And so he stands in front of the gates to the building he'ss spend most of his upcoming years in: the dorms. A beautiful vintage building with a lot o... history. Some famous scientist are even said to have lived here! He steps inside. The corridors are rather empty seeing as its already about 9 pm. Most students are probably in their rooms or in town partying. Stephan doesn't mind though, he's not the type for crowds anyway and this way it should be easier to follow the signs to the dorm rooms.. I think it's pretty serious this time," he said thinking of how the news reader had somehow made it all his fault in the lawyers office."Love you, genius girl. I'll see you in thirty." Bye, Marz, love you." and the line was disconnected.Marz stood quietly and thought about his current predicament for a few minutes before dialling again."Miles Jackson's office," a female voice answered."Hi, Mary. It's Marz," he said to the familiar voice."Hi, Marz, I heard she screwed you over, again. What are. Over the next few months we will get a few that we all agree on and we'll fit them into the shoots. Sound good?" That will do, fair to both parties I think," I agreed."The one on top of the pile is our model in Canada, Ellen Bradshaw. I've already spoken to her and she is real excited to get to work with you and she said she could come down as soon as you were ready to meet with her. She can be down here in about four to five hours and you can have Barb take some pictures and go out and have. “I’m in,” I blurt out suddenly. “Great. Let’s get going.” Dan jumps up from the stool with a fresh smile curling her lips. I follow with slightly less gusto, and a minute later we’re in a taxi shooting across the city. The driver is on his mobile – he took the call as he pulled over to pick us up. I tune his scratchy voice out and look over at my friend. I’m not sure what to say without sounding patronizing, so I soon turn my gaze to the river and park running beside us instead. A dozen or so.