Chapter 2.

The sound of her heels hitting the marble made her assistant look up. Her presence exuded respect and magnetism. She was the boss of the place and she walked like one. Leigh stopped what she was doing and got up from her desk. She gave her a small smile in greeting and walked beside her.

-Today you have the interviews with the photographers.- Leigh read her schedule like every morning. -At nine o'clock, the meeting with the representative of the models. And there is also the photo session for the bridal special. The rest is free.-

-Okay, as soon as the photographers arrive, you let them in. I'm not going to the modeling agency meeting, let Mark meet them, I want to go see the photo shoot. I don't want to leave that production in the hands of stupid Bill, his photos will never compare to Lisa's, that's why I asked for a new photographer. Let Tyler know that if I can find the perfect photographer today, he'll start on the brides today. I ran out of patience with Bill.- Ciara walked into her office leaving her bag on the couch to the left.

Leigh finished writing and nodded, then left the office. Ciara focused on the folder on her desk, this month's sales charts, and every piece of paper she had to sign or examine. Without realizing it, an hour and a half had already passed and the photographers were beginning to arrive.

Leigh ushered in the first, Sammy Grey. A recent graduate of only 21 years old, nervous and upset by the amount of coffee he had drunk. In her folder there were good quality photos but without emotion and that was not what she was looking for. She not only watched his works but she also read them, his auras. Then she passed the second, 39-year-old Amy Spencer. She had worked for a newspaper in Australia but they had fired her for a cause that was not very clear and that did not convince her of her. The photos of her were very saturated, they were not good. Regarding her aura, it looked cloudy, there was something in that woman that was not good. The third entered, Emma Roth, 34. Her photos were impressive, but her attitude, so false and disregarded, left her without the position. A fourth gray-haired man entered, 50-year-old Dylan Cullen. The photos of him were messy, as if he was tired of working. Those images reflected Dylan's personality, a tired man, without enough energy. He was not suitable for that position. He didn't meet what Ciara was looking for. Only one last photographer remained. She urgently needed a photographer, only she hoped that this one would be a little more decent. Harry Silverstone, 30, had been working for a while in France. Ciara was surprised to see that all the photos of her were black and white, but despite that, they had passion, emotion and depth. On her resume, she described herself as responsible, charismatic, a good colleague, and professional. Reading her aura he found himself dazzled, she shone as bright as the sun, she was warm, welcoming and sincere. It was what it looked like and much more, Ciara found that mystery interesting.

-What was the reason you left France?- She asked staring at him, those eyes absorbing her.

-I quit. I'm tired of croissants.- He joked and she raised an eyebrow surprised by the sudden joke. Her mind went to Leigh, if she were present she would have laughed hysterically. Sure, she was much nicer. He settled back in his chair when he saw that her joke hadn't had the effect she was looking for. He just wanted her potential boss to like him. -Sorry, I had relationship problems and work didn't help, I had a low salary.-

-Well…- Ciara went through her photos once more, trying to focus on something other than her face. He found it incredibly magnetic. A pretty face, that was indisputable but what most disconcerted him were her emerald eyes and the fire that emanated from her aura.- You have good images here and you say you are responsible and professional... And I need a photographer for this afternoon.- She put the photographs aside, sighed, and looked him over from head to foot. -The job is yours.-

-It will not be necessary to say it again, things are shown with actions.- He stretched his jacket while smiling, another trait that seemed attractive and beautiful, his smile.

He got up from his chair and held out his hand in greeting. As he shook her hand, warmth washed over her skin but automatically her defense systems kicked in and her coldness reignited. Ciara was shocked, she had never been in front of a man like him.

-Thank you.- He still didn't let go of Ciara's hand but wrapped it around her perfectly and she had noticed. Something in that boy triggered all his alarms but he seemed to ignore them because he kept looking at him and trying to read beyond those big eyes. He had good vibes and she hoped he would be the same at work.

-Find my secretary, she will help you with the corresponding paperwork.- He let go of her hand, cutting off that strange warmth. She sat and watched as he walked slowly out of the office. She surprised herself when she noticed that she couldn't stop thinking about everything that man transmitted to her.

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The hours passed and Ciara was talking to Mark, her partner. She was so controlling that she needed to be informed about everything that was going on in the company. He would meet with Paul, the president of the modeling agency. She preferred to leave it in her hands, she trusted Mark and she couldn't stand that guy. Paul was a nasty man who was always looking for ways to hit on women. It didn't matter if he was talking to a model, a secretary, or the boss herself. Ciara was trying to stay as far away from this guy as she was grossed out and afraid that if he went too far with her she would lose control of her. She needed controlled environments and calm people so that a disaster wouldn't happen. She left Mark's office accompanied by Leigh and they headed for the elevator to go down to the parking lot. They had to be on time for the photo shoot at Leadenhall Market.

-The new photographer is cute, don't you think?- Leigh commented to break the silence.

-I didn't have time to notice his beauty.- she answered, feigning indifference Ciara. Of course she had seen how beautiful he was but for the others she had to be stoic, insensitive.

-Did you look at his face?- The secretary asked in surprise. Didn't you see those big, bright green eyes? And that huge smile... And that seductive deep voice- Leigh's yellow aura sparkled as she spoke.

-I was more focused on their photographs, Leigh. He's a photographer, not a model.- Ciara wanted to finish the conversation there, she was uncomfortable with those topics. They got out of the elevator and went to her car.

-But it could be.- Leigh smiled. -It has to be.- She was thinking of how to get his number and flirt with him.

-Leigh, we already have enough contracted models and he has an ugly nose.- He lied, he was prettier than many of the models they worked with and although his nose was not quite straight and ended in a small hook that made it even more handsome.

-Ciara, you always find some defect... But those eyes, those lips, that back overshadow any defect.-

-He'll have pretty eyes but he's got the face of a toad.- She lied again, trying to convince herself that Silverstone was ugly.

-Maybe if you kiss him he'll become a prince,- Leigh teased sheepishly.

-That happens in fairy tales, this is reality, if you kiss him he'll still be ugly and he'll keep telling bad jokes.- He had joked in his job interview and Ciara had found that daring but nice.

-He told you a joke and you hired him anyway?- Leigh asked somewhat surprised. For her and for everyone Ciara was the most serious and upright person in the world, someone with whom she could not joke.

-I overlooked it.- He shrugged his shoulders. She wanted to downplay what that meant. That cold image was her greatest defense.

- Fortunately, so the view will improve. There's nothing pleasant about looking at Bill.- Leigh got out of the car.

They had arrived at the place where the photo session would be, the Leadenhall Market. A covered market, Victorian style. The models, the hair and make-up artists, the costume designers, the set designers and the photographer's assistants were already at work. Ciara looked around for the new photographer who was testing her camera in the corner of a cafe. He had arrived on time, that was good since he would have to earn his place. Tyler, the art director, approached Silverstone and Ciara seeing that did too. Tyler gave him indications about the character and style that this photo session would have to have. Harry listened carefully and nodded his head. Ciara just hoped he wouldn't let her down, he was on trial but she wanted him to keep the job, he was very talented.

The models were ready and the session began. She took a seat near where the new photographer was working. From there she could see how everyone worked. One of the things that she liked the most about her job was attending the sessions. Everything was going perfect, exactly the way she liked it.

-Honey, place your hand on the table so that dress looks better on that beautiful body.- Silverstone indicated to the model smiling.

The model, Cindy Griffin, looked down with a smile and nodded to the photographer. He seemed to be flirting with her and she was responding to that. Harry treated everyone like this but the model seemed to want more from him. Ciara knew. The session was drawing to a close and Cindy's intentions were becoming more and more evident. As long as all that she pretended to be after work Ciara didn't care but if she overstayed her schedule they would both be in trouble.

Everyone began to disassemble and store everything on the set. The model walked over to Harry and handed him a small slip of paper with her number on it. Then she winked at him and left. He took it and with that smile that was already common in him he kept it in her pocket.

Ciara was still sitting in one of the cafe chairs, watching it all. Her gaze traveled all over the place but she seemed to stall when she looked at Harry. Everything Leigh said was true, he was very handsome, she had noticed it as soon as she entered his office. She seized the moment and looked him over from head to toe. Caramel-colored boots, tight black jeans, a striped shirt with sunglasses on it, his brown hair neither short nor long disheveled. A mermaid, what appeared to be a rose and a cross in his hand. His hands were big and looked strong holding his camera. His aura shone bright and clear, leaving Ciara lost in it, in that emerald green color. He turned when he felt a gaze on him and was facing her. Ciara seemed lost in her thoughts, her gaze fixed on him. That struck Harry as curious. He looked at her waiting for some reaction from her. He looked at her light blue eyes framed with long lashes, at her red-painted mouth, and at the rest of her face and body. She was sitting elegantly, as if she was exhibiting her beauty. She was a very beautiful woman, radiating power and distinction. She was magnetic. Harry had no doubt that that face had to be in front of a camera. I could be looking at her for hours. Quickly, and before Ciara moved, she snapped a picture of him.