I have been to LA a lot of times but I have never been this nervous. Mom told me the address of her agency and even told me that she’d ask where Crystal lives.
“Good morning, sir,” the woman, Gretchen, greeted me with a wide smile.
I looked around the office. Mom funded this agency and I’d say it’s pretty nice for a start-up business that only had one model—a new one at that.
“I was sent by Roselyn Weltzermann,” I told her and her eyes widened in shock. I’m sure she knows my mother. “I’m Ambrose Weltzermann, her son.”
She gulped and nodded. I can see urgency in her eyes. “I apologize for not recognizing you immediately, Sir,” she told me. “Do you want some tea?” she immediately asked me.
I shook my head. “I just want to know more about your model, Crystal Angeles.”
She hesitated
