It was hard to get organized in the studio because files where everywhere, films developed and undeveloped, cameras and
acsessories, people trying to fix last minute arrangements for the shoot.
"Hey Frack!" Brian said, as he spotted his bestfriend. "Where's BJ?"
"She had an important meeting schedule with the big boss. Her shoot's scheduled at 3, it's already 10 minutes after 3." As if
on cue, BJ went inside the studio with Cari.
Brooke, spotting BJ, said, "Okay people, let's get this show rolling! Peter, fix the lighs, dimmer it a bit. Raina, BJ's
already here, fix her up. Quickly, everyone, Go! We're already running late!"
"Yeah, but some of her shoots will be located in Paris and New York. Contracts tomorrow due." Cari said shrugging then looking
around said, "Are those the Backstreet Boys?"
Five guys at the other corner, where BJ was given the last touches of her make-up, were laughing at what the redhead guy was
joking about.
"Yup, they're schedule's after BJ's. Anyway, as I've said there's some shots that need you to be in. Fortune Magazine's going
to feature you on the month after next's issue. I've squeezed a schedule for you, right after the Backstreet Boys'."
Cari sighed. "Oh alright, just make it fast. BJ's already finished. I need to call Geena to tell her that I'll be late for my
next meeting." she turned and walked to the table where her planner and cellphone were placed. She gasped.
"I talked with Cari, Ms.Sanders, the CEO of LIMPA. And guess what Nick?" not waiting for an answer from her brother, "I've
been picked to be a model for Gap!"
"A female for a CEO?" he said incredelously
"You are such a chauvinistic pig. She's cool. Anyway,"
Interrupting his sister, "Does mom already know this?" Nick asked.
"Not yet, my photo shoots gonna be located in Paris! I'm so excited. Call mom for me will 'ya? Tell her about it."
"Why don't you do it, you're the one who's going to Paris, not me."
"I will tell her, it's just that it's time for my shoot, Brainiac." with that BJ left. Nick sighed and stood up to get his
cellphone.
After he got his cellphone, a voice behind him said, "Are you a kleptomaniac?"
Turning around Nick looked puzzled, "Huh?"
"That's my cellphone your holding, in case you didn't know." she said cooly.
Puzzled, he looked at the cellphone he was holding, "This is my cellphone, a silver Nokia. I left it here a moment ago. This
can't be yours."
"Take off the battery and I will dictate to you the numbers at the back."
Nick took off the battery then lifted his eyebrow, "I'm waiting."
Already losing her patience, she dictated them quickly. "Satisfied?"
"What if you just saw the numbers and you memorized them?"
"Just give it back, I have no time for games!" Reaching for the cellphone but can't quite get it because the guy was holding
it up and he was quite tall. She gave up.
Annoyed, Nick asked, "Are you supposed to talk to me like that?"
"Look, I'm not in the mood to argue with a hard-headed fat lump of a male, so just give me back my cellphone."
Slapping back the cellphone at her outstreched hand, he said, "Aren't you suppose to be helping out with the crew, not calling
people "kleptomaniacs?" Thinking she was one of the photographer's assistants because of her casual outfit.
"I only call people kleptomaniacs when they stubbornly refuse to give back something that isn't theirs."
"You don't know who I am do you?" he said testily.
"Even if your the king of England, I wouldn't care."
"I'll tell you anyway, I'm Nick Carter, one of the Backstreet Boys."
Her eyes opened wide, Nick was happy with her reaction, "Regret it?" he asked.
"So that's why you have the I-own-the-world-and-I-don't-care-about-anyone-except-myself-attitude, you're a singer, synonymous
to the word,"asshole"."
"That's it! You're not getting off the hook that easily" he said angrily, "I'm reporting this rude incident to your boss."
he stomped away.
"Nice meeting you Bastard Boy." she said sweetly at his retreating back.
"What's with you?" Brian asked as Nick flopped down next to him.
"My path crossed with bitchy girl. First, she accused me of being a kleptomaniac, then called me a "hard-headed fat lump of a
male" and asshole and lastly called me a Bastard Boy!" Nick ticked off the things that happend.
"Wait, I know there is something behind this. What prank did you pull now?" Brian asked laughingly.
"Nothing! I just got her cellphone by mistake. She's one of the crew, and she had the gall to call me a fat lump! Wanna come
with me? She's really rude and I'm reporting this to Brooke." he said getting up.
"Oh alright." Brian stood up and went with Nick.
Cari was sitting on top a table watching Brooke setup another camera for the Backstreet Boys' shoot.
Brooke looked at her, her eyes questioning. "And make the Agency look bad? Are you sick? The reputation of the agency has
always been first in your priority." Broke paused, "Okay, what's up?"
"You know Nick Carter, BJ's brother? I had a heated argument, if you call what happened an argument, with him just a while
ago, and he's an obnoxious, arrogant son of a bitch." Cari rolled her eyes. "He even threatened to report me to my boss, ha!
Report what happened, to me! The bastard didn't know whose line he was crossing."
"What did he do?" Brooke asked curiously.
"He tried to steal my cellphone then when I told him that the cellphone he was holding was mine, he had the gall to interrogate
me! I already told him the 20# code at the back of my cellphone. He accused me of trying to steal my own cellphone!" Cari made
a face.
"Speaking of Nick Carter, he's coming over here with Brian." she nudged Cari to the direction where Nick was coming over.
"I bet he's going to try to accuse me of something again." Cari muttered under her breath.
"Well, well, well, your braver than I thought. Coming over here to admit your mistake." Nick said as he and Brian approached.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the kleptomanic." Cari shot back.
"You've pused the limits to my patience, I'm telling!" Nick said angrily. He turned to Brooke, who was becoming very amused
at the situation, saying, "This assistant of yours called me an asshole, a kleptomaniac, a Bastard Boy, and a fat lump of a
male! You should fire her!"
Smiling, Brooke said, "Maybe you should report this to Carissa Sanders for direct approval and so she can be fired immediately.
She's in the building anyway." Brooke suggested.
"You mean the CEO, she's here?" Turning to Cari, he said, "You're gonna get it now."
"Calm down Frack, you don't want her to get fired, or we won't get our Milk Ads shot properly." Brian said, with a twinkle in his
eyes.
Puzzled, "She's not the photgrapher." Nick said.
"But she won't release them, if she gets fired." Brooke said, winking at Brian.
"I don't care, I will speak with Ms. Sanders today." Nick turned around.
"Okay let's put this charade to an end. Nick would you like to see Ms. Sanders now?" Brooke asked. Nick turned around and saw
Cari smiling. "Mr. Carter, permit me to introduce to you, Ms. Carissa Sanders, CEO and Big Boss of LIMPA." Cari stood up.
"Hello Mr. Carter. I understand you have something to report to me about a rude assistant?" Cari asked smiling, and stressing
the word assistant.
"Yo, Brian!" Nick yelled jumping up and down so that Brian could spot him.
At the other side of the studio...
Brooke came up Cari and asked excitedly, "Did she agree to be the model for Gap?"
"Whre did you go before the shoot?" Nick asked his sister.
"Aaaarrrgggghhhh!"
While Brooke was fixing her camera for the Backstreet Boys' Shoot...
"Maybe you should make the Backstreet Boys' Milk Ad look bad. Make them look ugly especially the blond
guy." Cari suggested to Brooke.
