Chapter 43

Forty-three

Nathan

"Will that be all gentlemen?" I asked, my face hurting from the fake smile pasted on my face. I would be out of that door as soon as they nodded their heads at me.

The meeting had taken longer than expected. Heck, what I had expected was something short, simple, and not a waste of time. Instead, two nincompoops had spent an hour arguing baselessly over what model should be used as the face of the agency.

Of all the fucking things in the world! Models! It had taken me threatening to boot their ass out of my company for them to quit yammering over how hot their recommendations were and shut the fuck up.

"I believe that will all," one of the directors spoke rising to his feet. He looked tired of the shenanigans that had played out before us all.

"Great! Have a nice day gentlemen," I greeted.

Gentlemen my ass. I was barely out the door when they resumed arguing. Old fucking men without an ounce of self-respect, arguing over how large or small the bosom of a model wa