Maid for the Quadruplets
He cleared his throat and lowered his camera.
“This is… This is enough for today,” he said firmly to his crew. “You can go now,” he told the staff members present. “Miss Hart, I need to discuss some things with you first, and if you could check the images if possible.”
“Sure, I never leave without checking if it’s all okay,” I replied to him. I glanced at my manager, who seemed to understand immediately. She quickly ushered the remaining staff out of the room and was the last one to leave. Once the door clicked shut, the photographer walked over, his name is Beau, an attractive half-Filipino, half-French man with long hair and thick red lips. He locked the door and slowly approached me. I de