Chapter Five:
The rest of the week flew by, loads of paperwork and minor photoshoots. Soon enough it was the weekend. Today it's Saturday, the day of photoshoot with the business man. Apparently the guy is pretty young, in his mid twenties or so.
I got Karla to do the researching, I had enough on my plate and she is assisting me with this appointment anyway. Karla is doing the interview part of this photoshoot, it's all for an article in a business magazine.
At the moment, I'm diving through my cramped walk-in closet, trying to find some decent professional wear. With a sigh of relief, I pull out one of my dresses. A black skater dress that could pass as formal, with short sleeves and an appropriate length ending just above my knee. It is business like, yet casual. Perfect.
I pair it with a pale pink form fitting blazer and matching Guess pumps. I drag a brush through my wavy mess and pin my bangs out my face with a black clip.
Presentable.
I finish up with some light make up, nothing heavy and grab my camera bag on my way out my room. The rest of my equipment is already in my car. I walk into the foyer, my heels clacking loudly and I wait for Karla to hurry up.
"-and how would you say you run your company?"
I turn around just in time to find Karla mumbling questions under her breath. A fond smile makes it's way onto my face, having seen Karla do this thousands of times before. Even when we were in high school.
"Do you-"
"Karla?" I interrupt, "You ready to go?"
"Huh? What?" she says, her face scrunching up in confusion.
"We need to leave," I chuckle at her absent mindness, "Are you ready?"
"Oh, yeah," she giggles, running her slim hands over her outfit. Navy blue slacks and blazer, with a white blouse and matching heels.
I unlock the door as she grabs her satchel of notes from the foyer table. I turn to step out, only to stop when I see my sister standing there.
Her fist is raised to knock and her face shows guilty surprise. She drops her hand and attempts at an innocent smile, but I only stare at her with suspicion.
"Hey, Kenny?" she tries, but it comes out as more of a hesitant question.
"What is it, Lottie," I sigh, leaning against the door frame as I watch her closely, "What are you doing here?"
"Okay, I know you have an appointment, but I would like to tag along-"
"No."
"But, Kenzie, please," she whines, "I just want to see how it's done."
"No," I repeat curtly.
"I'll even help you set up," she barters, "Please!"
"Why?" I frown, pushing off from the door frame, "You've never shown any interest before. Why now?"
"I have!" she defends, "You just never noticed. I mean, have you seen my room?"
"No?"
"Exactly!" she exclaims, "Can I come?"
"Augh, fine, whatever," I groan, my shoulders slumping in defeat.
"Yay!" she jumps around the narrow hallway.
"But!" I say, halting her ecstatic bouncing, "That means you have to help set up and pack up, as well as keep quiet during the photoshoot. Okay?"
"Deal!" she squeals, continuing her mini celebration.
I shake my head at her and turn to close the apartment door, allowing Karla to step out first before I lock it. Karla watches Charlotte with amusement lighting up her green-blue eyes. I smile knowingly at her before we all head to the elevator.
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We arrive at the Studio, the photoshoot destination and the our agency's separate photography building. When I'm not slaving over paperwork at the main quarters in my office, I'm here. Developing photos, doing photoshoots and editing my finished work.
One day I hope to open my own gallery, filled with various pieces of mine. That would be a dream come true.
I park the car and we pile out, rushing to prepare the area of the shoot. We all grab the equipment and enter the building, riding the elevator to the third and top most floor. The top floor always has the best natural light.
With the help of a few assistants and my sister, we manage to set up. Using the large bay windows to border the setup, I got the assistants to put a white cloth screen up in the middle. I set up all the lighting and camera flashes. Then arranged my tripod at the front, setting my bigger Nikon camera atop the stand.
After adjusting it's height and angle, I make everything else is in order. Karla has set up a mini lounge, she got the assistants to arrange a few couches and a coffee table. She got a small vase of flowers and a table cloth, to decorate the small table.
"Hey, Kenzie," Charlotte calls.
"Yeah?" I say, fiddling with my camera's settings.
"What time is this guy supposed to be here anyway?" she inquires, coming to stand beside me.
Surprisingly, she was pretty helpful today. Never thought I'd say that.
"Oh, um, soon," I mumble, not really paying attention.
"Okay, cool."
I nod absently at her, bringing my eye to the lens, making sure I have it focused right. I adjust it a little more before Charlotte speaks up again.
"What's this guys name again?" she tilts her head, "I actually don't remember you telling me that."
"Uhhhh," I don't think I actually know that information myself, "Karla?"
"Yeah?" she replies, busy fluffing up the pillows on the couches.
"What's the guys name again?"
"Charlie Kendall," she says automatically.
"Thanks," I call to her before turning to looks at a grinning Charlotte, "There you go."
"Charlie Kendall," her face looks like it's splitting in half, "The Charlie Kendall?"
"Uh, yeah," I look at her weirdly as she squeals, "Why?"
"How do you not know who he is," she gapes at me as if I have sprouted another head, "Especially when you do the work that you do."
I just raise my eyebrow at her dramatic voice, "So?"
"So? So?" she gasps, holding a hand to her chest, "Charlie Kendall is only the sexiest bachelor into New York!"
"You sound like a stalker," I smirk at her, she huffs at me but before she can reply the elevator dings.
We all turn to watch the doors slide open, allowing two tall figures to step out. One with white blonde hair and the taller one with dark, almost black hair. For some reason he looks startling familiar.
Karla scurries to meet the duo, greeting them politely and shakes the taller male's hand. She guides them over to our setup, bringing them closer for me to make out a pair of dashing green eyes.
Oh, crap!
I freeze as realization strikes me, hard. The man with the beautiful eyes falters when his eyed meet mine, no doubt recognizing me.
Why me, God. Why me.
The man from my accidental affair, is none other than Charlie Kendall.
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