Helen stood up, enraged, her voice rising. "You're making a huge mistake! I am Wrath Properties. I've been the face of this company since before your little pet project even existed." She pointed a perfectly manicured finger at me. "Good luck pulling off this shoot without me. You won't find a replacement in time. Certainly not one that looks like me!"
She grabbed her bag and stormed off.
The studio was dead silent for a long moment before Freda sighed again, deeply. "Honestly, I've wanted to fire her for a year."
"But now we have a problem," someone from the crew said, looking alarmed. "We need a new model. Someone big. There's no one scheduled to step in last-minute," the girl sounded panicked.
"I'll do it," I said without thinking.
Freda turned to me slowly, brows raised. "You?"
