, remembering this Suzanne's utterance, but did not appreciate its accuracy until I Fly to LA three days later. Prev Chapter Next Sstruyen.com.vn is a website for reading stories online, or with a full range of stories, stories, stories, stories, stories, teen stories .... The story is updated one. The fastest way and support for reading on any device like cellphone or tablet. Email: hello@sstruyen.com.vsay, suakhoaoto.com.vn, novels, teenagers, gifts, event companies, delicious, cheap car keys, lock safes , make piaggio car keys

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Love On My Side

Author: Emily Giffin

Chapter 14
It was about five and half in the Los Angeles time zone, and I just arrived in the city for an hour, enough time to check in at the Beverly Wilshire Hotel, threw the suitcase and camera bag into the room, Suzanne, you also arrived in the city earlier than today afternoon. She told me that she was looking at the goods on Rodeo Drive - "just like water meets the water," Suzanne added sarcastically - but she would return soon. She said she had looked at the bars in the hotel to choose from, and suggested we meet up and have a drink at the Avenue Bar.
I told Suzanne it was a good idea, my insecticide did not withstand the storms that I had to fly over, and I could drink a glass of wine. Suzanne laughed, calling me a sissy before I hit the phone and put on a suit that I thought was right for Los Angeles, dark jeans, silver heels that made me nearly eight meters tall. , and a lemon-yellow silk bracelet that is simple but stylish (for me). Unfortunately, I forgot to bring the wireless bra that I bought to wear with this set, but my chest was so small that I did not have to wear any bras. ThanAgain, I am in California, where everything is possible. I make up my makeup, my eyes are darker than usual, and I end up with a perfume on the back of my hand, a trick that Margot taught me during college, that anyone using his hands when talking a lot. As I should also enjoy the fragrance radiating from myself. Then I got down the elevator and walked through the luxurious lobby, striding so confidently that almost majestic toward the Boulevard, Modern, elegant and extremely elegant decorated with magnificent colors like amber, chocolate and gold. While admiring the brilliant agate bar with rows of wine containing at least a thousand bottles, I find myself admiring the elegance of the man sitting there, alone, with a glass of wine in his hand. One who looks so deadly like Leo. I glanced back again, and realized, in a sense of surprise and almost frightened, that he not only looked Leo - Leo. Again Leo. Leo was in a place three thousand miles from home. I was stunned, and for a second I was really naive and stupid thinking that this was a coincidence. An accidental encounter again. And, in that moment, my heart is dumbfounded with a shameless, shameful thought, my God, what if that fate followed me all the way to this country? Looking straight at me, and lifting the cup to the level of my face, I realized what he was doing. I realized I had fallen into an installation. I shifted gravity from one foot to the other when he slowly put down the glass - it looked like it was rock ice whiskey, his favorite drink - and hatched. a smirking smile. I did not smile back but walked a few steps toward him. I did not walk with the same dignity as before, and a sudden chill ran down my spine so suddenly I hoped I was wearing a bra. Or better yet, a long coat. "Hi, Leo," I said. "Ellen," he said, nodding. "I'm glad you got it." The tone sounds like a quote from an old Hollywood movie, but it's been a long time since I've been seduced, even when he stands up to the next chair. He is not a Cary Grant actor, I think, shook his head refusing to sit down. I'm so stunned that I can not be angry anymore, but the feeling I have now is stronger than the indignation alone. "Do you go that long without wanting to sit a little?" He said. Leo had never said the words in the movie before, and I was almost disappointed that he was uttering the words. I do not expect to receive any benefit from the person he has become in the past decade, but strangely, I still do not want his image in me to be deteriorated by words like that. That parrot. "No, thanks," I said coldly. "I'm dating my sister here." "Suzanne?" He asked somewhat complacently. I looked at him, wondering if he really thought that remembering my sister's name was impressive. I can tell a whole bunch of names like Clara, Thomas, Joseph, Paul - the name in Leo's siblings, but I will never satisfy him as I miss the details of the family. That's why I said, "Yes. Suzanne. I only have one sister. "" That's right, "he said. "Well, I'm glad she's here too. It's an interesting bonus. "" Exciting prizes? "I uttered with a frown. Does it

mean ... to buy two sisters for the price of one? "He laughed. "Not. That means, you always love Suzanne ... for a few times we go together. "" You only met her only once. " And he liked her on that one occasion. A lot. "" I'm sure she would be happy to hear that, "I said arrogantly. "Before I respond, I go to the end of the bar and look at the bartender, a gray-haired guy, a rosy-cheeked cheek like the actor who plays the part. "What can I get for you?" he asked me, his husky voice hoarsely listening to his role. I ignored the intention of drinking, instead being a glass A vodka cocktail with some olives and then a blank green couch in the far corner of the hall. "And ... I'll be over there." "Very nice," the waiter said sympathetically, as if he realized that I would rather be sitting anywhere else in the world than in that place. Next to the only man sitting in front of his bar. I turned quickly to the couch, feeling Leo's gaze. I sat down, crossed my legs, stared out the window toward Wilshire Boulevard, my head spinning. What are Leo doing here? Is he trying to seduce me? Scoff at me Torture me? What would Suzanne think when she burst into the hall at any moment? What would Andy say if he saw me now, k