Through Your Eyes

Chapter - 1

A quick shout out to @hkrmiyy - Ayla my dear this started as an OS but got legs of it's own so now we shall have a story. Thank you for the cover and the beautiful idea.

I hope you all enjoy!

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"Just don't blow it Eda. This will be your first Vogue cover and you're going to be shot by Serkan Bolat. If he can't make you look good no one can."

"Gee thanks Mira, those are some super encouraging words from my manager. Words to live by 'don't blow it' and relying on the photographer instead of myself. I've never done a shoot this big, I don't even know what they expect from me."

"I guess you'll find out. You leave on Friday and will be there three or four days. Try not to whine, listen, learn."

"You aren't coming? I'm going on my own? What kind of manager are you anyways?"

"I'm the kind of manager that's your sister and has two kids under the age of four, that's what kind of manager I am. You use me because you love me and know I'll take care of you sweetie and then there are the connections. I still have them. You have the face and the body, make the most of them while you can."

Eda groaned, "This Serkan Bolat, what can you tell me about him?"

"Ehhh, perfectionist? Excellent photographer, expect to work hard. I know zero about his private life. He doesn't talk about himself ever so I can't help you there. He's traveled the world a dozen times so I can't imagine that he'll take any crap from you Eda. I make him sound old and crusty but he isn't, that much I do know, he's relatively young, it's his talent that made him so sought after. Be professional, be on time."

"I'm always early Mira and you hate that about me and I always am professional you know that. I guess I'll jump into the Google rabbit hole and try to do some research on him. It should be interesting shooting in the middle of the desert, I hope there's some kind of an oasis or something otherwise it's going to be hotter than hades."

"Eda, what did I tell you about whining?"

"Just stating facts not whining. I'll call you when I get there. Take care of the minis, love you."

He needed a break. After this job he would take a month, maybe six months and just do nothing. He had money. Plenty of money. He was well paid for what he did and never home to spend it. All his equipment was a business expense and he had companies sending him free stuff all the time. Nope, he just needed some time off. Serkan looked at his next assignment and balled the piece of paper up and threw it at the wall. The freaking desert? They were sending him to the damn desert with some unknown model. It was going to be hotter than hell and she would probably be late and whining about the heat. Fuck.

Yeah, he needed a break. He got up from the chair and retrieved the piece of paper since he needed the location and went to check his equipment. He hated working in the desert, there had better be water near by. Serkan didn't bother to look into the model, he didn't care. Probably just another vacant eyed blonde with no conversation. He needed to call his team to get them ready, they loved the desert just as much as he did.

"Kemal, we leave day after tomorrow for our favorite location, can you round up Serhat?" asked Serkan.

"Aw crap, we aren't going back to the desert are we? I told you the last time, take pictures that looked like garbage and they wouldn't send you back."

"Brother, I tried, I really tried. I can't help it sometimes. It's Dubai so maybe it will be by one of those manmade oasis things that they're fond of."

"Who's the model?"

"No one I've heard of, some new girl, green probably."

"Who's got hair, makeup and wardrobe or is that all taken care of by the company?"