Darren stood in his boss' office. The tall shrewd woman was on the phone speaking one of her many dialects while pointing a finger at him not to move. When she had finally hung up the phone he smiled awkwardly at her. "Mr. West I need you to take over the high school model search. It seems Olivia has chosen today of all days to have her child." Darren blinked his eyes at her crude remark. It was no secret that Madame Yesenia Callow hated children. He had taken the internship at Callow's models right out of college with promises of travels and experience. Of course as a twenty year old photographer in a business that was chock full of photographers he was mostly the go to guy. He had been doing the smallest jobs that were insignificant to most but always handed in excellent work. "Madame Callow... I have the new museum opening today..." She looked up at him from behind her glasses and shook her head. "I've handed that off to George. You take over. You'll be heading to this high school today. Olivia will email you the list of schools once she's birthed the heathen. I pray for her sake she can lose the weight quick, I only hire what I aspire to portray, beauty." Darren eyed his boss in awe. How she had climbed to the heights of the fashion industry was apparent. She was cruel. He nodded before turning to leave. He grabbed his camera bag and head out wondering how on earth he was supposed to deal with a bunch of teenage girls.