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That was me - eighteen year old Angela Gonzales. I was the preppy, popular and Latina high school senior, Before you ask - yes, I do model...even if my mom didn't like it. Nothing big, mind you! I did some modest clothing catalogs for small businesses, but oh my god, did it make me famous (at least in this small Texas town). It made me some money...hell, I was half way saving for college.
Things were pretty simple for me aside from that; I had a great boyfriend, got good grades and already at my age, built a good name for myself. Things became a lot less simple when I got a certain dreaded Facebook message:
"Hey Angela. My name is Thomas Well.
As you may know already that I own a well established clothing line and I'd love to meet you and see if there's a place for you in my company. In fact, I do have a networking event going on in your town tonight.
Send me a reply by 5:00 PM if you'd like to join. I already know the perfect outfit for you to wear (don't worry, it's something from one of your catalogs. "
As you may know already that I own a well established clothing line and I'd love to meet you and see if there's a place for you in my company. In fact, I do have a networking event going on in your town tonight.
Send me a reply by 5:00 PM if you'd like to join. I already know the perfect outfit for you to wear (don't worry, it's something from one of your catalogs. "
It seems like a no brainer right? Thomas Well was contacting me for a meet up...at one of his parties! It seemed like a no brainer if it wasn't for the fact that Thomas had...a certain reputation. Namely, he was a lady chaser and was a notorious um...ass man (which admittedly, he had to a lot to admire given my big butt.)
It wasn't until my mom (who oddly enough was against my modeling career) practically forced me to respond. She didn't want to hear one word of why I shouldn't go - hell, she thought I was giving excuses and practically threw me to the wolves.
"First off, thank you for the opportunity Mr. Wells. What did you have in mind?" I nervously replied.
