Page 46 of Plus Size Player

Lori took over with a beaming smile. “We’re expanding into casualwear, and Remedy was impressed with the way you styled one of our intro pieces. We premiered four pieces last season as a trial run, and you were wearing one of them. Was that intentional?”

I shook my head. “No. We weren’t told who would be in attendance, but we were told that we should do our own spin on business chic.”

“And you chose well,” Lori complimented. “So let me tell you about the position. Each of our models and brand ambassadors are hand chosen. We were set with four, but Remedy saw you and believes you are the missing piece we need on the board.”

She opened a portfolio and showed me the concept of one of their print ads.

“I like that you want to have an array of body types,” I commented.

One of the male models appeared to be on the larger side, witha thick build. He looked good—like the sexiest offensive lineman I’d ever seen. The three other models had different body shapes but were all straight sized. Every single one of them was beautiful, and so were the garments they had on.

Lori nodded. “Our clothing is size inclusive, and our models should reflect that. Our customers are real people with real bodies, so our models are real people with real bodies. We’re doing the first of a few photoshoots for print ads in a couple of weeks and we want all of that reflected.”

“I like that,” I acknowledged, continuing to listen to her pitch.

She pulled out a stack of papers and slid them across the table to me as she detailed the content creation and modeling expectations and requirements.

Lori flipped to the second page of the contractual agreement. “If you take the job, you’ll be featured in the national campaigns. And although you’re not guaranteed a feature in our commercial, as a spokesmodel, you’re in the running.”

So basically, I get paid a lot to do the same things I’m already doing,I thought as I stared at the paper contemplatively.Hell fucking yeah!

Keeping my poker face straight, I looked up at Lori. “This sounds great. Truly, it does. But how long is the exclusivity clause?”

“For the full nine months, you’d be exclusive to our brand. And at the end of the nine months, there is a bonus and a possible option to renew.”

Nine months. It’s not even a full year,I reasoned with myself.

“This contract is like any other—if you violate terms, you’ll be terminated. And if you decide you don’t want to participate anymore, you can terminate. However, if you are the one to terminate, the no-compete clause would remain in effect for the duration of the nine-month period.”

I exhaled slowly. “Okay.”

Lori continued going over the duties and highlights of the position. There were too many pros and only one con that I could come up with as I listened carefully to what she had to say.

“Now, this right here is your actual employment contract…” Sasha started as she went over the human resources paperwork infront of me. She reviewed typical stuff regarding code of conduct, fraternization, breach of contract, pay schedules, and direct deposit. “And finally, you’ll be paid at the end of each month. You follow everything so far?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Great.” She opened a folder and placed papers in it one at a time. “These are the pages you’d need to sign if you decide you want the job. This is everything we just went over. If you get home and you have any questions, my card is here. You can email and ask away.”

As soon as I took the folder and placed it in front of me, I knew I had already made up my mind to accept the job. “Okay, thank you.”

Lori sat back in her chair and smiled. “So now that you’ve heard everything in detail, we’ll need to know by Monday morning if you’re interested in accepting the position. Because if you accept, you’d need to report here on Monday at noon.”

“I don’t need until Monday,” I told them. “I’m interested. I accept.”

“Wonderful!” Lori clapped happily.

“Yes!” Sasha pumped her arm with glee.

Their excitement was infectious, and the smile I was trying to control stretched across my face. “Thank you!”

Sasha leaned forward, pushing a thick booklet toward me. “You need to read over this employee handbook. You aren’t an employee, per se. Your role functions as more of an independent contractor. But read through everything so you know how we do business. The primary function of the contract is the exclusivity.”

Lori nodded. “Yes. This year is a big one for us—especially as we roll into the fall season. For the time you are under contract, you will represent RL Fashions.”

“I understand,” I responded, looking between the two of them.

“There’s a semiformal event all of our models are encouraged to attend tomorrow,” Lori added, standing up. She reached across the table to shake my hand. “The Player’s Ball. All the fashion and business industry players are invited. I know it’s last minute;however, now that you’re one of us, it would be a pleasure to have you there. You’ll get a chance to meet everyone and celebrate as we kick off our countdown to Fashion Week. You don’t have to wear an RLF gown, but if you can add a piece, it’ll go a long way.”

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