Fene’s POV


    “Oh, hey, Greg. It’s nice to see you. We haven’t met in the officetely,” I weed with a light peck on each of our cheeks.


    “I know. We’ve been busy with our own projects,” Greg smiled broadly.


    Greg and I joined this mother agency only two weeks apart. Since then, he has always been my partner on small projects. Over time, as our sess grew, we started to have our own busy schedules. Thest time we worked together on the same project was a magazine editorial photoshoot half a year ago.


    “Hey, guys.” Kiara approached us this time.


    “I’m d to hear you’re both so sessful. It’s a shame everyone will retire in time,” she said with a smile.


    Damn, she mentioned retirement! That topic was sensitive for Greg and me. We were considered too old and were starting to lose to the younger models newly recruited.


    While Kiara was our junior, she was three years younger. Initially, she was recruited as a model. When they first recruited her, she snatched and stole many of my projects. Then, arrogantly, because she wanted to fulfill something she called passion, she switched to bing an actress.


    She challenged our agency’s rule that when someone chose to be an actress, their modeling activities would be reduced. She thought our boss, Ms. L, wouldply with her because she felt like the golden child.


    Unfortunately, Kiara didn’t understand that she was just a small, self-important actress with no acting talent. Kiara got small roles in sis and Hollywood films with poor ratings, so her name never really took off.


    When she decided to return to modeling, Ms. L and her agents no longer respected her. She even protested hysterically in the office because the brands she used to represent had left her.


    But, c’est vie; that’s life. You shouldn’t be greedy unless you are truly multitalented; then it’s okay.


    “You must be busy with TV series too, right? What’s the title again? If I’m not mistaken, Smash or Flush, right?” I pretended to be clueless and didn’t remember the title of the drama she starred in.


    “Maybe what you mean is Trash,” Greg joked, and weughed.


    Thank God! Greg and I still had the same chemistry to annoy others.


    “Oh, whatever. You can mock me, but after that olddy leaves, I will persuade the new boss to give me all the projects,” Kiara said irritably.


    “And the correct title of my drama is Crash! You guys are idiots.”


    Kiara strutted away. Greg and Iughed and made a toast.


    “She never learns. Greed only brings disaster.” Greg shook his head and sipped his wine.


    “Don’t you want to try being an actor too? Who knows, maybe Kiara’s right if the new boss is more flexible,” I said, sipping my cocktail again.


    “It would be more fun if I could join reality shows like dating shows or racing around the world. How about you? Don’t you want to try acting?” Greg asked.


    “I don’t know. Do you think I have acting talent?” I asked.


    “You’re more suited for a survival game show. It would be hrious to hear your panicked screams,” Greg chuckled, and I lightly punched his arm.


    One by one, more models arrived. There were a total of 28 models under Gene Model Management as their mother agency. Not everyone came today, but I made sure to greet everyone present. Being friendly and chatting about many things in hopes of attracting new projects. Except for Kiara, who was beyond help.


    “Everyone, attention. Ms. L ising in,” one of the agents announced, clinking their fork against their ss.


    I immediately stopped chatting. The room fell silent, and we waited. Suddenly, the music speaker yed a romantic ssical guitar song. An olddy with full makeup walked in wearing avender dress. She wore a pearl ne and earrings as essories.


    As she entered, everyone immediately apuded to wee her. She bowed, thanked everyone repeatedly, and then walked to the main runway stage.


    “Thank you, everyone, for being here. My children, how I miss you all.”


    Ms. L is the founder and owner of Gene Model Management. She is quite respected in the fashion world, and the models she promotes always attract attention in the fashion and entertainment industries.


    “I never imagined I could keep Gene Model Management running for over 30 years. At the age of 70, I still feel enthusiastic about promoting all of you to achieve your sess. Imagine how happy I am when I see your photos on magazine covers, on buses, or your films on TV, even in cinemas.” She paused for a moment and looked at all of us.Text ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.


    “I want to be just like other famous old designers whounched their new clothing line at 87 years old. I always dreamed that I will still signing contracts for all of you in myst breath,” She shook her head.


    “I want to continue seeing your achievements with me. But now I’m just a weak old L Jenkins.”


    Ms. L stopped her sentence and shed tears.


    “I’ve heard manyints from people. I’m sure you’re not satisfied with my performance as the agency’s leader. I’m outdated.”


    “I am sick, and I don’t know when my time wille.” She shook her head.


    “That’s why I want to find a partner to share the sess of this agency. To represent you as you deserve and to share sess with all of you.”


    “I don’t want just anyone taking over this office; it must be someone who will understand and pay attention to you. It must be someone who will truly care for you and help you ovee modern challenges.” She tightened her knuckles in the air.


    “And I found him-the person I think is right to lead you. The person who will help you reach higher levels of sess. The person who’s ready to lead you to a new era.”


    Ms. L coughed briefly, then continued her sentence.


    “Let me introduce you to n Schmidt.”