Reika
Supernova
- Joined
- Apr 21, 2009
- Location
- Metro City
"Yeah yeah, I hear you. Listen to me, I know it's a big deal. Yes. I understand that I said! Look, I know a guy, he's really smooth with the camera. He's got some pictures in some magazines, he works really well under pressure, and... Yes... wait wait... you said Ragos right? Latminda Ragos no?" He paused, listening for a quick answer. "What? Vanessa Ragos? Holy shit, that's a whole different ball game! That woman's Satan with tits. There's no way I can have someone snap her. Wherever she is there is contraversy, I don't want my name, nor my photographers suffering through that shit. She's coming here?! For fuck's sake... fine. I'll contact my photo boy. How much are we talking." The man's lips curved into a wide grin once he heard his probably profits for snapping Vanessa Ragos, a woman rated amongst the top five most beautiful women alive. "Fine then. It sounds good all of a sudden. Let me call my man. He might be taking snapshots of the city, or having a drink somewhere. Goodbye."
He sat in his office, overlooking a pretty portion of their city. "Jesus Christ... we're either all going to lose our jobs, or become filthy motherfucking rich." He searched through his eleven photographers. Six of them were just not worthy, that left five. One of his better guys was on vacation, that left four. Two of those four were women, and Ragos didn't take pictures with women photographers, so that left two. One of those two, wasn't really experienced, and would likely fuck everything up. He had to go with his better judgement. He pressed CALL and waited for his photographer to pick up.
"Pick up the phone boy... pick it the fuck up..."
He sat in his office, overlooking a pretty portion of their city. "Jesus Christ... we're either all going to lose our jobs, or become filthy motherfucking rich." He searched through his eleven photographers. Six of them were just not worthy, that left five. One of his better guys was on vacation, that left four. Two of those four were women, and Ragos didn't take pictures with women photographers, so that left two. One of those two, wasn't really experienced, and would likely fuck everything up. He had to go with his better judgement. He pressed CALL and waited for his photographer to pick up.
"Pick up the phone boy... pick it the fuck up..."