Come With Me

Chapter 38 My First Dream

Though I had nothing to do with that name, I was so excited that I tossed and turned all night.

The next morning, I didn't go out. I sat at the table, looking at my phone and waiting for message from Rosie.

Because I really wanted to know what's going on with Rogelio now. I hoped that he could be well, completely well.

But Rosie didn't text me again. I guess she is too happy to remember me.

At this moment, someone rang the doorbell. I got up to open the door.

But there was a short and thin stranger standing at the door.

The man should be around 40 years old, wearing a loose suit.

"Who are you?"

The man beamed at me and handed me a name card.

"Hello, I finally find you. I am running an advertisement company, and your image is very suitable for our needs. Our company wants you to help us shoot a few print advertisements."

I took the business card from him.

"Patrick?"

"Yes, yes, it's me. I'm Patrick."

Patrick took a look at my room. "Can we go in and have a talk?"

After hesitating for a while, I turned sideways and said, "please come in."

When he entered the living room, I invited him to sit down and poured him a glass of water.

Patrick said thanks to me very politely, but he didn't drink any water. Instead, he continued to introduce to me, "our company wants to bid for an advertising of a factory, and many matters are relatively pleasant. But when it comes to the selection of plane models, we haven't reached a consensus."

"We happened to see your photos by accident. We thought they are beautiful and elegant, so we asked for the opinions of the factories. They were quite satisfied with it and agreed to let you have a try."

I sat down on the sofa next to Patrick and looked at his business card. "But I don't have such experience. I'm afraid I'll let you down. And as you can see, my arm is injured. I can't recover in the last two weeks. I'm afraid that it will take a lot of time."

Patrick was always polite.

"Miss. Jasmine, please don't mind it and don't doubt my identity. Although our company is small and it's not a famous advertising company, we are absolutely formal. We're not in a hurry to take any action now. We can wait for you for two weeks. Even if you agree to go to the shooting site and make the decision whether the film poster can use it or not, you can rest assured that as long as you take part in the shooting, we will pay you the relevant payment. "

Patrick became thirsty. He picked up the water and took a sip to moisten his throat.

"Of course, there is a difference between using you and not using you. If you're not used, we'll pay you 1000 for your photos at one time. However, if you photos are used, the factory will pay you a sum of money. And if they have to take more pictures, we will pay additional commission based on the actual situation. "

I have never seen this kind of things before, so I'm not sure if my understanding is right or not. I asked, "A thousand for a few pictures?"This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Patrick immediately nodded and said, "Miss Jasmine, please take it easy. You should know that we might not be as efficient as professional models since you are not experienced in this field. Besides, please don't waste your time on one thousand. I believe that you will have a good chance to be chosen by the factory considering your look. I bet the money is more than 1000. "

In fact, I didn't mind the amount of money. On the contrary, I thought that the amount of money was quite large.

But Patrick misunderstood me, and I didn't want to explain more.

Patrick took out a document from his briefcase. "This is our company's contract. You can look it over carefully later. It's absolutely standard. If you are interested in it, you can sign this contract."

I hadn't signed any contract except the one that Mrs. Nancy asked me to give up property. So I didn't know much about its legal and true nature.

I didn't dare to accept the stranger's invitation.

"How about this? You put the contract in my place and I'll think about it and reply you later."

Patrick nodded and said, "Okay, Then I won't disturb you anymore. Have a good rest. But please don't hesitate for too long. Please give us a reply as soon as possible, so that we can have a plan on the next step. "

"Okay."

Patrick stood up and smiled politely to me. "Goodbye."

After Patrick left, I looked at the contract and the business card, but I didn't dare to make a decision easily.

At this moment, the only person in my mind is Robbie.

"Robbie, do you have time? I need your help with one thing. "

I sent Robbie a message. He replied soon, "say it."

I took a photo of each page of the contract and sent it to Robbie.

"From the appearance of the contract, there is no problem."

"Can I accept it?"

"You want to be an advertising model?"

"I didn't think about it that much. I just want to make money."

After I sent this message, Robbie didn't reply immediately.

Two minutes later, Robbie sent another message. "Do you have your own dream? What kind of job have you thought about in your childhood, or now? "

I used to want to eat well and wear warm clothes. The other so-called dreams were very luxurious for me.

However, after Spencer told me that I could continue my study at an open university, I thought I might have a chance.

When I first saw Rosie's design, I was so fond of it. I admired the feeling of being watched on the stage and the pride of her when she displayed her work.

"I didn't have one before, but now I have a dream, which is quite luxurious,"

"What?"

"I want to stand on the stage and design a lot of beautiful clothes like Rosie."

Now, every time I think of that time, I feel that I was stupid and childish.

But at that time, I thought I had my first dream.

The only reason that a dream was called a dream was that it was difficult to drive on the path you expected and give you motivation, and it would inevitably leave you regrets.

Again, Robbie replied late.

I didn't know if Robbie will laugh at me for being stupid and overestimating myself.

He only replied, "I will help you to search this advertising company before we decide whether to go or not."

I looked at the phone and hesitated for a while. Then I couldn't help but ask, "how is Rogelio now?"

There was no reply.

"I know in my present identity I shouldn't ask you this question, but I didn't mean anything else. I..."

"Rogelio is fine. He is very well. The doctor said that he can recover soon..."