"Well, you always have a camera with you so I assumed."
"Oh that, honestly photography is more of a hobby for me. Aaaaaand done!" I saved and exported the file, "I just want to tell the stories I see every day through them."
"Well, that's what photography is," he said, as he signalled for Dave to come over, "You could do that here."
Dave came over to my desk and after reading through, gave me a thumbs up.
"Nice work buddy," Dave said, "Send it as a PNG to the boss."
Ah… Aria.
"Okay, I will," I answered and he returned to his seat.
"Don't we focus mainly on designs?" I turned to Michael.
"Only the head office does," he said, "Cinematography, photography and graphics anything involved in entertainment and the rest. The other branches focus on the above I've mentioned."
"Wow, how many years has it been?" I asked.
"Seven years, believe it or not we started this company when Aria was 18." He had a smile on his face like a big brother would when talking about a sibling, "Well she had the idea and her dad ran it in her name until she turned 21, then I was forced to tag along for the sole reason I was her childhood friend."
I didn't expect that story. Aria Wolfe was an amazing person… I got to deep kiss an amazing person.
"So… the camera? How did you get it?" he asked.
"Well, Eagle High had a photography club, having a personal camera was like an unspoken rule," I said.
"Eagle High? You attended Phoenix High in the end," he said, "Phoenix didn't have a photography club?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah," I replied.
"But still you should've mentioned Eagle High in your CV," he said, "Being in a photography club is worth mentioning if you're looking for a job in this industry."
I chuckled weakly, "Thanks. I'll remember that."
In case you might have forgotten, I actually stole someone else's job by claiming their identity. I slipped up about the high school I attended but luckily, Michael didn't notice.
"Sorry to interrupt gentlemen," Aria walked over. She looked at me and smiled.
"How may we be of service?" Michael asked.
"Just wanted to know the update on the personal assistant," she said, "Work is piling up."
"Really?"
"No," she sighed, "Just don't want to do some work."
"Well, I'm sorry but I need more time," he said, "Probably next month."
"Next month?!" She looked devastated then she turned to me, then back to Michael, "How about Nick?"
"Nick?"
"Me?"
"Him?" Alyson was walking by.
"Yeah, Nick. You. Him," she replied the three of us. "He could take it as part of his internship program. Understudying the Aria Wolfe."