My name is Axelle
I am 16 years old and I am not very sociable
I do not have a friend, well, if I have one, my camera.
Everything that makes me sad or happy I take it in photo
and I post all my photos in my room,
it is lined with my "works" as my bi...
This is the guy from last night! He looks even more surprised than me. His lower lip is marked by a large crust, I really hurt him. We observe ourselves in awkward silence. I decide to break it first.
- Do you need help to pick up your files?
I look at him, forbidden. He's still looking at me, bewildered. He shakes his head slightly as if to regain his senses.
- Do not worry, I'll manage.
- Very good.
As normal, I will insist on helping him. But firstly I have an appointment and secondly I do not really have a good memory of this man so I prefer to keep my distance.
I arrive on the third floor. I knock on a door where is marked "Photographer in chief" by instinct of deduction I deduce that my interview takes place here. A rather plump little woman opens and smiles at me. She looks nice but over time I learned to be suspicious of appearances.
- Hello miss, she said to me cajoling, enter please.
I go in thanking her. She points to a chair in front of a large desk and I sit down.
- Mr. Roysse will soon arrive can wait a little moment?
I nod in approval and I see it disappear behind a glass door.
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I hear some noise behind this one. They are voices. They enter the office after talking. The first person who enters is the plump woman, the second is the one I guess to be Mr. Roysse and the third is ... the type of earlier. It's not true he follows me or what?
The "boss" searches in a drawer of his office without even looking at me and takes out my CV and some of my photos that I had sent him prior to the appointment. After a few minutes watching my files, Mr. Roysse looks at me for the first time, smiling.
- Mademoiselle I think that even without consulting us we can affirm that you are very talented.
- Thank you, I say in a neutral tone.
- You really have potential. I sincerely believe that you will move the company forward.
- Looking at my C.V and observing my photos? Let me tell you that I find your decision hasty.
- Do not worry. We first need to check your real skills. You will therefore be in a trial period, where you will be assigned a collaborator.
He signals to the mystery man to come forward.
- Mr. Clark here will be your sidekick. You do not mind?
I turn to the mystery man and gives him a glare, before raising a broad smile.
- Absolutely not !
- All right, you start tomorrow!
- Perfect...
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This is the corridor that I will have to cross every day from now on. At this moment I am walking in the company of the mystery man.
We arrive at the bat of the stairs that I mounted earlier. I turn to the mystery man.
- Well, if I understand correctly we will work together, I pause, so start on a good basis.
I reach out and he grabbed it.
- Nice to meet you, my name is Axelle Scott. And you ?
- Aiden Clark. Nice to meet you too.
I let go of his hand and smile at him.
- Well, see you tomorrow, Clark.
I leave but he holds me by the forearm.
- For what happened last night, I drank I was not myself.
I'm pouting.
- It's not nice to lie Clark, I can recognize the smell of alcohol. And you did not feel anything. But I did hurt you, hope that you serve as a lesson.
I emerge from his grip with a quick gesture and turn his heels.
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There is nobody on the beach. The incessant and regular noise of the waves reassures me. This day was rich in emotion. I am hired in a photographer company. This is what I have always dreamed of and yet I can not rejoice. I have the impression that I would not know how to live up to it. But I sincerely hope that this is just an impression. This is the first job of my life. The first time someone will assign me a specific task. The first that I will taste the sense of responsibility.
I take a deep breath to try to put my ideas back in place. I walk slowly towards the edge of the sand and put my bare feet in the water. The coming and going of the waves tickles my feet. The water is very fresh. It feels good.
The vibration of my phone takes me out of my reverie. I pull it out of my back pocket to see who's calling me at this time.
