*Stalker*

Chapter 4 *The work*

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They planned the shooting will take  a long weekend.In the lonely farm house which had been filled with people and life.Workers to make Tito's ideal scheme to the shooting .Repairing the house where it was needed with momentary solutions,and destroying what needed to be demolished on  the photographer's wish of course. This project was big.A whole magazine in the theme of farm and wildness surrounding it ,all the while advertising clothes.Male and female. Studio lamps were placed in the rooms of the old wooden farm house against Tito's words of course ,and designers and their helpers were all over the place.Making a mess and Tito's work harder then necessary as he reckoned to James.

The staff  was placed in a motel not too far from the deserted farm in a little village,where they were the biggest attraction as they leaved to work and came back late in the night.With at least six car.

The first day was hell.Tito shouting ,James soothing him while Dan tried his best to keep calm and Jean laughed his ass off.

Of course Jean didn't really needed to come but he came anyway.His fathers strict orders to have a business dinner with him,while he was in the states to check on how his company was doing were forgotten .His first intriguing idea of sending him to the USA branch as a simple low-profiled-manager was now enjoyable.And Jean started to understand that he,as the heir of the company have to be capable of doing from coffee as a secretary to the biggest contract and deals .Only then he will be wise and good director when his father had retired.

The weight on his shoulders were bigger with every year his father got older.And it felt like his last days were counted as a free man.Not that he was ever free to decide on his future or had a choice but it still somehow mattered to him.It was another part of the world,not French.Not Europe.His face and name which will bring him his oh-so-bright future weren't known here.Not wildly.He was more free here then ever before.Surprisingly he even said it out loud one night ,after sex.To the blonde man who was cuddling against his shoulders drifting off to sleep but still running his mouth about himself then aliens .After he pondered for a hour about the big question that was on his mind for days .A Zombie Apocalypse or Word War III will occur sooner?The flow of wide ideas the photographer surprised him  with, meeting after meeting on the "Buddy-Bonding-We will have sex-Thing " as he called them,astound the Frenchman every time.

Blowing on the tea after passing one to James who said cutely a curt and a shy "Thanks."Jean sighed .Looked around and took in the view.Trees,grass. . . greenness and hills.Truly majestic.The pure air was a simple  gift that people didn't valued anymore.The beauty of the sun high on the greenish-grey-blue sky was breathtaking.With huge white clouds,shaping things.A cow,a dog and a tree then a human face.Or the craziness of the- now nearly hysteric -photographer was starting to rub off on him.He wondered,maybe he's spending too much time with the blonde man?He grinned wryly ,the heir of the biggest design and advertising company on the world was going crazy,insane.It would be hell of a big mess.A likable and amusing mess.And he would be in the middle of it,dancing while laughing and smirking at everything like the frickin' prince of the clowns.