Chiara
“I’m guessing you’re Chiara?” A blonde lady stepped into the office where we were waiting.
I nodded, standing to my feet. “Chiara Vieri.”
“I’m Emery Nickolas, your agent… or should I say manager.” She smiled sweetly, stretching out her hand, which I held firmly.
Two of Domenico’s guards, whom he had assigned to me, were at Capex Model Management Firm. I had received an email inviting me to the firm for a meeting with my manager, evaluation, and assessment.
We arrived a few minutes ago and, after looking through my file, I was directed to this office.
“With the way you look already, I could swear you’re a top model. I mean, look at those high cheekbones. I was shocked when I was informed that Mr. Vieri himself recommended you. I guess he has eyes for good things,” Emery laughed
