“Okay! We’re done for today! Everyone, please come and see how the pictures turned out!” One of the workers on set called out, causing the majority of models to sigh in relief and walk excitedly over to the computer where the photos have been saved.

But not Jessica Jung, no, she walked over slowly, her head held high, a strong sense of pride and elegance emanating from her that most people couldn’t help but to find bewitchingly seductive. She was the last one to arrive at the computer stand, the other models moving out of the way to let her through.

The director’s eyes followed the model each step of the way, inwardly praying for the best results. But when Jessica’s eyes squinted slightly, her face turning darker, he knew his prayers were in vain.

She continued scrolling through each of the photos until she finally decided she’d seen enough. “Who’s the photographer?” She asked, her voice sharp, echoing throughout the studio.

The room had gone silent until the sound of someone clearing their throat had cut through it. “I am.” A man in his early-thirties called out confidently,

Jessica walked over and grabbed the only physical copies of the photos made, off of the small, wooden table. She then strutted off toward the photographer, now standing directly in front of him.

Everyone had held their breath, anticipating Jessica’s next move, overly-curious to find out whether this man had reached her high standards.

Suddenly, Jessica spoke, “All of these photos are such low quality, I would have thought a primary schooler had taken them with shaky fingers.” Jessica’s cold voice rang out, causing the photographer’s eyes to widen, his self-esteem and confidence slowly dissipating into nothing. “Simply put, they all look like . I don’t know who let you in here, but I’ll be the one to put you in your well-deserved place. Get out.”

He hesitated for a moment, looking to the director, seeking help. But the director had only shook his head, that’s when he finally hung his face low and left the room.

The director’s hands flew up to his head to massage his temples, hoping to relieve some of his pent-up stress, but to no avail. That had been the 3rd photographer this month that Jessica had sent off, and they needed to get their next magazine issue out as soon as possible.

If he could, he would have fired Jessica months ago, but now, considering her immense popularity, that decision would send their company plummeting to the ground.

These past few months, their magazines and catwalks have only been gaining popularity because of Jessica. And if he got rid of her now, they’d surely lose everything they’d worked so hard for.

He trudged off into his office and shut the door behind him. He sunk into his chair and let out a heavy sigh, thinking over his schedule.

Suddenly his phone rang, snapping him out of his thoughts. “Hello?”

“Hey. Let me guess, Jessica sent another one home crying?” He recognized the voice of his agent and let out a chuckle.

“You know it. I don’t know what I’m gonna do, I need to find another photographer quickly. And one that’s of high standards, or in this case, Jung’s standards.”

“Well, you won’t have to worry about that any longer because I think I just got you the best photographer you could ask for, and at a reasonable price as well.”

He arched an eyebrow, scoffing, disbelief written all over his face even though he knew his agent couldn’t see it. “Oh yeah? Who?”

There was a pause on the phone, and as the silence prolonged, the director became irritated. However, his agent’s next words had his lips twitching into a smile, “Miss Im Yoona.”