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While Mr Yuan was quiet in the car while the driver me to my studio shoot. He seemed to be thinking and I wondered.
How did he have opinion about the portrait modelling I did?
What had Mu Zhen told him about it? Had he ever seen any of my pictures?
I guess I wouldn't know if I didn't ask him, and that was something I didn't get into with people. My modelling was personal and not open to negotiation.
In no time, it seemed, the drive pulled up to the Muse Gallery and waited for me to enter the elegant white house that was hosting my photo shoot today.
So I waved to Mr Yuan as I went in, and then I was off to work, my focus shifting smoothly to what I'd been hired to do.
There a questions people ask during conversations are so ridiculous at times I wonder how I manage not to leap on the table and shout.
"How can you be so stupid and manage to still be breathing?!"
There a question in the conversation in the group.