The photo booth

The photo booth

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"And you Rowan." Kace smirked, sitting down in the photo booth. I crossed my arms, "No! I have my foot down on this one!" "Okay then." He said. I looked at him, "Really?" I asked, smiling. "No." He said, giving me a 'wth' look. Then he did the unthinkable to me. Yes that's right ladies and gents, he pushed me. Right out of my seat. All the while laughing. The jerk. But hold on; it doesn't end there, oh no it doesn't. While I'm on my way to the, wel, muddy ground, I can't help but hear a click followed by a flash. Now he had a photo to remember me by. How sweet. Noted the sarcasm?
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I deeply inhale and after a few seconds, exhale. Sooner or later, I'll have to return. Stalling won't help. The call gave me new strengths and lifted me back up on my feet. I can't show him the consequences he made. I have to stay strong. With newfound determination, I walk back to his office. The door is still open, so I step in and close them behind me. I finally see him behind a desk, with his head enveloped in his hands. At the sound of the door, he lifts his gaze up but lowers it back down again. I almost feel sorry for him, but the alarms in my head ring, reminding me not to get tricked. He is the one, who deceived me first. I lift my head up high and loudly start to introduce myself, formally addressing him. "Hello, I am Mia Rose, your new assistant," and extend my hand. He looks at me surprised and his smile turns into a gentle one. I think I see a speck of sadness in his eyes, but my attention is drawn to his hand. "Hello, I'm Mark Adams, a professional photographer. Nice to meet you," and shakes my hand. I notice he addresses me formally as well. His handshake is strong but still gentle. I feel like he doesn't want to let go, but soon does and sits back in his chair.

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