“Here’s some ginger green tea.” The assistant, Ella, as Zane had come to know, was someone whom Jane had hired to help care for the basics.
She was a short queen, bossing her way through every task given with ease.
The temperature was just right.
Zane couldn’t help but glance at her again, thinking that this was the most beautiful woman he had seen since entering the world.
[You are lying.]
Silas knew what he was thinking as he admired the other.
The gluttonous host was only saying that because of how good the pastry dishes she brought for him to snack on tasted.
They were currently doing individual shoots first, so Zane had time to sit around and snack on the things Ella made for him.
She knows how to do everything.
This is a literal female protagonist.
The delicious milk bread she baked had the perfect amount of sugar.
Paired with the ginger tea to help with bloating was like a combination made by the gods.
Damn.
Jane had discovered something about Zane that instantly made her swoon.
She was obsessed with her newest sign, wanting nothing more than to make him the pinnacle of success.
She felt like Zane deserved everything, and she would fight anyone who stood in her way of making that happen.
She was permitted to manage his business bank account.
It was the very account she put the five million into, so she was aware of where the money had gone.
Two million was paid to a private hospital, which she later found that it was going toward his younger brother’s hospice care.
He kept five hundred thousand for himself, while the rest went into a trust fund she helped him create.
Not only did the young man have a good heart, but he also never once complained and earnestly worked to perfect his modeling career.
But the boy was too good-looking to stay a model, so she planned for him to enter acting when the time was right.
Her work phone had thousands of pictures she took of Zane, whether it was him during practice or mock photo shoots, and now doubled that from just today.
She had been watching their competition, seeing that most, if not all, were secretly glancing at her artist with curiosity.
Her chest puffed with pride.
Not once has she ever made a mistake when signing someone.
But Zane is really…
This was also something she had noticed as of late.
Zane’s detached attitude made him appear immortal, as if he had no care in anything or anyone.
He has yet to scout his colleagues, only silently snacking while seemingly lost in his own head.
It was difficult not to look at Zane when he behaved in such a way.
Even now, the photographer would occasionally turn his camera in Zane’s direction and snap a few pictures during someone else’s turn.
“Look at Zane over there!
Like that!
Those round eyes and beautiful face did nothing for the concept of the shoot.
“FEEL the frustration of a low-ranking office worker!
Did you even read the concept for today!?”
What is this person talking about?
Zane looked at the weirdo, Milo Bones, who was their main director and photographer.
His eccentric personality and straightforward attitude were what made him so popular.
Me?
Superiority complex?
Really?
Zane couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
All he did was sit here, eat, drink, and try his best not to fall asleep.
[He is correct.]
I do not think I’m better than anybody….
As a matter of fact, he did think he was better than anyone here.
Why he had to come here and do this stupid nonsense was beyond him.
Zane frowned at the thought of being seen through.
“YES!
LIKE THAT!
Look at Zane and copy what he’s doing!” Zane glanced at the person he was coaching, only to meet with a gaze full of hatred.
“You are a low-ranked office worker who knows he should be the boss!
Not looking like someone who is about to win prom king at school!”
Oliver gritted his teeth.
He hadn’t expected to see Zane here, and even less to hear others praise Zane over him.
[The protagonist sees you as a nuisance.]
You really have a knack for warning me about things that have passed.
His fingers itched to pull out a few more strands of Silas’s golden hair.
It took Oliver being yelled at a few more times before he barely got it right.
Because of this incident, more eyes fell on Zane, watching his every move in awe.
“Let’s change it up a little.” Once it was his turn to sit on the chair, Milo waved his hand for the stylist team.
“Give him some glasses and button up his shirt.
Give him a fake cigarette.”
Jane stood beside Milo, planning on taking a few of her own pictures as a teaser for the upcoming release of the magazine.
“Leaned back in the chair and put it to your mouth.” He instructed Zane on how to pose.
After snapping a few pictures of him with a straight face, Milo thought about what to do next as he adjusted the angle of the camera.
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Zane felt that the autopilot was a little OP if one were to think carefully.
All he had to do was absorb the information and skill growth.
I’m so cool.
His lips unconsciously curled into a cocky grin, one that stunned the entire team as the sound of shutters burst nonstop.
For a split moment, Zane glanced toward the camera and then at his agent.
That was all it took for praises to come from all corners of the room.
The system rolled its eyes at how lucky Zane was.
It knew best that the host hadn’t thought much about the shoot or even cared, but his accidental actions would always end with good results.
“This is it…” Milo mumbled, completely captivated by what he managed to capture in his camera roll.
“The cover for this month’s issue!” His team clapped at the success.
They hooted and hollered, scaring Zane into a frown again.
A bunch of weirdos.
Jane quietly spoke with Milo as she showed him the bundle of pictures she took on her phone.
Zane was ushered to change, as it was decided he would be exempt from the group photo.
Milo wanted him as the main focus, with multiple individual shoots and pages dedicated to Zane.
“This is!” After coming to an agreement on which picture to post as a behind-the-scenes to build up hype, Jane didn’t hesitate to drop it.
The post instantaneously went viral.
[The TARGETS are on their way here.]
Say what now?
As he was putting on a more casual outfit, the notification sounded in his ears.
Did I agree to meet them or something?
[The TARGETS saw your picture posted by Jane Carter.]
Oh great.
“Can you grab my phone for me?” Ella nodded and rummaged through her bag.
“Thank you.”
The moment he turned it on, a wall of notifications jumped onto his locked screen.
What the fuck?
Comment after comment, people spammed him with words of love and lust, leaving Zane dumbfounded at the rise of fame.
There had been hints about him making a debut, but Jane had never posted a clear image of his face and body on the account.
Just being signed to the most anticipated and well-known agent gave him a sizable following.
Now, even news and gossip pages were sharing his pictures to further pull in fans.
He glanced at his text, seeing one from Clyde and Michael.
Michael Powell: I need to see all that in person.
Clyde Foster: You’re getting some.
Getting some what?