wasn’t doing it, but everyone else thinks my Dad paid them off to falsify the test results.”
“Oh. That sucks,” I said, feeling even worse for him.
“Guess it comes with the territory. Everyone assumes shit like that when you’re from a wealthy family. You’ll find out soon enough, now that you’re part of our family. But the drug thing is just a rumor, I swear. I’ve never touched coke.”
“Okay, fine. I believe you,” I said, waving my hand. Cam grinned and nodded, obviously pleased to hear that. “Anyway, let’s talk about what we’re going to do to start fixing your image.”
I grabbed some notes from my folder and started outlining ideas for him, and then I mentioned something I’d come up with just before I came over here. “I got into contact with Marko Schreiber, and he’s agreed to feature you in his next shoot for Aubé .”
Cam raised an eyebrow. “Marko Schreiber? As in the Marko Schreiber?”
I nodded, a self-satisfied grin on my face. I was pretty proud of what I’d managed to do already, even though I’d only had this internship for a few hours.
Marko Schreiber was a famous photographer who lived and worked in the city. He usually worked on big commercial fashion advertisements for major magazines and websites, but occasionally he agreed to do shoots for smaller boutique clothing companies, like Aubé . Unlike what happened with most ad campaigns, he picked all the models, rather than leaving that to the magazine editors or advertising departments. Apparently they let him do that because he had a great eye for talent, so everyone trusted his judgment.
Every time he used a new model, even in smaller campaigns, demand for the model in question skyrocketed. That was very rare, though, because he tended to use the same models over and over.
Luckily for me, he was Kara’s uncle, and she’d always been his favorite niece. She’d been over the moon with excitement when she’d found out that the infamous Cam Meyers was my new stepbrother—though she didn’t know about my history with him, of course—and when I’d told her about the internship, she’d called her uncle and asked him if he’d do her a favor for me. He’d agreed immediately, saying he’d be happy to do anything for a friend of hers. When I’d spoken to him, he’d told me that he’d actually been a fan of Cam’s look for a while, and he’d said that he’d use him for his next Aubé campaign as long as I promised that Cam wouldn’t cause any trouble.
Now I just had to keep my fingers crossed and hope Cam didn’t screw it up.
“So the shoot for that is in four and a half weeks,” I said. “That gives us time to focus on doing a few things to clean up your image, and it also gives us time to go to the Hamptons for our parents’ honeymoon thing.”
Even though I didn’t really want to go on vacation with Cam, I was still looking forward to the Hamptons trip. I’d never been there before, seeing as it was basically a playground for the wealthy, and I couldn’t wait to do some sightseeing and get in some beach time with my Mom. I’d been over-exerting myself with my college work and Twitch gaming channel lately, and things were only going to get busier with this internship. A vacation would be a good way to relax before I threw myself back into it all.
“Cool. I still can’t believe you managed to book a shoot with Marko Schreiber,” Cam replied. “Pretty impressive, Anya.”
“Thanks. But you should really thank my friend Kara. She helped me with it a lot. Anyway, it should be good. I’ve been looking at some of his previous campaigns, and he’s amazing, as I’m sure you already know. He’s really good at capturing people’s personalities and making them look great.”
“You saying I don’t already look great?” he said with a grin.
“Oh, shut up.”
He scooted his barstool closer to mine. “So…back to what we were talking about earlier. What’s so bad about me allegedly being
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