"I'll help you 'audition.'"
"You've got some nerve!"
"So, do you want to or not?"
"How old is she?"
"Twenty-two."
"Too old," Faye rejected her outright. Modeling was a young person's game. Strictly speaking, that wasn't an unreasonable thing to say.
"She's Russian. She'd signed with a Russian agency before, and it set her back a few years." Ryan had impressive patience to get the whole sentence out smoothly.
"No," Faye continued to refuse.
"She's the female lead in my music video."
"Oh... In that case, send me her information. I'll take a look." Faye immediately changed her tune. "And don't call me when you're doing that sort of thing again!"
When Ryan got home, he saw Trey sitting with her arms crossed, watching TV with a disgruntled look on her face.
"Stop right there!" Trey shouted the moment she realized Ryan was heading upstairs.
Ryan looked innocent. "I was just setting her up with a new job. Nothing happened between us."
"Don't think I'm that easy to fool! Ryan, do you know what you're doing? Do you know how many men have ruined their lives over women? How old are you, and you're already acting like this? What will you be like later?" Trey fired off a barrage of accusations. "Your mom entrusted you to me, so it's my responsibility to teach you right from wrong. Maybe things with Taylor were a coincidence at first, and there was nothing wrong with you getting together with Abigail. But then you had to go after Taylor too. You're both at fault! And that model today—do you even know anything about her? Do you know how filthy she is...?"
Ryan nodded. "You're right. Next time I'm auditioning a female lead for a music video, I'll make sure she brings a medical