Chapter 4
“Where’s the photographer?” Sterling asked Marsha, one of his employees, as he stepped into the photo studio at exactly eight o’clock.
Marsha seemed terrified, and Sterling had a sinking feeling about it immediately. He had no doubt he wouldn’t like what Marsha had to say. “Cynthia is not feeling well, Mr. Lim.”
Sterling could feel the irritation burning deep in his gut. Cynthia had used this same excuse many times before, and Sterling had tolerated her again and again because she was an excellent photographer. However, he was running out of patience for her lack of professionalism. He, along with everyone else who worked in his company, knew that she was, more likely than not, hungover after a night of partying. He remained quiet for a few seconds longer.