“So I’m told. And thank you,” Alec said with a charming grin. He shook his hand and nodded saying, “Magnus Bane.” The name rolled off of his tongue like he’d said it before, which he might have, to his sister. He sat back down the moment that Magnus had and kept his eyes on him, which wasn’t difficult to do. The photographer was stunning and it was a wonder he didn’t model himself. “I hope that I’m able to give you exactly what you were looking for. I’m sure you’ve seen some of my past modeling work and while I’ll admit that it’s not much, I’m very good at what I do.” And he wasn’t saying that to brag. Modeling was a lot like acting and he could put on a face just as well as he could pretend to be someone else.
“Yes, she told me how amazing of a photographer you are. So when I got your request, I couldn’t deny it. Don’t be surprised if she buys more from your line. Though I’ll admit that Isabelle has a bit too much of clothes.” Though he had a feeling that his sister would disagree. “Venice? Really?” Alec asked, leaning forward some in interest. “I’ve always wanted to go to Venice.” Money wouldn’t be a problem for him, but it was an extra perk to have everything covered. “Very well. I will show up, no worries about that. And we’re doing something today too, correct? Or is it just fitting me to some outfits.” And the one he would take home, Alec was actually looking forward to that. “I’m prepared to do whatever you ask of me.” And if Magnus hired him, he would certainly not say no to that. He finished the remainder of his coffee and sat the glass down. “So, what’s first?”
Magnus barely concealed the little shiver that ran down his spine as Alec said his name, giving a little nod. He leaned back as he sipped his tea and smiled. “I assure you, Alexander, when I ask for someone specifically? It’s because I know they can give me the results I want.” he promised. “I have never worked with someone I couldn’t get to give me what I want for a shoot, but I take particular pride when it comes to my personal fashion line. I only want to the best, and while you’re work isn’t as long winded as some other models, you’re certainly one of the best. More relaxed than other models are in front of the camera.” he explained, setting his cup down.
“Isabelle was amazing. She’s exceptionally beautiful and she knows it. I like having confident women in my shoots, but I prefer to have ones who enjoy the chance to help other women find confidence, too. Your sister is one such woman.” he said with a nod. “She is welcome to buy more of the line, as are you. My models get special treatment with my personal line.” Magnus smiled and nodded. “Yes. Isabelle’s shoot was in Rome, yours is in Venice. It’s a lovely place, you’ll enjoy it.” he promised. “We have a few shots for here, but most of those are for the department stores that sell the line. They like plain background things because they lack vision, but they sell my product, so I give them their mediocrity.” he laughed softly, moving to stand. “First, I’ll show you the line.” he replied, leaving his cup and motioning for Alec to follow him from the room and into the actual studio, the lamps and shades and backdrops all pristine, and a long rack along the wall was filled with clothes, but a section of about 30 outfits sectioned off. “Here is the current line, we’ll have them tailored to you today and you can pick whatever you like to take home after the shoot.”
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