<b>Musical scales she understood but not mathematics. Numbers just confused her and flew over her head. The only thing that was clear was that it was an awful lot of money, much more than she was ever likely to earn for many years if ever. Signing contracts though was more about trusting people she was well aware of and for whatever reason, she liked Mr Wilkes and trusted him. He would be her keeper, she believed, looking after her best interests. "I just don't how I could spend .... $50,000 dollars on clothing." The amoun was just eye-watering among all the other benefits he was offering let alone the millions it all be worth.<br/>
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It was true that she could defer her studies for a year or two but she was still considering what she could do while she was modelling. It would not take up all her time and she have lots of money to spend on private tuition. "How many hours am I likely to work, Mr. Wilkes. I know sometimes it will be long hours and maybe even be away for trips or whatever other engagements I would have to do. I mean on average." She had been like a jack-in-a-box standing up and sitting down, while asking her to read the contract and for him to print another one. Eventually she ended up lying across his desk.<br/>
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"I know I'm going to do it. I'm sure I will. Just I was trying to work out what my timetable would be like." She had picked up a pen and already signed it before receiving an answer confident that it would all work out well for her. One thing was for sure was that Emma was certain it would change her life and in big way. She tried to contain her excitement, think that she would have to start looking for a new place to live and it would be nothing like the college dorm, imaging a penthouse apartment. "Would I have to start straight away Mr Wilkes and how much are they going to put into my bank account when I do start?"</b>