![]() ![]() Today's shot was just a still life, but it still took Ashley's breath away. "He was better than the rest of the lot that applied after Derek left," Damian grumbled, his gaze fixed on the viewfinder of his camera. ![]() They never seemed to last long, but Ashley was certain that all of them had "skills" outside the arena of photography. He was quite sure he knew the answer after all, the hapless assistant was by far the most beautiful young man that Damian had ever hired. "Why do I put up with this?" Damian sighed to himself. The response was indecipherable, but the resentful tone was clear. "Have it cleaned up by the time I get out there," Damian instructed, before muttering, "to save me from having a heart attack." "Nothing breakable," came the defensive answer. Even at a distance Damian could tell that the boy was frustrated and angry.Īshley's eyes crinkled in silent laughter as he sat, perched on the stool, where he'd been watching as Damian set up the shot. Taking a deep breath to quell his irritation, he raised his voice to ask, "Are you all right, Nicholas?" ![]() At the sound of the crash, Damian rolled his eyes heavenward and wondered for the hundredth time whatever had possessed him to hire such a clumsy, surly, irritable, annoying, immature, and inexperienced assistant. ![]()
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