A week later, school started. With Blake at my side and a dozen or so other students around us we sat and listened to the professor of our morning class talk about Brand Marketing. According to his business savvy insights, luxury goods were on the rise and professionals were in high demand.
“We should start a firm repping handbags and stuff,” Blake said in my ear. His sores from the fire were healing nicely.
“I like the sound of that,” I said. As Blake listened to the lecture, I returned to an email I was writing on my laptop…
Hey Leon, Fabian, and Gustave,
Thank you for sending me copies of the photos and letting me decide which ones go to print. When I stare at them, I don’t recognize myself. I’m convinced you hired a body-double to pose after my besties and I left Eden. Hehehe.
In all seriousness, I was touched by the respect and care you showed me that day. You three are true gentlemen, making me regret all of the horrible things I’ve ever said about Frenchmen. Thank you for that.
In your previous email, you mentioned that another magazine in the States wants to run the photos in tandem with Claire La Femme. You tell that Mr. Hefner there is not enough money in the world to have my face in his publication. Let’s keep the photos exclusive to Europe.
Before I forget, Lex, Vive, Blake, and I are coming to Paris for Thanksgiving. Seems I’ll be seeing the three of you very soon.
Yours Truly,
Taddy
PS, Fabian, we still have some unfinished matters to attend to. I’m curious, remember.