After waiting for half an hour, I was finally called back to et Vivienne in her office. She placed a file on the table, the contract neatly clipped together, and gestured for to read it carefully.
"We will be offering you a paynt of $20,000 for this advertisent project," she said calmly. "This includes both the photo shoot and the video comrcial. If the campaign performs well, there may also be opportunities for future collaborations."
Twenty ... TWENTY THOUSAND DOLLARS?!
Holy crap. That was way beyond anything I’d expected for my first paycheck as a so-called rookie.
If Vivienne was going to pay $20,000, then that ant the system would give a $10,000 bonus, right?
[You’re right, Host!]
[Congratulations, you’ve really hit the jackpot today!]
"Does this paynt sound reasonable to you, Ms. Orszebet?" Vivienne asked, her sharp eyes watching my reaction.
I imdiately straightened my back, trying not to look like my soul had just left my body from excitent.
Without thinking further, I nodded and said, "Yes, Ms. Rosélle. This sounds perfectly reasonable to ."
Seasoned celebrities might earn far more than twenty thousand dollars for a single advertisent, but as a supposed rookie, this paynt was already more than generous. It was well above what most campaigns would offer to a newcor.
Besides, the system would also give a bonus, so yes, this paynt was more than enough for .
"I’m glad to hear that." Vivienne’s smile carried the confidence of soone who was used to sealing big deals. "Once you’ve read the contract thoroughly, we can move forward with finalizing it."
I gave a small nod and lowered my gaze to the contract. My fingers tightened around the papers as mories from my past life ca rushing back, monts when I’d been too naive, too trusting, and had let others handle everything for . That mistake had cost my career and my own life.
That was a mistake I would never repeat in this life. Even if I had a manager in the future, I would make sure to read every contract thoroughly with my own eyes.
It took nearly fifteen minutes to check every clause. Only when I was certain it matched Vivienne’s explanation did I finally take the pen and sign my na.
[Bonus: $10,000 has been credited to your account.]
"Welco aboard, Ms. Orszebet." Vivienne rose slightly, extending her hand across the table. Her grip was firm, her eyes sharp but approving. "I look forward to working with you."
I smiled, shaking her hand tightly. "I won’t let you down, Ms. Rosélle."
It wasn’t my very first job in front of a cara, but after everything I’d lost, it felt like I was starting all over again.
Rosélle Beauty wasn’t just Helcia’s first step as a model, but it was also my first step back into the world I thought I’d lost forever.
Vivienne promised she would send 50% of my paynt as a down paynt, but since I hadn’t opened a new bank account yet, I asked her to transfer it tomorrow instead.
Once everything was settled, I left the office with a bright smile on my face, even bouncing a little as I walked toward Mr. Silo.
"Mr. Silo! Do you want so pizza?" I asked, my voice bubbling with excitent.
He blinked at in surprise, as if he wasn’t sure he’d heard right.
"I ... I can’t accept any paynt from you, Young Madam," he said carefully.
I waved my hand dismissively. "Oh, this isn’t paynt! I just want to celebrate my first job. Please, don’t say no this ti!"
After all, he had been waiting for for hours today. One box of pizza was nothing compared to his patience.
I pulled out $400 in cash from the system and bought ten large pizzas, a few burgers, and so sodas.
Was that frugal? Absolutely not. But when life finally gave sothing worth celebrating, saving money was the last thing on my mind.
When we arrived back at the mansion, another car rolled through the gates at the sa ti. Through the tinted glass, I caught a glimpse of Lando.
I quickly lowered my window and stuck my head out. "Mr. Brixton! Welco ho!" I shouted, waving like a kid spotting their favorite teacher. To my surprise, he lowered his window too.
He didn’t say anything at first, but his eyes went straight to the pizza boxes piled around .
"Are you hosting a party?" He frowned. "I don’t allow outsiders here, so if that’s your plan, take it sowhere else."
I laughed, resting my chin on the car window. "No! These are for the staff. I just wanted to celebrate sothing good today." I grinned from ear to ear. "I finally got a job!"
"A job?" Lando raised an eyebrow. "What kind of job?"
By the ti we both pulled up in front of the mansion, I had already jumped out of the car, waiting as a bodyguard helped him down with his wheelchair.
"I’m going to be a model for a beauty product comrcial!" I blurted the mont he was in front of . "Do you know about Rosélle Beauty?"
"Yes, I’ve heard of them." Lando was silent for a mont before adding, "And what about the deal? Did you make sure the contract won’t hurt you in the long run?"
"Mhm." I nodded eagerly. "I read it carefully."
"What exactly will you be doing? A photoshoot, or a video advertisent?" he pressed.
"Both!" I lifted two fingers playfully in front of his face.
"And the paynt? Did you make sure they separated the fees for the photoshoot and the video? Newer companies often underpay their models. You need to make sure you’re getting what you deserve."
I hadn’t expected him to ask about my job in such detail. Maybe it was because he was a businessman, so he clearly knew how these things worked.
"Would you like to read my contract, Mr. Brixton?" I teased, half-joking.
To my surprise, he actually nodded. "Yes. Let see the contract." He extended his hand, and without thinking twice, I placed the file in his palm.
As he flipped it open, I leaned closer and asked, "Do you have high cholesterol, Mr. Brixton?"
He lifted his gaze, looking a little offended, probably because my question sounded like sothing you’d ask an old man. But ... wasn’t he kind of old?
"No, I don’t," he said flatly.
"Good!" I clapped my hands once and started pushing his wheelchair inside. "Then let’s eat pizza and burgers with ! There’s no way I can finish all this by myself!"
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