A start is not always the beginning.
Hannah
I pressed the shutter button once again to check my adjustments. The lightings are good. no shadows, the color of the flower at the center of the studion is vivid just like what I wanted.
I've been alone in the studio for awhile now because I let my colleagues take a break. Then I suddenly felt a presence behind me. To my sirprise, a good-looking woman, no stunningly good looking woman is standing near the door of the studio. She doesn't look familiar to me. A model, perhaps? She's got that model body and a charming face. The look that gets attention.
"Excuse me." I said to her. She looked at me sgraight away - emotionless. What the? How could she stare so coldly like that?
"Can I ask a favor, if you let me?" i asked hesitantly.
She just stared back at me. One of her eyebrows is raised. Not hearing back an answer, I continued, just to see what she would do next. "Could you please stand near the flower at the center?" I know I looked so stupid giving her a smile hoping that she will agree.
It took a few seconds then she walked past me and stood where I want her to be.
I took a few shots and then turned to my laptop to see the result. Gosh, she looked stunning even with just a dead stare at the camera.
"Would you like me to send you the picture?" I scratched the back of my neck. "The shot is great and you may want to post it online, your IG perhaps, if you have one?" What I wanted to say was She is great, I mean gorgeous but decided not to.
"Okay", she said.
"I will share it to you -" but she cut me off by walking straightly to my laptop and sent the pic to herself - by herself. Okay. I smirked. She knows how things work.
She then turned her back and walked towards the door.
"Hey", I called her out. "Don't forget to tag me." I half shouted, I'm not even sure if she heard it.
At least something interesting happened today. I thought to myself.
After a while another person came inside the studio. I turned around to check but it was my boss - the Head Photographer.
" Have you seen the Boss' daughter?" he asked, slightly panting.
"Which boss you mean, Boss?" I frowned at him.
"The CEO's daughter."
"I don't know her boss." Why does he look so worried? "How old is she boss?" Tsk. So irresponsible to leave a kid behind in this huge building.
"I saw her on my way here, but never mind. At least you are saved from her death glare." He patted my shoulder and went back out.
Oh shit! I think I just met the CEO'S daughter.