Lustful Paradise

Chapter 37: Why Do You Think This Is 'Not Good Enough'?

After driving for twenty minutes, they arrived at Miracle Model Agency, located in the center of the city, stopping at the main entrance.

It was a huge building with a modern architectural design, standing tall in its surroundings. The glass windows were bright and shiny, reflecting light onto the ground below.

As they stepped out of the car, Lucifer offered his hand to Lisa, who gladly took it, linking their arms together and walking inside the building while letting the valet parking guy park the car.

Once they got through the automatic sliding doors, the interior was revealed, showing the extravagant lobby that welcomed them in with a grand chandelier hanging from above and expensive furniture everywhere.

Every floor of the building was set up with different theme sets for photoshoots and various background sets that could be used for commercial shoots.

"Mom, what kind of shoot will you be overseeing today?" Lucifer asked, pulling Lisa closer to him by her waist as they walked through the hallway, leading to the elevator.

"The lingerie shoot. We're going to shoot for this summer collection."

"I see. Then I'm excited to see how it goes."

"Haha. Sure, darling."

They continued walking and reached the elevator located at the end of the lobby, pressing the button to call it.

As soon as they entered, Lisa pushed the button to take them up to the tenth floor, where the set was ready for the photoshoot.

Once they arrived, they were greeted by a view of a bedroom setting with white walls and soft lighting that gave off a cozy feeling.

A large bed stood in the middle, covered in red silk sheets and surrounded by pillows and blankets. The windows behind it were wide open, revealing the sunny day outside.

There were just a few people around, such as a couple of staff fixing up the props and the cameras.

Soon, they heard loud shouting that drew their attention to the side, where a group of people could be seen bickering among themselves.

"Fuck! Fuck! Why isn't this picture fucking good enough? It looks shit!" A big, bulky man yelled in anger at one of the female staff members, who appeared to be the photographer.

The man wore black jeans and a white shirt that was too tight on his body. His face was red with rage as he glared at the woman before him, pointing a finger at her.

Meanwhile, the woman he was yelling at had long brown hair flowing down her back, and her dark eyes stared up at him in defiance as she clenched her fists at her sides.

She wore a sleeveless, short white blouse that revealed her stomach, along with a black miniskirt that barely covered anything. There was also a matching jacket hanging from her shoulders.

Her legs were bare, and her feet were covered by black high heels.

Lucifer observed that the guy seemed to be pissed off beyond belief, judging from how he kept on cursing at the photographer. He could only assume it was because of her photography skills being below his expectations.

"I've been doing this for years! How dare you tell me that my photos are shit! If it's so bad, why don't you try shooting? Huh?" The girl shouted back, throwing a mini-fit at the man in front of her.

"You fucking slut! Don't get too cocky just because you're pretty. Do you think I care if you have big tits and ass? I am paying a lot of money to have my Valeria Lingerie line covered by your company, and you have the nerve to fucking complain when I asked you to do your job properly?"

Hearing his words, Lucifer furrowed his eyebrows as he couldn't stand listening to such crude language directed towards a woman.

But before he could do anything, Lisa let go of him and stomped forward.

"What is the meaning of this?" Lisa asked, her voice echoing throughout the room, loud and commanding.

At that moment, everyone stopped talking and looked over at Lisa, who approached them with long strides. Her posture exuded authority and dominance as she walked like a lioness stalking her prey.

"Mrs. Reynolds! It's great that you are here! Please fire this bitch!

She doesn't know how to do her job!" The man, who had been shouting before, pointed at the girl and exclaimed in frustration.

He clearly didn't seem to care about his words anymore.

However, Lisa paid him no heed and continued walking forward, stopping right before the young woman and staring straight into her eyes.

Then she lifted her hand up and patted her shoulders.

"Are you okay, Megan?"

"Yes, ma'am. I am fine. It's just that this man keeps on complaining about my photos, saying they're not good enough."

"I see..." Lisa paused for a second before turning towards the man. "Mr. Dominik Scott, you do know that my company has high standards and a reputation in the modeling industry, right?"

"Of course I know!" Mr. Scott responded. "I would not have chosen your company if I didn't believe it was capable of doing a good job."

"Then, do you mind explaining to me why you think this is 'not good enough'?" Lisa questioned as she pointed at one of the photos on the monitor.

The photo showed a gorgeous model posing in a sexy black lingerie set that showcased her curvy figure, making her look irresistible.

Her long, pinkish-red hair fell down to her waist in waves, framing her beautiful face and highlighting her black eyes. Her skin was pale and smooth, almost like porcelain. She also wore a red lipstick that made her lips look full and pouty.

It looked perfect in every way possible, so much so that even Lucifer himself felt aroused by the sight of it.

But then again, he had always found redheads attractive.

Seeing Lisa pointing at the photo, Mr. Scott snorted and retorted, "This photo doesn't show the Valeria Lingerie enough! How is this even good? It looks horrible!"