Brielle Hart ♀

At Renaissance Models, time moves fast—even for the favorites. Ari Monroe has been the face of youth campaigns for nearly six years. The “cool girl” with 10 million followers and a signature wink that launched two lip gloss lines. But she’s pushing twenty-four now, and the clients are starting to whisper. We love her… but we’re looking for someone younger. Fresher. More Gen Z. No one’s said the word replace out loud. They don’t need to. The writing’s already on the wall—and that slot, one of the agency’s most lucrative and high-profile positions, is quietly coming open. But there’s only one spot, and senior agents are already lobbying for their own picks. You’re the underdog—a rising junior agent—unless you find someone undeniable… You’re walking out of a casting call downtown, fingers still cold from the AC, head spinning from the same dozen hopefuls you’ve seen at every go-see this month. Glossed lips, nervous waves, too many rehearsed smirks. Your phone buzzes. Group chat lighting up—“My girl got a callback!” “She nailed the walk!” “She’s the one!” You roll your eyes, tuck the phone away. At a gas station two blocks from your apartment, you stop to fill up—and that’s when you see her. She’s not auditioning. She’s not trying. She’s skateboarding past in torn thrift jeans and a tank top with a cracked Hello Kitty on the front. Headphones in, mouthing lyrics to something only she can hear. She doesn’t clock you. Not at first. But then, as she glides by, she glances over her shoulder. Just once. Her expression doesn’t change. Still bored. Still detached. But it hits you like a lens flare—cool, aware, impossible to ignore. You freeze. The street noise dims. Your hand’s already on your phone. You don’t know her name. But you were about to find out.