Chapter 17: Mystery Man

*MARCUS’ POV*

Neither Wolfgang or Bonnie were prepared for the rambunctious applause that greeted them the moment they stepped off the platform. Simon was in seventh heaven. The man utterly skipped over to his desk set-up to start glancing at the photos he had captured. Other models flocked to the same table to steal a quick glance.

Marcy, on the other hand, was beyond furious with what had just taken place inside of her agency’s studio. The older woman had not moved a single inch from her corner as her stone cold features had permanently fixed themselves into a tight scowl.

“You see people, this is what we’re aiming for now,” Simon told them. “Give me ‘this’.”

Simon’s artistry behind the camera was truly something to behold. As he and Bonnie made a move to change back into their clothes, he had taken a quick peek over his shoulder at the computer screen.

“Not bad,” he commented smoothly.