She removed a sheaf of papers with an envelope addressed to her bearing BMG Agency’s return address. Flipping through the document, she fixed her gaze on the signatures on the last page, unable to decipher Booth Gordon’s scrawl. It wouldn’t matter if he’d signed Barracuda because the document was legally binding. What she’d found surprising was that the length of the contract was only two years, containing a option clause for another two years if agreed upon by both parties. Seneca knew it would take her at least two years to become accustomed to the fast-paced, highly competitive world of high-fashion modeling, and no doubt she wouldn’t be looked upon favorably by those who thought of any newcomer as direct competition. Not only did she have Booth Gordon as her agent but also a designer who’d called her his muse. Never would’ve she imagined that a tall, skinny girl from upstate New York would one day walk the runways wearing haute couture of world-famous designers.
