dress had gold V’s printed over it, and was paired with some T strap chain sandals, that had gold Vespasian V’s as the chains. The look was East meets West; a pairing of Beijing and Milan, uniting the best of both worlds.
Gina’s third showing, was a white form fitting dress, with a sweetheart neckline, that she paired with a breathtaking pair of quarter-calf, leg-wrap sandals. The sandals, whose tiny white straps wrapped themselves up to a quarter of the wearer’s calf, were show stealers. The crowd couldn’t stop the gasping, and then clapping and cheering after seeing them.
And Sterling went all out with his last showing. He chose to have Rick Ross’s song ‘Boss’ blasted on the loudspeaker when the model strutted out onto the stage. She wore a white, oversized, rabbit fur, hooded parka, with rabbit feet sewn the length of it, serving as the toggles. It fit right in with this year’s motif of good fortune. This year, even Donatella had to bow down and give him his props.
“Okay, you showed your ass, this year,” Kimberly told him.
Sterling turned in her direction. “Hello!” He was surprised out of this world.
“Allow me to introduce my friends and colleagues, Pamela Winslow, and Aisha Green,” Kimberly told him.
“Please to meet you,” Sterling told them, shaking each of their hands in turn.
“Kim said that you work for Vespasian,” Pam said nodding. “I have to admit, you guys stole the show this year.”
“That white Kimono was off the chain!” Aisha told him. “And that model, with her teeny-tiny feet in those high ass wedges, she looked just like a damn Geisha! You guys are off the charts this year!”
“What exactly do you do for Vespasian, Sterling?” Pam asked.
“Everything!” Sterling said laughing.
“He’s right, I saw him carrying boxes,” Kimberly said laughing.
“Oh, so you’re just like us,” Aisha said. “A jack of all trades, but under appreciated by all the higher ups.”
The ladies all lifted their glasses in a toast.
“To the under appreciated!” Kim said. “The ones that make the company go round and round.”
“But who get stepped on!” Pam added.
“And who get the shitty assignments, and the worst pay!” Aisha added.
“This is not exactly a shitty assignment,” Sterling said, waving his hand around at the beautiful set up.
“No, not this one,” Pam agreed. “But wait until you’re on that plane flying coach.”
“With that hollering baby in the seat across the aisle,” Kim said, shaking her head.
“And that bad ass little boy behind you, kicking the back of your seat,” Aisha added.
“And that fly mouth, flippant stewardess who looks down on you because you’re flying coach!” Kimberly said.
“And the cheap motel room, the funky crowds of journalists, the…” Aisha started.
Sterling held up his hands. “Okay, okay, I get you.”
Aisha pulled out a tiny digital recorder. “So, can I interview you?”
“Are you somebody worth interviewing, Sterling?” Pamela asked.
Sterling laughed. “That depends on who you ask.”
“Okay, okay, I’m not going to let y’all torture my friend,” Kim told her friends. She interlaced her arms with Sterling’s and led off. The two of them slowly made their way through the crowd, toward the pier.
“So, are you here on assignment?” Sterling asked.
“Something like that,” Kim replied.
“So, what exactly do you do for Mocha?”
“I’m an ad executive.”
“Oh, that explains it.”
“Explains what?”
“Why you were in the building that day, and why you’re at this fashion event today,” Sterling explained. “You’re lining up advertisers for your magazine.”
“Correct.” Kim said nodding. “And you’re here because?”
“Working for Vespasian, helping out with the fashion show, making sure everything goes right.”
“Okay, so what exactly do you do for them?” Kim
Gina’s third showing, was a white form fitting dress, with a sweetheart neckline, that she paired with a breathtaking pair of quarter-calf, leg-wrap sandals. The sandals, whose tiny white straps wrapped themselves up to a quarter of the wearer’s calf, were show stealers. The crowd couldn’t stop the gasping, and then clapping and cheering after seeing them.
And Sterling went all out with his last showing. He chose to have Rick Ross’s song ‘Boss’ blasted on the loudspeaker when the model strutted out onto the stage. She wore a white, oversized, rabbit fur, hooded parka, with rabbit feet sewn the length of it, serving as the toggles. It fit right in with this year’s motif of good fortune. This year, even Donatella had to bow down and give him his props.
“Okay, you showed your ass, this year,” Kimberly told him.
Sterling turned in her direction. “Hello!” He was surprised out of this world.
“Allow me to introduce my friends and colleagues, Pamela Winslow, and Aisha Green,” Kimberly told him.
“Please to meet you,” Sterling told them, shaking each of their hands in turn.
“Kim said that you work for Vespasian,” Pam said nodding. “I have to admit, you guys stole the show this year.”
“That white Kimono was off the chain!” Aisha told him. “And that model, with her teeny-tiny feet in those high ass wedges, she looked just like a damn Geisha! You guys are off the charts this year!”
“What exactly do you do for Vespasian, Sterling?” Pam asked.
“Everything!” Sterling said laughing.
“He’s right, I saw him carrying boxes,” Kimberly said laughing.
“Oh, so you’re just like us,” Aisha said. “A jack of all trades, but under appreciated by all the higher ups.”
The ladies all lifted their glasses in a toast.
“To the under appreciated!” Kim said. “The ones that make the company go round and round.”
“But who get stepped on!” Pam added.
“And who get the shitty assignments, and the worst pay!” Aisha added.
“This is not exactly a shitty assignment,” Sterling said, waving his hand around at the beautiful set up.
“No, not this one,” Pam agreed. “But wait until you’re on that plane flying coach.”
“With that hollering baby in the seat across the aisle,” Kim said, shaking her head.
“And that bad ass little boy behind you, kicking the back of your seat,” Aisha added.
“And that fly mouth, flippant stewardess who looks down on you because you’re flying coach!” Kimberly said.
“And the cheap motel room, the funky crowds of journalists, the…” Aisha started.
Sterling held up his hands. “Okay, okay, I get you.”
Aisha pulled out a tiny digital recorder. “So, can I interview you?”
“Are you somebody worth interviewing, Sterling?” Pamela asked.
Sterling laughed. “That depends on who you ask.”
“Okay, okay, I’m not going to let y’all torture my friend,” Kim told her friends. She interlaced her arms with Sterling’s and led off. The two of them slowly made their way through the crowd, toward the pier.
“So, are you here on assignment?” Sterling asked.
“Something like that,” Kim replied.
“So, what exactly do you do for Mocha?”
“I’m an ad executive.”
“Oh, that explains it.”
“Explains what?”
“Why you were in the building that day, and why you’re at this fashion event today,” Sterling explained. “You’re lining up advertisers for your magazine.”
“Correct.” Kim said nodding. “And you’re here because?”
“Working for Vespasian, helping out with the fashion show, making sure everything goes right.”
“Okay, so what exactly do you do for them?” Kim
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