Katie Jones arrived at the studio at the appointed time. To say she was nervous was an understatement. It was her husband’s idea that she went through with the photo shoot, despite her best efforts to convince him that they should wait. They would find the money from somewhere. Just give her time to get a job, she told him. There was that interview for the hostess job in a night club in just a few days time. Why did she have to do this now? She could get the job and their money problems would, in an instance, be solved.
Frank would always get exasperated whenever they talked about this, which in the current environment was almost every hour of every day, explaining to her over and over again that they could not wait. They needed the money now and the money being offered by Jack Wells, his boss, was too good to turn down. And it was money in the bank rather than the possibility of money from a job which she may or may not get.
And boy did the Jones’ need the money. Frank, aged 35 was a middle ranking manager for a major bank in the City of London. He was married to the stunning Katie who had been his secretary for a short while. She was a mere 21 years old. She had been 19 when they first met and the dirty bugger had done rather well in nabbing such a fine piece of ass. Firm policy had dictated that one of them had to leave, relationships with co-workers were not tolerated. So it made natural sense for Katie to leave since Frank had the better job. She very quickly got a job with another bank, their marriage blossomed and soon thereafter they got married.
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