So why me

06h30pm

On the parking lot of the Cheirfield supermarket, a small red sports Alpha Romeo has just stopped. Handsome style engaged: Adam, no, Roy opens two buttons under the collar of his shirt, after which he slowly comes out his long leg from Meg's car, which he thinks is definitely too small. Without leaning against the bodywork, after comes out his second leg, he straightens up elegantly. Once upright, in a relaxed posture, hiding behind his sunglasses, facing snippets of memories, he observes for a moment what surrounds him.

Dressed in an Armani suit, a brand from which he's strangely unable to break away, a smile borns at the corner of his lip, as he appreciated the eyes of people's on his face. What better revenge on the past than this one can get from those people who two and a half years ago laughed when they saw it? Chasing away those thoughts that will not give him anything positive, Adam, mentally makes a list of what he and Meg need for this short stay with his mother.

Perhaps it is due to the fact that today the sky is grey and Adam for give himself a particular style has keep his sunglasses, or perhaps he is still just as clumsy as before, anyway, when his foot hits the small sidewalk leading to the store, he crashes heavily on the floor in front of a pair of women's shoes, from a great fashion designer.

"You really haven't changed myy Adaaaam."

06h45pm

"So Meg, what is your parents' job?"

Meg has only one thought when she faces this woman. [She is terrifying.] Constant harassment in the kitchen, which was immediately followed by a moral lesson of more than 10 minutes on the proper way to dress. According to Ms. Clifford, to reveal your thighs too much and wearing a tight blouse when you have a big chest like she does, is only useful when you need to earn a little money to finish your month. Meg is upset by this nasty remark and what it implies, but always determined to get along well with the dragon woman, she doesn't lose her smile.

"My father works as an electrician for a small business in New York, my mother is a babysitter."

Mrs. Clifford's hard and full of blame look completely collapsed when she heard this answer. This young woman who owns such a beautiful car and dresses in expensive brands is not one of those annoying haves? For more than an hour she has been harassing and attacking this poor young woman who has never gotten angry, never wiped her smile off her lips and in her words, just like her, she would be a child of the people. Mrs. Clifford, who has never really liked the rich and powerful, learning that she behaves despotically with a middle-class sister, sighs and sits down in front of Meg.

"I think I was a little hard on you, Meg. Forgive me, but after knowing Adam's ex-girlfriend, the bitch and knowing that she is the one who hurt my little boy so much, for me, all the women around my son are not very different from deadly enemies to eliminate quickly and cleanly. Let's forget about it and start all over again if you don't mind. First of all, I'd like you to tell me a little bit about your life and what Adam has been through over the past two years."

Meg can finally relax in front of Adam's mother's sincere smile. She wanted to destroy her shield with carrots but has failed miserably and she doesn't understand the sudden change in eyes and attitude of Mrs. Clifford. However, she is delighted. Joyfully she nods at Mrs. Clifford.

"I will quickly pass over my life to reach the moment when I met Adam because I suspect that this is what a mother wants to know, more than the life of a young woman she just met. I grew up south of East Harlem in New York where I led a peaceful and uneventful life. Very early on I was attracted to the world of fashion and everyone around me said that I was very pretty. I think at that time I became a little pretentious.

I played the divas, I liked looking at myself in the mirrors and every night I imitated the supermodels in my room. However, I very quickly fell out of that little cloud on which I was floating. At 13 years old, I was 5.44ft tall and as you can see, I haven't grown up since. My chest, on the other hand, developed very quickly, much too quickly and these two things combined were the slap that woke me up.

However, I didn't give up on my intention to move towards this environment that made me dream from morning to night, then I started trying to create my own clothes with the intention of heading towards a career as a fashion designer. There again, my 2 left hands made me understand that for me to follow this path by trying to break through thanks to this profession, was definitely not possible. I was not interested in make-up, any more than accessories and the profession for to be as close as possible to this environment and its actors, turned out to be an agent.

However, here again I encountered a problem, that of financing. Studying in the United States is prohibitively far too expensive. They cost twice as much as in Europe and for me and my family it was impossible, unless to contract a huge bank loan. So I flew to Paris, from where I came back 3 years later with a Professional Licence as an Artistic Agent in my pocket and immediately I looked for my first job.

This first job was an agent's job in a small and very general arts agency in full growth. Unfortunately, everything stopped and I had to look for a new job when my director was accused with various things and we were all shocked to learn that he had ties to the mob. Finding a job in this environment is not so simple, the competition is fierce, but you have to eat and so I ended up in a second-rate agency, in which I met Adam...