If this had been some celebrity, the photographer might have already started chewing them out. Couldn't find the camera, couldn't even emote properly, and so stiff to work with? Weren't they just here to get reamed? But looking at the two in front of her, the photographer fell grimly silent. She truly couldn't scold them or lash out.
The photographer took a deep breath. "Stop. You two take a short break."
Victor Morgan rolled off of Jessie Sterling and silently walked to the side. He took a bottle of mineral water from the mini-fridge, twisted open the cap, and only then handed it to her as she sat on the bed.
"Have some water," Victor said.
Seeing this, the photographer only grew more frustrated.
Of everyone on set, she was probably the thirstiest, right? The number of words she'd spoken this morning probably surpassed the total for all of last month.
