Rory’s POV
I’m trying to keep my temper in check after this b.itch of a secretary disrespects me to my face. Her look of disdain and thinly veiled barbs irritate me, and it takes everything in me to not react as I stand there, clutching all the paperwork I’ve accumulated for this photoshoot.
Marcus doesn’t hesitate to pull the woman up on her attitude, and I feel a curl of warmth as he threatens to walk from the project if I am not allowed to go with him.
I follow behind them both through the door and down a plain corridor to a door that the secretary opens and leads us inside.
The room is large, with one area to our right, dedicated to racks of outfits no doubt for use in the various shoots the photographer does. There is also a space for the clients to change, a thin curtain acting a
