That photo was a disaster, to say the least. One of the problems was the dim studio lighting that left the product dark, giving it a dirty, faded appearance, as if it had been sitting in the back of a closet for too long. Furthermore, the image was blurred to the point of affecting all dimensions of the valuable object, making it almost unrecognizable. To top it off, the crucial details, from the brand name to the handle, were totally blurred, throwing the main purpose of the photo shoot into the trash with no possibility of recycling. As if this series of factors that horrified the coveted photograph were not enough, time was getting scarcer and scarcer, according to the tiny black pointers that moved at an unusual speed. 

It was these kinds of thoughts that hammered aggressively in Stephanie Hwang's head as she looked at the final artwork of her work, feeling a mixture of anger and intense disappointment in the process. She had been so focused on finding every flaw in that poorly printed piece of paper that she had barely noticed the presence of a second person approaching her.

— You are always soooo exaggerated. A first-rate perfectionist I would say. — Said the strange figure in a voice that, although sarcastic, had a slight cold tone that would frighten any sensible human being who heard it.

— Someone's in a good mood today. Isn't that right, Jessica? — She stared for a split second at the relaxed, light-haired young woman who had dumped the rest of their heavy equipment in some corner of the room. 

— Very funny Miss Photographer, but I don't laugh easily. — Stephanie decided to ignore the annoying comment, trying to think of a way to fix the damage she had done. Not for nothing her impatience for the arrival of the miracle idea was demonstrated by the way she drummed her fingers on the beige table in the studio. Her brown eyes be