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booker knew she can be grouchy when sleep-deprived.
    “Apparently, the original model they have in mind is… naturament …Lara Stone, but she’s pregnant, you know how it goes…so they decided to drop her from this campaign. They thought about you and wanted to know ASAP if you’re willing to get in and fill her fey shoes.”
    Calvin Klein was one of the first companies who had signed her for a major campaign. Francesca knew that. Her booker was indeed a very wily woman.
    “Okay, okay. Where’s the photo shoot?”
    “Great! Oh, it will be shot on location…in Anchorage, Alaska.”
    “Whaat?! But Francesca…I already told you that I’m leaving for Italy this weekend!” she protested. Alaska? Why can’t it be anywhere nearer? Like Montana?
    “Kirk Larsen is the photographer and he wanted real northern lights for his pictures. You know what a nature nut he is. Besides, the photo shoot will finish a day early. You can still attend that weekend wedding, provided you jump on the plane first thing tomorrow.”
    She groaned. “First flight out?”
    “Sorry, honey. I tried to arrange for a later flight but Kirk wants your gorgeous ass as soon as possible.”
    “Ugh.”
    “So, will you do it?”
    Jordana took a deep breath.
    “Yeah…okay, I’ll be there. Now get off the line and let me get some sleep!”
    Francesca chuckled before finishing the call.
     
     
    Jordana left on the first flight for Alaska the following morning. At least she was flying first class, a far cry from the economy seats she used to be in when she was just starting to model. The first class seats, limo service, luxury hotels were just reserved for the top models like Heidi, Giselle, Adrianna and the like. She’d never actually thought of becoming equally famous like them.
    At first, modeling was just a means to save money so she could send herself to school. Just like Leandro did. When she began to earn enough, she hired a tutor for her and Leandro so that they can both finish high school via correspondence. She valued education and always got excellent grades. When she took her exams, she got really high SATs, high enough to qualify her at Ivy League institutions like Browne or Columbia. She wanted to become a doctor and set up a medical practice in her native Brazil, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to afford it if she stopped working then.
    She wanted that dream so bad and she was willing to work hard to get it.
    So she went to every cattle call.
    At first, booking agents thought of her as unbookable—she was too exotic, her breast size was too big, she can’t do runway because she can’t walk properly. She heard them all. Within earshot.
    But she didn't let the constant rejection get in the way. She persisted and eventually, it paid off. At first she got regular catalog work, which enabled her to pay the bills.
    She never turned down assignments, unless it required her to go completely nude. That was something she couldn’t do. Not even for PETA. It did cause several clients to drop her for not going all the way. But she had the drive and the impeccable work ethic: she showed up on time, never complained, never gave people around her a bad time. Envious fellow models had bitched that she was a major suck-up. She didn’t give them any mind. For her, it was all in a day’s work. A step closer into making her dream a reality.
    Slowly, her modeling portfolio began to grow. Her model book began to thicken with “tears”— pictures of her from actual magazine pages. Casting agents and other photographers began to recommend and drop her name to big-name clients.
    She decided to postpone her university plans when the modeling stint really took off. By then it had developed into a career.
    Photographers remarked she was a natural and that the camera loved her. That she didn’t hold anything back. She had “it”— that extra factor which separated her from the bevy of models. Honestly, she never thought of herself as good-looking