Chapter Four
Monday…
She wore the silver dress with the silver heels on Monday, striding into the open space of the studio like she had no fear of anything—though Jon Rush took care of that quickly.
He was there waiting for her once she was dressed—he hadn’t been when she arrived.
“Good afternoon,” she said politely approaching him.
He paid her little mind.
“Afternoon, Sophie,” he rattled off and turned his back on her, talking to Martin about lights and pulleys, in language that didn’t have any meaning for an extraneous model standing alone in the center of the room with nothing around her.
When he turned back, Jon Rush seemed to have forgotten that she’d been there all along; and looking her over with a cursory indifference, he strode to the side table and grabbed the collar.
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