Re-GIF.
Re-GIF.
By Wayne Z
{A Holiday Bonus Fast Becomes a Shortfall.}
Just before the crisis, Sandra Biltmore, 27, was a right jolly office elf as the ambitious Media Rep whistled a merry tune - looking on the next step in this deal she’d brokered.
As a longtime lackey with U-Knight Agency, the prettily petite yet severe planner found her first time at bat a daunting multimedia headache. Fortunately her boss, Sylvia Knight, had chosen two from her own staff to assist in this 15 million dollar venture.
While they weren’t Sandra’s first choice, and in fact were considered equally for her position, even she had to admit that Dorian Gallo and Ana Cartier would look to the best interest of the company.
And what a contract they’d cut with the Bavarian Youth Apparel & Accessories Firm, Engels-Kind. Already a tradition in Europe, its rising star and rocketing shares prepared to go Global, just in time for the Christmas season. Of course only the right campaign could transform the imminent stellar phenomena into a Supernova.
Way back in April, Dorian organized the teasers for the trade publications - as well as some very popular (and therefore) very influential fashion Blogs. Ana was handed the daunting task of finding that adolescent icon for the company, a sweet girl between ten and twelve who could handle the very public madness with calculated charm and grace.
Among the thousands of hopefuls, even as the date for the exclusive photo shoot fast approached, she’d thought she’d found the best two candidates. One was a genuinely decent kid, Francesca De Champ from Jefferson City Missouri, who was just starting to get noticed by the major modeling firms, and the other?
A veteran practically from birth, 11 year old Cynthia Bethel of Ashville North Carolina, had the looks and the diva attitude to match - as well as a stage mom from Hell.
A diamond in the rough or a little monster with a sharp disposition like broken glass, the choice seemed pretty straight forward. That was until late August when Sandra Biltmore decided to make the final selection herself.
“As much as the idea of an authentic unknown is appealing, “ she explained carefully in haughty tones, though both women were the same in experience. “we really need a seasoned child to stand before the camera. With what U-Knight has fronted already, I honestly believe Cynthia is the better gamble. “
“So long as she can honor both the contract and the intent behind this campaign. “ Ana advanced cautiously, thinking that little brat wasn’t the only Prima Donna to deal with. “But shouldn’t we have a backup? Keep Francesca on retainer? Just in case - “
“Possibly. “ interrupted the project head rather testily. “Though I’m not sure how much better a relative newcomer could be. Besides, I’d already sent through the paperwork, so it’s a done deal. Leroy Lamour, our very expensive premiere shooter will arrive on the fifteenth of September. We’ll have slightly more than half a day with him before he has to fly off to Paris. “
Thus was the contrast in style between the associates. Ms. Cartier was always a patient consummate craftswoman, the tall lean tortoise of a gal deceptively plodding while Sandra -
She; this rather diminutive spitfire, was less the glamorous energizer rabbit than a hyper efficient little bunny, specializing in overkill and sparkling drama. Perhaps the lack of height at four and one half feet prompted this ‘Damn the torpedoes. ‘ approach, but when it worked, the end results were fairly impressive. When it didn’t - well, a two out of three success rate tended to blind many to her dismal failures.
For all of this, Ana honestly thought Sandra was a good girl; in spite of her blind ambition, the almost pure enthusiasm behind the hubris - endearing in its own way.
If there was any antagonism between the women, it was simply that they each saw this assignment as the single most important one in their careers. For the Engels-Kind account, both were totally committed to pulling off the biggest promotion in advertising history.
That was until the Kind Schrecklichs mother, Doris; forever the second runner up, decided to up the ante.
“You’re Miss. Biltmore? “ It was such an incredulous tone from the stick thin plastic faced giant of a woman, staring deliberately down at Sandra as if she were the subordinate, not the superior. “Short in stature but not in status we hope. We have to talk Turkey, so I need someone with the authority to make things happen. “
“I assure you, ma’am, “ Sandra stood up stiffly from behind her desk, trying to get as much height from her elevated heels as she could. Not that it mattered, the over enhanced older woman peering disdainfully through the others high end coal gray business suit with X-ray eyes.
“ I am that person. Now - as to talking Turkey, we’ve given your daughter every consideration in her contract. Our lawyers and yours have jointly agreed the terms were more than generous. “
“Nevertheless. “ Mrs. Bethel amended, not even trying to wheedle, ever so dismissive. “I recently found an Exclusivity clause which frankly just won’t do. “
Now that was a lie; which this idiot knew all too well. One generation removed from Poor White Trash, but she had a cleverness which understood the plain speak behind all the legalese.
Her greed couldn’t have been timed any worst.
It came during a short countdown to the most crucial stage of the campaign, a grand reveal of the girl who would represent Engels-Kind for the next five years, an exhaustive photo & video shoot which was to begin less than two hours from now.
“It just occurred to me that poor Cynthia would be tied up for those five years. She would not be able to pursue other jobs, would reach a certain maturity while committed to hawking clothes and merchandise which are - and frankly it gives me chills to say this - rather overtly adolescent to begin with. “
“Thus the extra recompense tied in with how well the American line sells. “ Ms. Biltmore was just now beginning to panic, almost wishing she’d listened to Ana’s sage advice, regretting a certain phone she’d made to another mom. “And the retro styling is key to dragging in those parents who are tired of their little angels wanting to dress up in Junior Tart fashion. “
“All fine points, Young … Lady. “ Doris half conceded, though her hesitancy came just before closing in for the kill. “But my daughter wants a more flexible Out, and as her duly appointed agent we’d like a larger cut of the profits as well. “
“Mrs. Bethel. “ Sandra declared with as steely a tone as she could muster, hoping the money backing her could make this insane woman see reason. “The contract is, first and foremost, quite immutable. My client will not alter any line of it this late in the game. Secondly, the clothes and toys are the sole - and I do mean; SOLE, property of the family owned company. Your daughter signed on as an Icon, with no fair claim to any Proprietary Rights. “
“That’s all fine and good. “ this hyper maternal blackmailer chuckled, somewhat like the evil stepmother from a twisted fairytale. “But these are our conditions. Accept them and I’ll have my princess on a plane in an instant - “
“On a plane?! You didn’t bring her with you?! “ gasped Sandra, that thin veneer of diplomacy ripped to shreds by her explosive outrage. “You stupid cow! We have the best set photographer on the whole of Planet Earth out there, with serious time constraints - I might add! There is no way in Hell she’ll arrive before Leroy’s obligation to us becomes Null & Void. “
“As I said, “ Doris calmly explained, as if she’d never heard a single word spoken by the smaller - and thus inconsequential woman. “If you say ‘Yes’ this can all be fixed. If you refuse, since you seem to admire these clothes so much, you could model them yourself? You’d be just about the right size, I would think - “
“Thinking is something you can never be accused of. “ Sandra declared heatedly, stomping loudly to the door as she did. “And as for your attempt to hold us over a barrel - all I’m prepared to offer you is the way out and a fashionable boot up your bony ass! Leave Now! Double quick, or Security will find a way to make your exit as humiliating as possible. “
Looking astonished at the set expression before her, Doris seemed almost ready to engage before regaining some semblance of sanity. She simply shrugged her shoulders, giving into a grand patronizing final gesture. Even as Ana arrived on the scene, the younger woman saw Mrs. Bethel pat Sandra’s dark blond head as one would a stubborn child.
“Call me when you‘re ready to deal, little lady. “
“I don’t want that Biach or her spawn anywhere near this building. “ the media executive ordered, trying to calm herself before she could gather her shattered senses. “And if you could, please accept my apologies. Ana? I really thought the brat would be more professional than that. Also, if you could get Mrs. De Champ on the phone for me? “
“Already done, boss. “ Ana answered quickly, though not without a touch of irony in her voice. “Unfortunately she won’t talk to you, or anyone representing U-Knight. Evidently you critiqued her daughters abilities rather severely. “
“I simply suggested that she get a few more years practice on the local front - before attempting to break into the national scene. “ Sandra protested rather meekly.
“’Pig Calling Contest. ‘ was one of the milder events you mentioned. “ her aide chastised the project head somewhat roughly. “Also, I’ve heard on the grapevine that another agency, in New York City, has already picked up the ball we dropped. We’ll need some pretty serious bank to get even a big toe in that door again. “
“It honestly doesn’t matter, since this window is closing in an hour. “ moaned Sandra, staring rather obliquely at the stack of catalogs from their client. Soon to be ex-client, it would seem. All they needed was a competent child model to wear the dresses and dance around the oversized sets -
“I’ll go tell Leroy to pack everything up. “ Ana started to say before she was distracted by a light touch on her forearm. There was an upturn to Sandra’s lips - a strange embarrassed sort of smile, but a smile nonetheless.
“Give me 30 minutes. “ the smaller woman giggled. “If it works, it works. If not - “
“If what works? “
“You’ll see. “ Sandra laughed, way too brightly for Ms. Cartier’s like.
{Secret Sandra.}
Leroy Lamour fussed with his equipment while a handful of helpers carefully arranged the soft lighting about, what could so politely be called, Toyland on Acid.
It was a garishly painted array. Oversized Gift Boxes were stacked crazily atop the draped contoured set, several stuffed raggedy Christmas Elves tossed about like psychedelic throw pillows, A Giant Rocking Horse anchored snuggly in forward tilt. Numerous other items waited nearby to change the venue quickly, so to get the best use of the photographer and his talent.
“Mr. Lamour, “ Ana approached the man apologetically, wondering just where Sandra had gotten to. This was really her job, after all. “About the shoot. Our model is - “
“Is getting ready as we speak, yes. “ he gushed rather enthusiastically. “Such a bold choice, I’m seriously considering adding time to our contract, free of charge. It’s such a literal reinvention of the fairytale motif - I feel very inspired. “
“The Model? “ the woman repeated stupidly, mindful of that dangerous twinkle to Ms. Biltmores eyes. What did Sandra do? Steal some kid off the street? “She’s in makeup? “
“I said that, didn’t I? “ this maestro of still life answered somewhat sardonically. “Our videographer is back there as well, so be assured that everything is in hand. “
Somehow Ana wasn’t that convinced - but if Leroy was enthused, she would simply meet this mystery girl and make her the offer of a lifetime. Perplexed, caught undecided between Ecstasy and Dread, the otherwise steady young woman found a makeup artist hovering over someone, half dressed in frilly underwear that was a modern take on almost Victorian style clothing.
The lower garments, slate colored with cool blue ruffles about waist and ankles, mimicked bloomers while more juvenile in look, the matching camisole top cut to the straight youthful figure. The dove white hoses were held up by contemporary elastic as dainty bare feet banged idly against the simple metal chair.
‘You don’t know how grateful we are. “ Ana gushed, idly glancing about to spy some parent or agent standing by. “I love you - “
“And I love you too. “ laughed a light yet very familiar voice as that carefully coiffed head half turned, only to be corrected by the makeup girl. “We should be ready in about fifteen minutes. “
“What do you think you’re doing? “
The affect was astonishing, though the bare faced executive was not quite the little girl they were aiming for. Sandra could credibly pass for sixteen; at first glance, but her aide wasn’t convinced it would hold up under prolonged observation. At the same moment Ana decided all was lost, the cosmetologist applied a clear liquid beneath the wide eyes, erasing yet another three years with one deft stroke of the brush.
“I’m turning a deficit into an asset - and who is this Sandra person you’re referring to? “ giggled the quite playful and much more adolescent sounding woman. “Some cranky no fun girl, or so I’ve heard. “
“And what IS your name, young lady? “ Ana sighed, slowly catching the holiday spirit of doing something delightfully naughty. Everything else be damned, this misadventure was in keeping with her boss’ Full Steam Ahead style. For the present, She could only go along for the ride.
“Nomi Desiree Plum. “ this emergent child announced gaily, before being shushed by the slightly impatient stylist. Ana picked up on the meaning behind the moniker, though it added another layer of risk to the deception. Once again, she was in for that proverbial dollar, so at the conclusion of the makeover, the woman simply reached out a hand which Nomi took trustingly.
*
“Darling Girl, head back just a bit. “ Lamour teased his new favorite star. “Less of that ‘Frightened Fawn. ‘ look, OK? This is Christmas Magic we’re making here. “
Nomi, nee Sandra, nodded as she blew a cloud of faux snow flakes off her upheld palm, looking as sweet as a Sugar Plum in her party frock. The ensemble was all crushed velvet with fur trimmings, the billowy skirt uplifted by three petticoats.
Ana still couldn’t believe the transformation - though in retrospect the exuberance had always been there. But what adult restraint had once reined in, this mischievous holiday age play gave free reign to.
It was innocence born out of necessity. Still, the merry glow to those dimpled cheeks were more than makeup tricks or the soft focus of the camera lens.
To add to the seasonal surrealism, as the two initial setups turned into three - and ultimately four, the longer the session, the less there seemed of Sandra.
Already she was a sweet winter angel throwing snowballs at the camera man, a red faced cherub on a sled amidst a small clutch of flat plywood pines, and the aforementioned close-ups which so flawlessly mirrored a child’s grace and innocence.
While the scene was being shifted from Winter Wonderland to a Holiday Nursery, the illusion still lingered as Nomi changed into a dove white ruffled nightgown, her beribboned honey blonde dyed tresses now tied back in a single ponytail. She was the naughty little girl, spurning the sandman in hopes of catching a glimpse of St Nicolas.
The centerpiece was a fake brick fireplace, replete with scarlet cellophane strips which fluttered upward while the child hid behind an antique toy chest. Additionally, there was a real four poster bed along with a window frame suspended in mid-air - behind which projected snow lazily fell.
“And just as she despaired, “ the impish director misquoted cheerfully. “ for no Hope could be Found - onto the hearth St Nicolas came with a bound. “
Dramatic Pause, or so they thought until Leroy gave an impatient Humph. “St Nicolas Came With a Bound? “
At that second gruff command, Santa burst through the faux flames, almost like a quarterback breaking the banner on his way onto the field. He stumbled slightly in his hurried entrance, but at a hand sign the maestro made it seem deliberate. One half step forward, this awkwardly padded Claus turned abruptly to retrieve his sack of goodies which seemed stuck in the flue.
It gave some resistance, all the while his goggle eyed witness snickering with unladylike rudeness - even more so as the bundle released with an audible ‘Pop ‘ sending Santa falling upon his ample posterior. Turning toward the noise, with a twist of his head, the rumpled gift-giver let his audience of one know - she should really be in bed.
Nomi was having none of it, of course. After all, how often do you have the Big Man himself to fulfill your every Christmas wish? The confrontation was so adorable, the contrast between this paradoxically tall yet paunchy male and his little princess, but clearly she wanted her eagerly awaited prize.
Whoever the model was, he seemed to display genuine kindness in oddly familiar eyes, digging through that bag of goodies to discover a very special reward for the pouting child. She bounced slightly with gleeful anticipation as the merry man leaned over to hand her - a lump of coal.
Clearly it wasn’t what Nomi/Sandra expected, those doe eyes turned to the shooter as he gestured with a dramatic downward motion. She hesitated, unsure as to what exactly he wanted, until she spied the false beard dangling practically in her face. Grinning devilishly, the impetuous pixie reached up to deftly yank the curly face-piece down only to find Dorian Gallo behind the disguise!
So surprised was she, Sandra unexpectedly released those rather stiff whiskers, the elastic pulling them back into place with a loud snap. The flash of shocked pain in his handsome eyes quickly gave way to an impatient expression, as he firmly took the playful girl in hand. Even Dorian himself seemed astonished by what happened next.
Ana started to protest, but something inside her stopped to consider the delightfully appropriate scene. For all the frustration of dealing with this stubbornly innovative soul, the sight of that little woman taken across Dorians lap was too satisfying to stop.
Mindful of the anticipated clientele, he did keep enough restraint so that the night clothes stayed in place and the spanking was not too vigorous.
The stunned look on Sandra’s face furthered the illusion, each blow heightening that comically wide eyed expression. Leroy rapidly filled the disc, switching cameras with lightening speed so not to miss a single frame, the videographer likewise sought to quickly document this endearing punishment.
The stern old elf seated upon the toy chest, the now contrite child was properly corrected by eight firm strokes to each modestly clothed cheek, until Ana finally signaled a halt to the still wholesome scene. It was meant for all audiences - after all. The fur clad disciplinarian kindly allowed his charge to stand, all the while those adorable eyes rimmed with the faintest tears.
But Santa, prepared to reconcile as he dove into the sack once more - found an immaculately dressed dolly which he handed to the grateful little girl. Nomi held it close, rocking it gently as she was guided back to bed by the jolly elf. He tucked the sheets snuggly around her, depositing a kiss to that smooth forehead -
“Bravo. “ Leroy declared after he clicked off a final shot, checking his watch with idle amusement. “Those silly Parisians will be furious but this was worth the delay. I came expecting some intolerable little devil and found an angel instead. It will be a privilege to add this shoot to my portfolio. “
“Uh, there is the matter of a confidence. “ the woman inside the girl announced with all seriousness, even as reality intruded upon the surreal proceedings. “About the identity of your model - “
“As far as I’m concerned, Nomi was a very sweet child and a pleasure to work with. “ Mr. Lamour confided with a conspiratorial tone. “I will tweak the photos over the next few days, and our bold film maker over there will do likewise. I would love to tell a few people though - “
“No! “ declared both Sandra and Ana with one voice, even as Leroy grinned wickedly. “Of course not, but the looks on your faces - priceless. Eventually though the fairytale must end, and our little princess must return her gown to wardrobe. Good luck with the rest of the campaign, and Farewell. “
“OK. Now what was that all about? “ Dorian asked somewhat perturbed, absently scratching his short cropped sandy crew; after tearing the Santa hat and hairpiece off, the moment Leroy was gone. “I was coming by to see how you and Sandra were doing. This crazy man stopped me just off set, demanded that I try on this beard, said I’m Hired and shoved me into that Santa suit. “
“And given it was Spur of the Moment, you seemed fairly inspired at one point. “ Ana chuckled, noticing a certain little actress rubbing her derriere somewhat gingerly. “Although I suspect you were holding back a bit toward the end. “
“No pun intended? “ Sandra quipped in a wincing normal voice, at which point Gallo actually understood whose rump he’d been tanning. In all truth, it was kind of a relief - along with something more which he only just now came to realize.
“Oh, don’t get me started on how much you deserved that, young lady. “ Ana countered quite cattily. “And who would have thought that such a quiet guy as our Mr. Gallo, could lay down such a heavy hand - “
“Don’t think of going there. “ he challenged her, waving his still gloved palm provocatively. “Unless you really do want to go there. “
“Spankings all around then. “ the still delectable project head murmured almost under her breath. “But could we get dinner first? It’s been a long day and - “
Our girl’s getting cranky. “ the other teased, all the while eyeing the lone male with covetous interest. “We should get her fed, huh? “
“So why don’t I change into something more suitable? “ their boss suggested, only to find Ms. Cartier smiling with uncharacteristic slyness.
“Why not dress up for the occasion, honey? It’s a celebration for a job well done, after all. “ Ana ventured. “As the star of the hour, you have an entire wardrobe to choose from. “
Nomi found herself in agreement, even as Dorian decided there were issues here which he didn’t even want to try to understand. He ultimately let the women have their time while he darted off to his own changing room. It was getting way too weird all at once.
*
They ate at a rather fancy steak house named Winston’s, but as the immediate crisis had been settled, the trio welcomed some downtime before the final dash to the finish line. There were some niggling doubts in the back of Sandra’s mind, concerning the ease at which she’d stepped into some rather large shoes - metaphorically speaking.
She’d donned a lighter indoor sort of dress, along with the rather delicate undergarments, still in Engels-Kinds’ turn of the 19th century style. It was a bit of silly play acting to Sandra Biltmore, but as Nomi D. Plum she felt rather like Margaret O’Brian in ‘Meet Me in St Louis. ‘
“Can I get you folks some drinks to start? “ suggested the waiter, a question which Sandra had apparently been waiting for all day. “I’d like an Appletini, please. “ she requested.
The rather cute college age server chuckled dryly while looking to the obvious adults at the table. Ana patted her hand patronizingly. “Our little girl will have an Ice Tea, of course. I’ll have a vodka tonic and the gentleman here will have a Guinness? Is that right, sweetheart? “
He nodded slowly, sparing a sympathetic smile for the third wheel, stuck in her childish persona for the night. But perhaps that was OK, at least until they could return to a more business like setting. For her part in this, Sandra still held to a good humor, but he could see that Ana was perhaps having too good a time with it.
“So we get a sneak peek of the video on You-Tube in the next week, and Vanity Fair has made a good offer for an exclusive on Engels-Kind - with Lamours pictorial, of course. “ Ana told him excitedly before taking a second to attend to Nomi’s meal, a grilled salmon. “Here, let me cut that into smaller pieces for you, darling. “
“I can do it myself. “ snapped the girl with a none too amused tone, all the while feeling herself the center of attention in these rather unusual clothes. “I’m not a baby, you know - “
“Of course she isn’t . “ agreed a passerby, a quite curvaceous gal who seemed barely into her twenties, stopping at their table with an elder gentleman in tow. “Were you in a school play, sweetie? I love that dress by the way. “
“I’m a model. “ Sandra answered rather cockily, though inwardly she envied the more mature shape of her admirer. Still, if Ana was going to ridicule her, she was prepared to play the game too. “In fact, we just finished an important shoot today. “
“Wow. Good for you. “ gushed the brunette beauty with honest interest. “I’m one as well. Some trade magazines, Harpers, GQ, some more grownup publications. I’m Tammy Yeager. And what’s your name? “
“Nomi Desiree Plum. “ the name did sound fairly contrived, the more Sandra used it, but sexy Tammy only nodded - one professional to another. “And who does your pictures, Hon? “ she requested politely.
“Leroy Lamour. “ the smaller girl puffed herself up a bit as she answered, but Tammy’s eyes opened wide regardless. “It’s a really huge campaign, due out in a few months - “
“That’s Major League. “ if Sandra thought to undercut Ms. Cartier’s teasing, she could see that young Ms. Yeager was beyond impressed - in point of fact she seemed floored. “I’d hoped my whole life to get something like that - but you, kiddo. Should I know the client? “
“You’ve likely seen the teasers on the web. “ Dorian jumped in cheerfully, nodding toward Tammy’s date who looked very familiar - and suddenly quite interested in this conversation. “A certain business coming out of Europe - “
“You’re that girl? “ now this young lady really stared with wonderment at the child, even as Ana felt pushed to the background. “The Buzz in the Salon was that it would be some known kid, but I’ll bet you blew the competition out of the water. I’m gonna remember you, Nomi Desiree Plum. “
“Tell your friends. “ suggested Dorian, as Sandra basked in the glow of all this praise, aimed though it was at the youngster, not the woman. But even as Tammy waved goodbye to her newfound friend, Gallo suddenly recalled just where he’d seen the old man from.
“Erik Klein, he’d bought a whole bloc of print houses many years ago. They turned out not only top model & men’s magazines, but also backed some pretty influential gossip sheets. “ he thought to himself, hoping that glint in the elder male’s eye was the right kind of lust - for sex not for scandal.
{The Nutcracker Meet.}
For all of Dorian’s paranoia, the gambit seemed to be paying off - as over the next several weeks the propaganda expanded beyond all expectations.
Ms. Biltmore on the other hand, discovered; much to her own chagrin, that Nomi had likewise become ‘The Next Big Thing. ‘ which soon flooded her in box with requests from talking heads - practically begging to share a few moments with this overnight sensation.
Sandra was forced to improvise like mad, concocting a fable of overnight fame and almost cloistered commitment, all to explain why Nomi rarely did interviews. Those which the girl did agree to were prerecorded, assorted Q & A forms sent out in advance - individually tailored to suit the style of each interviewer.
It didn’t hurt that she received unexpected help from Leroy Lamour, who spun his own fanciful story about a foundling child, practically born in the studio, a blithe sprite of both maturity and purity.
Sandra found she had to concoct a bio which even Clifford Irving would’ve been proud of, cannibalizing bits of her own childhood to pad out the narrative of this orphaned girl turned superstar.
Ana was designated the guardian at the door, as even Engels-Kind appeared jubilant and all seemed right with the world. That is - until a certain person showed up in Ms. Biltmore’s office.
“Sandra? It’s Sylvia Knight. “
With that rather curt introduction, this stoic promoter; almost like a school mistress with her reserved fashion sense and ironic humor, breezed in with the confidence of one who knew she was always right. With the former aide, she simply nodded with undecipherable nonchalance.
“Might I sit? “ the silver haired senior asked, smug in her assurance that she could still make this all too pleased gal jump. “I wanted to drop by and personally congratulate your team on the work thus far. It was; shall we say, Inspired? On more than one level, I’m sure. “
“Thank you, ma’am. “ Sandra responded with a slight hesitation, catching a nuance to the compliment she couldn’t read.
“No, I’m serious. “ Mrs. Knight continued emphatically. “The well conceived web design concocted by Mr. Gallo, the relentless dedication of Ms. Cartier in assembling an impressive list of girls. I especially wish to restate, how incredible you were in discovering what will ultimately be’ that Pearl Beyond Price. ‘ for this firm - and the world at large, I would think. “
Her former assistant definitely felt an ‘Other Shoe.’ shift to that now uncompromising tone, the thoughtful penetrating stare narrowing in cool analysis.
“However, we have two major problems that I can see, ones which you likely never considered in all your cleverness - Young Lady. “
Oh God, she knew. How did she know? Sandra had been certain that they considered every angle in keeping things under wraps.
“First of all, my late husband founded this business on; among other qualities, impeccable integrity and aboveboard campaigning. “ the powerful woman declared. “This goes for our acceptance of any new contracts. Those we represent are the best at what they do, the philosophy behind the product equally important. You understand this, yes? “
“I do … ma’am. “ her humbled employee murmured, which Sylvia actually found appropriate. “Just understand I was thinking about how to get the job done, the best way I knew how. “
“I’m sure of that. “ the elder continued on with unrelenting condescension. “But as much as you were put in a tough spot, it still leaves us with these two big problems. The first one is this. Whoever was picked as the face of Engels-Kind, she still has a five year contract, does she not? “
“She does, yes. “
“Can Nomi Desiree Plum; lovely name, by the way, can she do that? Can she be the perfect little angel for that long? Be the ultimate child Icon for the foreseeable future? “
Sandra slowly bowed her head in consent as the trap closed hard on the girl, her easy solution all too quickly becoming a commitment that was; in her own words ‘Quite Immutable. ‘
“But how did you figure it out? “ the former media head asked with a strained high pitched voice.
“My Darling Girl. “ Sylvia told her, mocking the youthful presumption. “For all the years I’ve lived, the hundred of people who have worked for us, understand that I do know my people well. I also know the difference between how a child; even a very gifted one, and an adult - pretending to be one, behaves “
‘Exaggeration. “ Sandra sighed, her mentor smiling more honestly now, somewhat consoling in her affirmation. “That even a hyper-active young girl still projects a naturalness to her rhythm. I must confess, even that wasn’t enough, until the odd compliment from your number one admirer; Mr. Leroy Lamour.
“Maturity & Purity? That was the phrase he used. “
“I don’t understand. “
“Clearly, “ the spirited rebuke was not all that mean, almost jovial in fact, Sylvia touching the others hand lightly. “Normally, we grownups place the emphasis on what’s important to us, so usually “Purity’ comes before ’Maturity.’ when referring to a child. But don’t worry, Darling Girl, the kitten isn’t out of the bag just yet. I’m certain that few would pick up on these things, unless they were looking for them in the first place. “
“But there was that second problem you mentioned? “ the clearly crushed younger woman ventured cautiously. She didn’t quite believe that this could get any worse - until it did.
“Ah, it has to do with the upcoming Christmas debut in early November. “ Mrs. Knight chortled, reinvigorated by the challenge before them. “There’s the holiday special which details the making of your little session, a series of TV spots which were rendered down from the video already shot. And the climax of this whole affair - a very public appearance of Nomi Plum - live and in person. This includes both the runway show and a major after party.“
Sandra Biltmore felt like that little girl she was about to become - her former title and benefits shared between Dorian and Ana, who would also be keeping the faux child in character. Today would be the first day of the rest of her new life as Nomi - her semi-permanent Nom de plume for the foreseeable future.
“So, once Nomi has arrived, have Ana bring her by my house for tea. “ Sylvia suggested with a maternal sweetness. “It’s past time that she and I get better acquainted .
FINI ?
Re-GIF.
By Wayne Z
{A Holiday Bonus Fast Becomes a Shortfall.}
Just before the crisis, Sandra Biltmore, 27, was a right jolly office elf as the ambitious Media Rep whistled a merry tune - looking on the next step in this deal she’d brokered.
As a longtime lackey with U-Knight Agency, the prettily petite yet severe planner found her first time at bat a daunting multimedia headache. Fortunately her boss, Sylvia Knight, had chosen two from her own staff to assist in this 15 million dollar venture.
While they weren’t Sandra’s first choice, and in fact were considered equally for her position, even she had to admit that Dorian Gallo and Ana Cartier would look to the best interest of the company.
And what a contract they’d cut with the Bavarian Youth Apparel & Accessories Firm, Engels-Kind. Already a tradition in Europe, its rising star and rocketing shares prepared to go Global, just in time for the Christmas season. Of course only the right campaign could transform the imminent stellar phenomena into a Supernova.
Way back in April, Dorian organized the teasers for the trade publications - as well as some very popular (and therefore) very influential fashion Blogs. Ana was handed the daunting task of finding that adolescent icon for the company, a sweet girl between ten and twelve who could handle the very public madness with calculated charm and grace.
Among the thousands of hopefuls, even as the date for the exclusive photo shoot fast approached, she’d thought she’d found the best two candidates. One was a genuinely decent kid, Francesca De Champ from Jefferson City Missouri, who was just starting to get noticed by the major modeling firms, and the other?
A veteran practically from birth, 11 year old Cynthia Bethel of Ashville North Carolina, had the looks and the diva attitude to match - as well as a stage mom from Hell.
A diamond in the rough or a little monster with a sharp disposition like broken glass, the choice seemed pretty straight forward. That was until late August when Sandra Biltmore decided to make the final selection herself.
“As much as the idea of an authentic unknown is appealing, “ she explained carefully in haughty tones, though both women were the same in experience. “we really need a seasoned child to stand before the camera. With what U-Knight has fronted already, I honestly believe Cynthia is the better gamble. “
“So long as she can honor both the contract and the intent behind this campaign. “ Ana advanced cautiously, thinking that little brat wasn’t the only Prima Donna to deal with. “But shouldn’t we have a backup? Keep Francesca on retainer? Just in case - “
“Possibly. “ interrupted the project head rather testily. “Though I’m not sure how much better a relative newcomer could be. Besides, I’d already sent through the paperwork, so it’s a done deal. Leroy Lamour, our very expensive premiere shooter will arrive on the fifteenth of September. We’ll have slightly more than half a day with him before he has to fly off to Paris. “
Thus was the contrast in style between the associates. Ms. Cartier was always a patient consummate craftswoman, the tall lean tortoise of a gal deceptively plodding while Sandra -
She; this rather diminutive spitfire, was less the glamorous energizer rabbit than a hyper efficient little bunny, specializing in overkill and sparkling drama. Perhaps the lack of height at four and one half feet prompted this ‘Damn the torpedoes. ‘ approach, but when it worked, the end results were fairly impressive. When it didn’t - well, a two out of three success rate tended to blind many to her dismal failures.
For all of this, Ana honestly thought Sandra was a good girl; in spite of her blind ambition, the almost pure enthusiasm behind the hubris - endearing in its own way.
If there was any antagonism between the women, it was simply that they each saw this assignment as the single most important one in their careers. For the Engels-Kind account, both were totally committed to pulling off the biggest promotion in advertising history.
That was until the Kind Schrecklichs mother, Doris; forever the second runner up, decided to up the ante.
“You’re Miss. Biltmore? “ It was such an incredulous tone from the stick thin plastic faced giant of a woman, staring deliberately down at Sandra as if she were the subordinate, not the superior. “Short in stature but not in status we hope. We have to talk Turkey, so I need someone with the authority to make things happen. “
“I assure you, ma’am, “ Sandra stood up stiffly from behind her desk, trying to get as much height from her elevated heels as she could. Not that it mattered, the over enhanced older woman peering disdainfully through the others high end coal gray business suit with X-ray eyes.
“ I am that person. Now - as to talking Turkey, we’ve given your daughter every consideration in her contract. Our lawyers and yours have jointly agreed the terms were more than generous. “
“Nevertheless. “ Mrs. Bethel amended, not even trying to wheedle, ever so dismissive. “I recently found an Exclusivity clause which frankly just won’t do. “
Now that was a lie; which this idiot knew all too well. One generation removed from Poor White Trash, but she had a cleverness which understood the plain speak behind all the legalese.
Her greed couldn’t have been timed any worst.
It came during a short countdown to the most crucial stage of the campaign, a grand reveal of the girl who would represent Engels-Kind for the next five years, an exhaustive photo & video shoot which was to begin less than two hours from now.
“It just occurred to me that poor Cynthia would be tied up for those five years. She would not be able to pursue other jobs, would reach a certain maturity while committed to hawking clothes and merchandise which are - and frankly it gives me chills to say this - rather overtly adolescent to begin with. “
“Thus the extra recompense tied in with how well the American line sells. “ Ms. Biltmore was just now beginning to panic, almost wishing she’d listened to Ana’s sage advice, regretting a certain phone she’d made to another mom. “And the retro styling is key to dragging in those parents who are tired of their little angels wanting to dress up in Junior Tart fashion. “
“All fine points, Young … Lady. “ Doris half conceded, though her hesitancy came just before closing in for the kill. “But my daughter wants a more flexible Out, and as her duly appointed agent we’d like a larger cut of the profits as well. “
“Mrs. Bethel. “ Sandra declared with as steely a tone as she could muster, hoping the money backing her could make this insane woman see reason. “The contract is, first and foremost, quite immutable. My client will not alter any line of it this late in the game. Secondly, the clothes and toys are the sole - and I do mean; SOLE, property of the family owned company. Your daughter signed on as an Icon, with no fair claim to any Proprietary Rights. “
“That’s all fine and good. “ this hyper maternal blackmailer chuckled, somewhat like the evil stepmother from a twisted fairytale. “But these are our conditions. Accept them and I’ll have my princess on a plane in an instant - “
“On a plane?! You didn’t bring her with you?! “ gasped Sandra, that thin veneer of diplomacy ripped to shreds by her explosive outrage. “You stupid cow! We have the best set photographer on the whole of Planet Earth out there, with serious time constraints - I might add! There is no way in Hell she’ll arrive before Leroy’s obligation to us becomes Null & Void. “
“As I said, “ Doris calmly explained, as if she’d never heard a single word spoken by the smaller - and thus inconsequential woman. “If you say ‘Yes’ this can all be fixed. If you refuse, since you seem to admire these clothes so much, you could model them yourself? You’d be just about the right size, I would think - “
“Thinking is something you can never be accused of. “ Sandra declared heatedly, stomping loudly to the door as she did. “And as for your attempt to hold us over a barrel - all I’m prepared to offer you is the way out and a fashionable boot up your bony ass! Leave Now! Double quick, or Security will find a way to make your exit as humiliating as possible. “
Looking astonished at the set expression before her, Doris seemed almost ready to engage before regaining some semblance of sanity. She simply shrugged her shoulders, giving into a grand patronizing final gesture. Even as Ana arrived on the scene, the younger woman saw Mrs. Bethel pat Sandra’s dark blond head as one would a stubborn child.
“Call me when you‘re ready to deal, little lady. “
“I don’t want that Biach or her spawn anywhere near this building. “ the media executive ordered, trying to calm herself before she could gather her shattered senses. “And if you could, please accept my apologies. Ana? I really thought the brat would be more professional than that. Also, if you could get Mrs. De Champ on the phone for me? “
“Already done, boss. “ Ana answered quickly, though not without a touch of irony in her voice. “Unfortunately she won’t talk to you, or anyone representing U-Knight. Evidently you critiqued her daughters abilities rather severely. “
“I simply suggested that she get a few more years practice on the local front - before attempting to break into the national scene. “ Sandra protested rather meekly.
“’Pig Calling Contest. ‘ was one of the milder events you mentioned. “ her aide chastised the project head somewhat roughly. “Also, I’ve heard on the grapevine that another agency, in New York City, has already picked up the ball we dropped. We’ll need some pretty serious bank to get even a big toe in that door again. “
“It honestly doesn’t matter, since this window is closing in an hour. “ moaned Sandra, staring rather obliquely at the stack of catalogs from their client. Soon to be ex-client, it would seem. All they needed was a competent child model to wear the dresses and dance around the oversized sets -
“I’ll go tell Leroy to pack everything up. “ Ana started to say before she was distracted by a light touch on her forearm. There was an upturn to Sandra’s lips - a strange embarrassed sort of smile, but a smile nonetheless.
“Give me 30 minutes. “ the smaller woman giggled. “If it works, it works. If not - “
“If what works? “
“You’ll see. “ Sandra laughed, way too brightly for Ms. Cartier’s like.
{Secret Sandra.}
Leroy Lamour fussed with his equipment while a handful of helpers carefully arranged the soft lighting about, what could so politely be called, Toyland on Acid.
It was a garishly painted array. Oversized Gift Boxes were stacked crazily atop the draped contoured set, several stuffed raggedy Christmas Elves tossed about like psychedelic throw pillows, A Giant Rocking Horse anchored snuggly in forward tilt. Numerous other items waited nearby to change the venue quickly, so to get the best use of the photographer and his talent.
“Mr. Lamour, “ Ana approached the man apologetically, wondering just where Sandra had gotten to. This was really her job, after all. “About the shoot. Our model is - “
“Is getting ready as we speak, yes. “ he gushed rather enthusiastically. “Such a bold choice, I’m seriously considering adding time to our contract, free of charge. It’s such a literal reinvention of the fairytale motif - I feel very inspired. “
“The Model? “ the woman repeated stupidly, mindful of that dangerous twinkle to Ms. Biltmores eyes. What did Sandra do? Steal some kid off the street? “She’s in makeup? “
“I said that, didn’t I? “ this maestro of still life answered somewhat sardonically. “Our videographer is back there as well, so be assured that everything is in hand. “
Somehow Ana wasn’t that convinced - but if Leroy was enthused, she would simply meet this mystery girl and make her the offer of a lifetime. Perplexed, caught undecided between Ecstasy and Dread, the otherwise steady young woman found a makeup artist hovering over someone, half dressed in frilly underwear that was a modern take on almost Victorian style clothing.
The lower garments, slate colored with cool blue ruffles about waist and ankles, mimicked bloomers while more juvenile in look, the matching camisole top cut to the straight youthful figure. The dove white hoses were held up by contemporary elastic as dainty bare feet banged idly against the simple metal chair.
‘You don’t know how grateful we are. “ Ana gushed, idly glancing about to spy some parent or agent standing by. “I love you - “
“And I love you too. “ laughed a light yet very familiar voice as that carefully coiffed head half turned, only to be corrected by the makeup girl. “We should be ready in about fifteen minutes. “
“What do you think you’re doing? “
The affect was astonishing, though the bare faced executive was not quite the little girl they were aiming for. Sandra could credibly pass for sixteen; at first glance, but her aide wasn’t convinced it would hold up under prolonged observation. At the same moment Ana decided all was lost, the cosmetologist applied a clear liquid beneath the wide eyes, erasing yet another three years with one deft stroke of the brush.
“I’m turning a deficit into an asset - and who is this Sandra person you’re referring to? “ giggled the quite playful and much more adolescent sounding woman. “Some cranky no fun girl, or so I’ve heard. “
“And what IS your name, young lady? “ Ana sighed, slowly catching the holiday spirit of doing something delightfully naughty. Everything else be damned, this misadventure was in keeping with her boss’ Full Steam Ahead style. For the present, She could only go along for the ride.
“Nomi Desiree Plum. “ this emergent child announced gaily, before being shushed by the slightly impatient stylist. Ana picked up on the meaning behind the moniker, though it added another layer of risk to the deception. Once again, she was in for that proverbial dollar, so at the conclusion of the makeover, the woman simply reached out a hand which Nomi took trustingly.
*
“Darling Girl, head back just a bit. “ Lamour teased his new favorite star. “Less of that ‘Frightened Fawn. ‘ look, OK? This is Christmas Magic we’re making here. “
Nomi, nee Sandra, nodded as she blew a cloud of faux snow flakes off her upheld palm, looking as sweet as a Sugar Plum in her party frock. The ensemble was all crushed velvet with fur trimmings, the billowy skirt uplifted by three petticoats.
Ana still couldn’t believe the transformation - though in retrospect the exuberance had always been there. But what adult restraint had once reined in, this mischievous holiday age play gave free reign to.
It was innocence born out of necessity. Still, the merry glow to those dimpled cheeks were more than makeup tricks or the soft focus of the camera lens.
To add to the seasonal surrealism, as the two initial setups turned into three - and ultimately four, the longer the session, the less there seemed of Sandra.
Already she was a sweet winter angel throwing snowballs at the camera man, a red faced cherub on a sled amidst a small clutch of flat plywood pines, and the aforementioned close-ups which so flawlessly mirrored a child’s grace and innocence.
While the scene was being shifted from Winter Wonderland to a Holiday Nursery, the illusion still lingered as Nomi changed into a dove white ruffled nightgown, her beribboned honey blonde dyed tresses now tied back in a single ponytail. She was the naughty little girl, spurning the sandman in hopes of catching a glimpse of St Nicolas.
The centerpiece was a fake brick fireplace, replete with scarlet cellophane strips which fluttered upward while the child hid behind an antique toy chest. Additionally, there was a real four poster bed along with a window frame suspended in mid-air - behind which projected snow lazily fell.
“And just as she despaired, “ the impish director misquoted cheerfully. “ for no Hope could be Found - onto the hearth St Nicolas came with a bound. “
Dramatic Pause, or so they thought until Leroy gave an impatient Humph. “St Nicolas Came With a Bound? “
At that second gruff command, Santa burst through the faux flames, almost like a quarterback breaking the banner on his way onto the field. He stumbled slightly in his hurried entrance, but at a hand sign the maestro made it seem deliberate. One half step forward, this awkwardly padded Claus turned abruptly to retrieve his sack of goodies which seemed stuck in the flue.
It gave some resistance, all the while his goggle eyed witness snickering with unladylike rudeness - even more so as the bundle released with an audible ‘Pop ‘ sending Santa falling upon his ample posterior. Turning toward the noise, with a twist of his head, the rumpled gift-giver let his audience of one know - she should really be in bed.
Nomi was having none of it, of course. After all, how often do you have the Big Man himself to fulfill your every Christmas wish? The confrontation was so adorable, the contrast between this paradoxically tall yet paunchy male and his little princess, but clearly she wanted her eagerly awaited prize.
Whoever the model was, he seemed to display genuine kindness in oddly familiar eyes, digging through that bag of goodies to discover a very special reward for the pouting child. She bounced slightly with gleeful anticipation as the merry man leaned over to hand her - a lump of coal.
Clearly it wasn’t what Nomi/Sandra expected, those doe eyes turned to the shooter as he gestured with a dramatic downward motion. She hesitated, unsure as to what exactly he wanted, until she spied the false beard dangling practically in her face. Grinning devilishly, the impetuous pixie reached up to deftly yank the curly face-piece down only to find Dorian Gallo behind the disguise!
So surprised was she, Sandra unexpectedly released those rather stiff whiskers, the elastic pulling them back into place with a loud snap. The flash of shocked pain in his handsome eyes quickly gave way to an impatient expression, as he firmly took the playful girl in hand. Even Dorian himself seemed astonished by what happened next.
Ana started to protest, but something inside her stopped to consider the delightfully appropriate scene. For all the frustration of dealing with this stubbornly innovative soul, the sight of that little woman taken across Dorians lap was too satisfying to stop.
Mindful of the anticipated clientele, he did keep enough restraint so that the night clothes stayed in place and the spanking was not too vigorous.
The stunned look on Sandra’s face furthered the illusion, each blow heightening that comically wide eyed expression. Leroy rapidly filled the disc, switching cameras with lightening speed so not to miss a single frame, the videographer likewise sought to quickly document this endearing punishment.
The stern old elf seated upon the toy chest, the now contrite child was properly corrected by eight firm strokes to each modestly clothed cheek, until Ana finally signaled a halt to the still wholesome scene. It was meant for all audiences - after all. The fur clad disciplinarian kindly allowed his charge to stand, all the while those adorable eyes rimmed with the faintest tears.
But Santa, prepared to reconcile as he dove into the sack once more - found an immaculately dressed dolly which he handed to the grateful little girl. Nomi held it close, rocking it gently as she was guided back to bed by the jolly elf. He tucked the sheets snuggly around her, depositing a kiss to that smooth forehead -
“Bravo. “ Leroy declared after he clicked off a final shot, checking his watch with idle amusement. “Those silly Parisians will be furious but this was worth the delay. I came expecting some intolerable little devil and found an angel instead. It will be a privilege to add this shoot to my portfolio. “
“Uh, there is the matter of a confidence. “ the woman inside the girl announced with all seriousness, even as reality intruded upon the surreal proceedings. “About the identity of your model - “
“As far as I’m concerned, Nomi was a very sweet child and a pleasure to work with. “ Mr. Lamour confided with a conspiratorial tone. “I will tweak the photos over the next few days, and our bold film maker over there will do likewise. I would love to tell a few people though - “
“No! “ declared both Sandra and Ana with one voice, even as Leroy grinned wickedly. “Of course not, but the looks on your faces - priceless. Eventually though the fairytale must end, and our little princess must return her gown to wardrobe. Good luck with the rest of the campaign, and Farewell. “
“OK. Now what was that all about? “ Dorian asked somewhat perturbed, absently scratching his short cropped sandy crew; after tearing the Santa hat and hairpiece off, the moment Leroy was gone. “I was coming by to see how you and Sandra were doing. This crazy man stopped me just off set, demanded that I try on this beard, said I’m Hired and shoved me into that Santa suit. “
“And given it was Spur of the Moment, you seemed fairly inspired at one point. “ Ana chuckled, noticing a certain little actress rubbing her derriere somewhat gingerly. “Although I suspect you were holding back a bit toward the end. “
“No pun intended? “ Sandra quipped in a wincing normal voice, at which point Gallo actually understood whose rump he’d been tanning. In all truth, it was kind of a relief - along with something more which he only just now came to realize.
“Oh, don’t get me started on how much you deserved that, young lady. “ Ana countered quite cattily. “And who would have thought that such a quiet guy as our Mr. Gallo, could lay down such a heavy hand - “
“Don’t think of going there. “ he challenged her, waving his still gloved palm provocatively. “Unless you really do want to go there. “
“Spankings all around then. “ the still delectable project head murmured almost under her breath. “But could we get dinner first? It’s been a long day and - “
Our girl’s getting cranky. “ the other teased, all the while eyeing the lone male with covetous interest. “We should get her fed, huh? “
“So why don’t I change into something more suitable? “ their boss suggested, only to find Ms. Cartier smiling with uncharacteristic slyness.
“Why not dress up for the occasion, honey? It’s a celebration for a job well done, after all. “ Ana ventured. “As the star of the hour, you have an entire wardrobe to choose from. “
Nomi found herself in agreement, even as Dorian decided there were issues here which he didn’t even want to try to understand. He ultimately let the women have their time while he darted off to his own changing room. It was getting way too weird all at once.
*
They ate at a rather fancy steak house named Winston’s, but as the immediate crisis had been settled, the trio welcomed some downtime before the final dash to the finish line. There were some niggling doubts in the back of Sandra’s mind, concerning the ease at which she’d stepped into some rather large shoes - metaphorically speaking.
She’d donned a lighter indoor sort of dress, along with the rather delicate undergarments, still in Engels-Kinds’ turn of the 19th century style. It was a bit of silly play acting to Sandra Biltmore, but as Nomi D. Plum she felt rather like Margaret O’Brian in ‘Meet Me in St Louis. ‘
“Can I get you folks some drinks to start? “ suggested the waiter, a question which Sandra had apparently been waiting for all day. “I’d like an Appletini, please. “ she requested.
The rather cute college age server chuckled dryly while looking to the obvious adults at the table. Ana patted her hand patronizingly. “Our little girl will have an Ice Tea, of course. I’ll have a vodka tonic and the gentleman here will have a Guinness? Is that right, sweetheart? “
He nodded slowly, sparing a sympathetic smile for the third wheel, stuck in her childish persona for the night. But perhaps that was OK, at least until they could return to a more business like setting. For her part in this, Sandra still held to a good humor, but he could see that Ana was perhaps having too good a time with it.
“So we get a sneak peek of the video on You-Tube in the next week, and Vanity Fair has made a good offer for an exclusive on Engels-Kind - with Lamours pictorial, of course. “ Ana told him excitedly before taking a second to attend to Nomi’s meal, a grilled salmon. “Here, let me cut that into smaller pieces for you, darling. “
“I can do it myself. “ snapped the girl with a none too amused tone, all the while feeling herself the center of attention in these rather unusual clothes. “I’m not a baby, you know - “
“Of course she isn’t . “ agreed a passerby, a quite curvaceous gal who seemed barely into her twenties, stopping at their table with an elder gentleman in tow. “Were you in a school play, sweetie? I love that dress by the way. “
“I’m a model. “ Sandra answered rather cockily, though inwardly she envied the more mature shape of her admirer. Still, if Ana was going to ridicule her, she was prepared to play the game too. “In fact, we just finished an important shoot today. “
“Wow. Good for you. “ gushed the brunette beauty with honest interest. “I’m one as well. Some trade magazines, Harpers, GQ, some more grownup publications. I’m Tammy Yeager. And what’s your name? “
“Nomi Desiree Plum. “ the name did sound fairly contrived, the more Sandra used it, but sexy Tammy only nodded - one professional to another. “And who does your pictures, Hon? “ she requested politely.
“Leroy Lamour. “ the smaller girl puffed herself up a bit as she answered, but Tammy’s eyes opened wide regardless. “It’s a really huge campaign, due out in a few months - “
“That’s Major League. “ if Sandra thought to undercut Ms. Cartier’s teasing, she could see that young Ms. Yeager was beyond impressed - in point of fact she seemed floored. “I’d hoped my whole life to get something like that - but you, kiddo. Should I know the client? “
“You’ve likely seen the teasers on the web. “ Dorian jumped in cheerfully, nodding toward Tammy’s date who looked very familiar - and suddenly quite interested in this conversation. “A certain business coming out of Europe - “
“You’re that girl? “ now this young lady really stared with wonderment at the child, even as Ana felt pushed to the background. “The Buzz in the Salon was that it would be some known kid, but I’ll bet you blew the competition out of the water. I’m gonna remember you, Nomi Desiree Plum. “
“Tell your friends. “ suggested Dorian, as Sandra basked in the glow of all this praise, aimed though it was at the youngster, not the woman. But even as Tammy waved goodbye to her newfound friend, Gallo suddenly recalled just where he’d seen the old man from.
“Erik Klein, he’d bought a whole bloc of print houses many years ago. They turned out not only top model & men’s magazines, but also backed some pretty influential gossip sheets. “ he thought to himself, hoping that glint in the elder male’s eye was the right kind of lust - for sex not for scandal.
{The Nutcracker Meet.}
For all of Dorian’s paranoia, the gambit seemed to be paying off - as over the next several weeks the propaganda expanded beyond all expectations.
Ms. Biltmore on the other hand, discovered; much to her own chagrin, that Nomi had likewise become ‘The Next Big Thing. ‘ which soon flooded her in box with requests from talking heads - practically begging to share a few moments with this overnight sensation.
Sandra was forced to improvise like mad, concocting a fable of overnight fame and almost cloistered commitment, all to explain why Nomi rarely did interviews. Those which the girl did agree to were prerecorded, assorted Q & A forms sent out in advance - individually tailored to suit the style of each interviewer.
It didn’t hurt that she received unexpected help from Leroy Lamour, who spun his own fanciful story about a foundling child, practically born in the studio, a blithe sprite of both maturity and purity.
Sandra found she had to concoct a bio which even Clifford Irving would’ve been proud of, cannibalizing bits of her own childhood to pad out the narrative of this orphaned girl turned superstar.
Ana was designated the guardian at the door, as even Engels-Kind appeared jubilant and all seemed right with the world. That is - until a certain person showed up in Ms. Biltmore’s office.
“Sandra? It’s Sylvia Knight. “
With that rather curt introduction, this stoic promoter; almost like a school mistress with her reserved fashion sense and ironic humor, breezed in with the confidence of one who knew she was always right. With the former aide, she simply nodded with undecipherable nonchalance.
“Might I sit? “ the silver haired senior asked, smug in her assurance that she could still make this all too pleased gal jump. “I wanted to drop by and personally congratulate your team on the work thus far. It was; shall we say, Inspired? On more than one level, I’m sure. “
“Thank you, ma’am. “ Sandra responded with a slight hesitation, catching a nuance to the compliment she couldn’t read.
“No, I’m serious. “ Mrs. Knight continued emphatically. “The well conceived web design concocted by Mr. Gallo, the relentless dedication of Ms. Cartier in assembling an impressive list of girls. I especially wish to restate, how incredible you were in discovering what will ultimately be’ that Pearl Beyond Price. ‘ for this firm - and the world at large, I would think. “
Her former assistant definitely felt an ‘Other Shoe.’ shift to that now uncompromising tone, the thoughtful penetrating stare narrowing in cool analysis.
“However, we have two major problems that I can see, ones which you likely never considered in all your cleverness - Young Lady. “
Oh God, she knew. How did she know? Sandra had been certain that they considered every angle in keeping things under wraps.
“First of all, my late husband founded this business on; among other qualities, impeccable integrity and aboveboard campaigning. “ the powerful woman declared. “This goes for our acceptance of any new contracts. Those we represent are the best at what they do, the philosophy behind the product equally important. You understand this, yes? “
“I do … ma’am. “ her humbled employee murmured, which Sylvia actually found appropriate. “Just understand I was thinking about how to get the job done, the best way I knew how. “
“I’m sure of that. “ the elder continued on with unrelenting condescension. “But as much as you were put in a tough spot, it still leaves us with these two big problems. The first one is this. Whoever was picked as the face of Engels-Kind, she still has a five year contract, does she not? “
“She does, yes. “
“Can Nomi Desiree Plum; lovely name, by the way, can she do that? Can she be the perfect little angel for that long? Be the ultimate child Icon for the foreseeable future? “
Sandra slowly bowed her head in consent as the trap closed hard on the girl, her easy solution all too quickly becoming a commitment that was; in her own words ‘Quite Immutable. ‘
“But how did you figure it out? “ the former media head asked with a strained high pitched voice.
“My Darling Girl. “ Sylvia told her, mocking the youthful presumption. “For all the years I’ve lived, the hundred of people who have worked for us, understand that I do know my people well. I also know the difference between how a child; even a very gifted one, and an adult - pretending to be one, behaves “
‘Exaggeration. “ Sandra sighed, her mentor smiling more honestly now, somewhat consoling in her affirmation. “That even a hyper-active young girl still projects a naturalness to her rhythm. I must confess, even that wasn’t enough, until the odd compliment from your number one admirer; Mr. Leroy Lamour.
“Maturity & Purity? That was the phrase he used. “
“I don’t understand. “
“Clearly, “ the spirited rebuke was not all that mean, almost jovial in fact, Sylvia touching the others hand lightly. “Normally, we grownups place the emphasis on what’s important to us, so usually “Purity’ comes before ’Maturity.’ when referring to a child. But don’t worry, Darling Girl, the kitten isn’t out of the bag just yet. I’m certain that few would pick up on these things, unless they were looking for them in the first place. “
“But there was that second problem you mentioned? “ the clearly crushed younger woman ventured cautiously. She didn’t quite believe that this could get any worse - until it did.
“Ah, it has to do with the upcoming Christmas debut in early November. “ Mrs. Knight chortled, reinvigorated by the challenge before them. “There’s the holiday special which details the making of your little session, a series of TV spots which were rendered down from the video already shot. And the climax of this whole affair - a very public appearance of Nomi Plum - live and in person. This includes both the runway show and a major after party.“
Sandra Biltmore felt like that little girl she was about to become - her former title and benefits shared between Dorian and Ana, who would also be keeping the faux child in character. Today would be the first day of the rest of her new life as Nomi - her semi-permanent Nom de plume for the foreseeable future.
“So, once Nomi has arrived, have Ana bring her by my house for tea. “ Sylvia suggested with a maternal sweetness. “It’s past time that she and I get better acquainted .
FINI ?
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