Her tone was not one of negotiation, but of notification.
I let out a soft "tsk." "Boss Yuan, are you trying to sideline me? If I report to the higher-ups at the meeting and they hold me accountable, I'll have no choice but to tell the truth."
Yuan Yaxin's face suddenly turned ugly and she remained silent.
I took the opportunity to reclaim my power and chuckled, "If you don't say anything, I'll take it as a retraction. I'll definitely assist you in managing your employees."
Yuan Yaxin held back her anger and whispered in my ear: "Lanshan, don't be complacent, we have a long way to go."
I didn't take it seriously and walked right past her and back to my office.
Although I am only the vice president, my position is one level lower than Yuan Yaxin.
But Yuan Yaxin doesn't dare to touch me now. She always has to have a legitimate reason to avoid being criticized.
The weekend soon came again, and I arrived at the store where I was going to shoot on time as agreed with Yan Meng.
When he saw me, the photographer was very enthusiastic and handed me over to the makeup artist. There was also someone ironing the cheongsam for the shoot. Everyone was very busy.
Through the mirror, I glanced around and didn't see Yan Meng in the studio. I couldn't help but ask the makeup artist, "Is your boss Yan not here?"
"I didn't hear that Director Yan was coming. He seems to have other plans today."
This made me feel a little relieved. It’s good that Yan Meng is not here.
Whenever I think of the look in Yan Meng's eyes as he looked at me, I get goosebumps all over my body.
But when it came to shooting, I still couldn't help but feel nervous.
Plus, I've never been a model before, so many of my movements were stiff and I couldn't relax very much, so the photos I took had a deliberately controlled feel.
I had to reshoot the scene over and over again, and I could only keep apologizing to the photographer.
The photographer looked at the camera and was not very satisfied.
"Take a break first, Miss Lan. Relax a bit and get back into shape."
I bowed again apologetically. Being a model for photo shoots was not as easy as I imagined. I even felt sorry for the cheongsams that were tailor-made for me.
In frustration, my phone vibrated twice.
I was stunned when I saw the caller ID.
Yan Meng!
I hesitated for two seconds, thinking about the repeated mistakes in the shooting just now, and I still answered the phone guiltily.
"I heard that you weren't in a good state today. Are you feeling unwell?"
"No." My voice was a little low, and I said, "I don't have enough experience, and I can't meet the photographer's standards. Mr. Yan, why don't you hire a professional model?"
Yan Meng was not in a hurry at all.
"I've already signed the contract. It's too late for you to regret it now. It doesn't matter if you lack experience. At worst, I can ask the photographer to shoot you for a few more days."
Yan Meng didn't forget to tease me, "Or, should I go over and keep you company?"
Hearing his ambiguous tone, I frowned. Just as I was about to refuse, Yan Meng pretended to be innocent and said, "Don't get the wrong idea. I mean, I'll go over and help you find your mood."
"That's not necessary!" I refused decisively. I didn't want to see him.
I just want to end my agreement with him as soon as possible and sever my connection with him.
Even though I knew he couldn't see it, I still managed a perfunctory smile: "Don't worry, Director Yan, I will definitely finish the filming today and won't delay your progress."
As soon as I finished speaking, I hung up the phone.
In order to finish the shooting as quickly as possible, I just gave it a go.
I told the photographer that I was ready and hoped that he could take a few more photos at once, thinking that there would always be a few that could be used.
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