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Layla Carson is a part time photographer for her aunt, that's was not Layla's passion and she half assed it most of the time. Her aunt was rude, snobby and picked on Layla for everything she did...
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Zafar
"How fucking dare you!" I screamed, my current manager was glaring at me.
"You WILL do this." He said, I was livid at him and he was about to be fired.
"You WILL be fired!" I yelled back, he rolled his eyes.
"At least I can find a better model somewhere else, please fire me." He begged, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
"I will!" I yell I was angry, I did fire the man—he didn't care about me but the money and his snide comments about my problems were slowly driving me crazy.
I had a photo shoot today, and little did I fucking know it was an intimate photoshoot. It was to show a couple in love, the company demanded shots that I would not do. I hated women with a passion, they were vile and disgusting creatures made from the depths of hell.
"Sir" I looked up, groaning as another man in a suit stood before me—at least he was about my age now, these young 19-20-year-old idiots who clearly got the job through mommy and daddy's money were getting on my nerves.
"What!?" I hissed, his eyes widened but he kept his composure before speaking.
"I am your new manager, You have a contract, if you break it, you will be bankrupt and out of the modelling business." My new manager said, his smirk had sent me over the edge.
I punched him straight in the face, he flew back and landed on his ass. He looked at me with a shocked expression, he must've not heard about me then. He got up and dusted himself off, there were tears in his eyes so I guessed he was a fucking pussy or something.
"What the hell man!" He sneered at me, but even though his anger I could hear the pain and confusion in his voice.
"Don't fucking taunt me with that smug bullshit, I'll break your fucking lip." I growled, he groaned.
"They really lied to me about how to act, note to self; don't smirk while giving bad news" He groaned, I felt bad I totally overreacted, I sighed,
"Who am I modelling with." I hissed, he flinched clearly being careful of me.
"Sabrina Devanilo, she's a viral model, and she will give you much publicity." The manager's voice game out slurred, I guess I hurt him pretty bad.
"Personality?" I ask, feeling my temper disappear as fast as it came.
"Huh?" He asked, clearly confused and uncomfortable.
