“You came with your car?”
“No, Uber,” I took a swig, “I had a feeling I might drink when I got here.”
“You had just two and a half,” he looked disappointed, “You no longer hold your liquor?”
“I… I do,” I replied.
“Oh, well,” he emptied his glass, “Let’s go.”
I emptied mine while he paid the bartender. We took a selfie with Christine on our way out.
On the drive to my office, we discussed the minor terms of agreement and all the business talk.
“I’ll just sign any documents you have for me,” he said, “Knowing you, you already have them with you but you just needed a ride.”
“Tch, you’re no fun,” I pulled out my phone and forwarded the agreements to him. We stopped in front of my office and I explained other things he had questions on. He signed them and sent them back. I thanked him and he left.
I got in the office and Alyson wasn’t at the desk. I could hear her laughter from the studio. We probably had another customer.
Upstairs I had a brief meeting with Michael and Dave. The excitement was visible and after dividing the roles, they got to work.
In my office, I didn’t see Nick. The files I needed were already sorted and taken care of. His camera was on his desk. I dropped my bag and decided to look for him.
“Hmm? Nick? He’s probably in the studio,” Michael said, “I told him to try his hands at photography here.”
“Try his hands? But he’s good,” I said.
“Yeah, but he doesn’t seem to think so,” Michael sighed, “now shoo.”
I went downstairs and I saw Alyson posing and there were flashes of light. Nick had his glasses on and a smile I hadn’t seen him wear before. Before taking a picture, he would show a toothy grin that seemed to enhance his beauty more.
How beautiful…
I couldn’t stop myself from staring. His fingers and hands treated the camera with care and affection, it was as if it was his child.
Alyson struck poses all attempts to make her focus on him. Seeing two of them made me feel a little… how do I put it? Down.
I left and returned to my office.
Nick
After Aria left for her meeting, I was bored. The design team didn’t need help with anything and neither did Michael.
“Well, if you’re free you can go help out Alyson at the front desk,” Michael said,
“She’s taking some clients’ pictures. Think of it as a learning experience.”
I went downstairs and Alyson was about rounding up with the photoshoot.
“You’re a little late, but stick around,” she said as she got on her knees to take an up-skirt view of the client. I recognized the client, she was one of those busty models in the gravure magazine Hunter liked reading. The client winked at me and I looked away.
“That’ll be all, Bella, get your gorgeous ass outta here,” Alyson gave her butt a smack.
Bella thanked Alyson for a job well done and left after taking a look at the pictures.
“So, why’s the prince of the den here?” Alyson asked.
“Prince of the den?”