Break Every Rule by Francis Ray

Author:Francis Ray
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: St. Martin’s Press

Chapter Eight

The phone was ringing when Dominique entered her studio. Hurriedly closing the door she sprinted across the room, tossed her bag on the desk, took a calming breath, and answered, “Photographs by Dominique, Dominique speaking. How may I help you?”

After a warm greeting, Samuel Jacobs, the banker she had met the night before, quickly got down to business. He wanted to schedule an appointment for his grandson and granddaughter. He and his wife didn’t want to show favoritism.

Five-year-old Gia was in ballet, and could wear her recital costume. They needed to know if she had the overalls, cane fishing pole, and minnow bucket for six-year-old Michael.

“I’d prefer you get the overalls. The rest I can take care of,” she said, wondering where she was going to come up with the items.

“No problem. Is Monday at eleven still open?” he asked.

“Yes,” she answered, opening the crisp, new leather-bound appointment book.

“Good. Please put the children down. Their mother will probably come with us. If that isn’t too many?”

“Oh, no. That’s fine.” Taking another deep breath, she asked the dreaded question. “Would you like me to fax you a copy of the price list, or go over it when you come in?”

“You can show it to us then, but I don’t really see that as a factor here,” he stated simply.

Dominique gave a silent yell. She liked Mr. Jacobs’s style. “I look forward to seeing you all Monday at eleven.”

“Thank you, Dominique. Good-bye.”

“Thank you, Mr. Jacobs.” Hanging up the phone, she grinned and brought both elbows down sharply with clenched fists. “Yes!”

The phone rang again. She was almost afraid to hope it might be another customer. This time she was much slower in picking up the phone. “Photographs by Dominique, Dominique speaking. How may I help you?”

Mrs. Lloyd wanted to schedule an appointment. While they were talking, the line beeped for another call coming in, but Dominique didn’t click over. She wanted each client to feel that when she was talking to them they had her undivided attention.

Ten minutes later when the call was finished, Mrs. Lloyd had scheduled a ten o’clock Wednesday appointment at her home for her garden photograph. Dominique was thrilled. Two appointments weren’t going to keep the wolf from the door, but she had a chance to show what she knew. That’s all she had ever wanted, a chance.

Opening the drawer, she reached for the yellow pages to look up fishing equipment. Before she could find the listing she had another call, then another, both from the other women guests at the dinner party. Coincidentally, their daughters were Idlewild debutantes, and they wanted something unique for their formal photographs in their white gowns.

Ideas formed in Dominique’s mind while she was talking to each woman. She had no doubt that once she saw the gowns on the young ladies she could give them a photograph they’d cherish for a lifetime. Tuesday morning and afternoon were booked.

Hanging up the phone, she was ecstatic. Picking up the other yellow pages she turned to T.

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