<Models, Inc.> Role Play Episode 13
Explosion vs. Explotation

The beach house was most suitable for a party to be held. Within the large downstairs area, there is another room with a small window, unlike in the living room, which was utilised the night as an area to serve food and drinks, besides the bar.

Many people appeared and disappeared. John Owen, Sarah's dad, was invited also and was sitting within the food area most of the time, talking to whoever walking past.

Hillary has been active in the house warming party, happily talking to various people about Models, Inc., Jason and the future. Cally was concentration on different people, sometimes Jason, but for the most part, when Hillary talked, all her attention was on her because she commanded respect. Even if Julie and Craig looked wonderful together in each other arms.

One thing Hillary did not do is idly talk. Each subject she addressed, she addressed with a purpose, whether it be in business or in sincerity that had been missed over the years. Such as why she had not paid that much attention to this model who had brought in so much money for her companies. But she was just finishing up on that subject now.

"...now that you are moved in, I hope to get to know you, and the others," she added in quickly with a nod, glancing around the party for them, "much better."

"Thank you, I hope so, too. To tell the truth, at least for me, there have been times when I've felt rather out in the cold with all the activity that happens in the home office." Cally let it drop there without going into what activity was going on.

"No need to feel cold anymore." Hillary sipped her soft drink glas before going on. "I took a look at your room earlier. I am naturally assuming that you don't mind?"

"If the door was open, why should I mind?"

Hillary looked confidently at the model, senior in experience, but youthful in looks, sincerity in her expression. "Where did you get all the items in your room?"

Cally shrugged, turning to look at everyone in the group, pegging each one with her eyes, talking directly at them before moving on to the next person. After all, the party was for her and they were here for the party. "Here and there. The shoots take me around the world from time to time and I usually convinced the director to allow time for me to shop, t bargain hunt, to haggle. Though in some countries, I had to brief and train the director t bargain for me, since the merchant woul not listen to a woman. But I would eventually get what I wanted and usually there would be someone in the group, such as the props master wh would know legal ways to get them through customs with the leas resistance."

"And what countries have you been in," Julie put forward, from over Craig's shoulder which she was hugging on to.

"Mmmmmmmm, let's see. England, Germany, Italy, Russia, Turkey, Afganastan, India, Pakistan, Viet Nam, Korea,...."

"North or South," Craig jovially interrupted.

"Both." She didn't stop for the shock on his face, the playful punch from Julie. "Phillipeans, Singapore, Austrailia," she pegged Julie with her eyes, a smile and took one in return from her, "New Zealand, Easter Island, Mexico, Costa Rica, Guatamalia, Columbia, Peru, Chile, Havanna, even a trip down to Anarctica, but there wasn't much to buy there."

Cally paused and smiled.

"Wow! Your passport must be full with visa stamps!" Cynthia, in a white laced up, boned bustier over a short white mini, exclaimed.

Cally slowly inclined her body as she responded. "It would be if I had not had it replaced for wear and tear reasons."

The ladies continue their trivial chat, when suddenly Cynthia was tapped on the shoulder. She turned around and saw Sarah's father there.

"Excuse me, would you happened to have seen Sarah around?" John Owen asked.

"Oh... Sarah. I haven't seen him around for a while actually... Have you Craig?" She yelled lightly across to the other side of the room.

"Nup."

"She must be in the wash room." said Cynthia to Sarah's dad, somewhat feeling a bit guilty having failed to locate Sarah when Jon is looking quite desperate.

"That must be it." John walked away from Cynthia and the group, but instead of going back to the food area he chose to sit next to the window this time, apparently waiting for Sarah to appear again.