-[Chloe PricexReader]- All Over Again ~Life Is Strange~

Chap 21: My Passion(Past)

  "Have a seat, Mr. Jefferson"
  The sun shining through the red curtains in the high roofed office, being the sole light source of the big room. Mr. Wells points at the one of the chairs in front of him the other has the no other Mr. Sean Prescott sitting on it. Mr. Jefferson takes the offer and sits down before taking a glance at Sean Prescott.
  "Can you tell me why am I here?" Mr. Jefferson asks, his voice contained arrogance and conceitedness.
  "We would like to hire you as our photography teacher in this academy." Sean Prescott says as he looks up from his phone and puts the device in his pocket.
"Why? I'm sorry but I'm not very interested in teaching photography in a fishing town. Photography is my passion, and I don't wish to share my passion with people who won't understand it. And I won't waste my time and effort on trying to teach them about it." Mark says, Mr. Wells clenches his fist tightly under the table, putting up with this arrogant asshole.
"Look, my son is very interested in photography, and being the main funder of the academy, I think it would be a good idea to have you as our teacher in the photography program. If this is a money problem, don't worry, I can provide anything you need for your economical needs."
"Photography is my passion, as I said. It's the sense satisfaction of taking a photo and sharing it with the world, showing everyone the world you see in your point of view. I feel offended to know that you think this is a money problem." Mark says, adjusting his collar on his suit. Sean turns around and faces him.
"Then what do you need? I'm also a man with passion, passion of success and wealth. And soon, I will be guiding my son onto that path, and seeing you as his favorite photographer, I am willing to give him what he wants making that he will listen to me in the future. So please, tell me, what do you need?" Sean asked, with seriousness in his voice. Mark stares at nothingness in the room before a smirk forms on his lips.
"Seeing you as the funder of this, fine establishment, I guess I could accept the offer, if you do this one favor."
"I'm all ears."
"Give me a dark room where I can take photos and develop them."
"Already done, we have an underground bunker built for incase there are tornadoes or any natural disaster, I hope it being underground would be okay for you, and it's in a quite isolated location-"
"No, it's perfect. Perfect."