ICE CUBE FAN FICTION!

Chapter 15

"Welcome back."

"Thank you."

Jaq rocked me from side to side as he kissed my cheek. "How was your honey moon?"

"Beautiful..."I spun around in the big studio. It had steel windows from floor to the ceiling. The view from the studio was great.

"I still can't believe that you're married."

Running my hand along the window sill, I moved from the window. "Umm, I can't believe that I am too." I took a seat on a black stool still admiring the room. "This is a nice place. It's a little drafty in here though.....Anyways, how have things been here?"

With an assured expression on his face  he set up the lights "It's been better." He snickered "way better than that first half, I'm telling you. Are they still a little snobby and ungrateful-yes. Yet, I've come across plenty of other models who were a little less, eh bitchy."

I cut my eyes at him. I couldn't stand that word but I would let them slide because that's exactly what they were. "You ready to join me this time. Less in your feelings?"

I snapped my head back "in my feelings? Yeah, right. As long as my time isn't being wasted and I don't become a crew member more than I put my photography skills to use then I'm cool."

A Cheshire Cat smile took over his face "that's why you're running the shoot."

I held my hands out "wait wait wait. I didn't say I was ready."

"You're the one who doesn't want your time wasted. Se mettre au travail. Your guide is on the table." He walked off leaving my mind whirling.

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I bit the side of my thumb as I reviewed the guide for the this photoshoot. Once I had it committed to memory, I began setting things up and before I knew it was my time to start.

Jaq and twelve models strutted into the room. My stomach knotted up but I didn't dare show it on my face. I immediately started giving out orders and setting up shoots.

"Adjust her top please?! Adjust her top please?!, Adjust her top!" The crew were not moving fast enough, causing me to hop off the stool and do it myself.

I huffed out my frustration but continued on. Three hours into the shoot, we were on a break and Jaq decided on pulling me to the side.

"What's up?"

He wrapped his arm over my shoulder.

"You're doing great hun, you really are but you need to be a little more aggressive..."

"Aggressive?" I said not taking my eyes off the images as I went through them.

"Yes, agresssive. You're acting like a kitten when I need more of a—.

"Lion?"

"Oui. Your crew should be moving at your orders without hesitation and they're taken their sweet time moving their little asses across this floor as if it's their God given right to be here and you're allowing them do it."

I lightly threw the images on the table and walked off, my heels clicking against the concrete floor.  "Jaq. I appreciate your suggestion. I honestly do but I got this."

"Alrighty. Va faire ton truc."

"Vous vous inquitez trop."

Jaq stood back watching Micah walk off "they're going to eat her ass alive."

The end of the shoot proved that Jaq was indeed right. I felt like a drill sergeant barking out orders in English and in French. It worked, lit a burning fire under their asses. Like roaches they scattered meeting my needs.