Chapter TwoThe next morning, I raced around, packing my last bag full of fragrance samples and cards. I kept out a couple of the eau de parfum and body crème testers, like the bosses always insisted us having for personal use, but gratefully added the others to the bag. I was tired of having extra crap in my home. I didn’t particularly care for the fragrance itself, but my mom liked it, so she’d be inheriting some more.
I didn’t worry about the bag sitting in the trunk of the car, since it was still pretty pleasant out. I knew some models who simply kept their fragrance samples and testers in the trunks of their cars all summer, but all you ended up with was nasty-smelling stuff.
My morning had already been a productive one. I’d been forced awake by my telephone ringing. Stephen, the bes
