The Treasure She Never Asked For 35 Unbuttoning

"Interesting, but there might be an issue," Marcel said to Julia.

"What is it?" Julia asked.

"Well, I have to go pick up my young brother for the weekends from the orphanage, so that might interfere with filming," Marcel said.

"Don't worry about that, there's no filming during the weekend, the staff would also need to take a break and edit their footage" Julia explained.

"That's great," Marcel said in relief. He did not want to jeopardise his career but he also did not want to disappoint Marcel.

"Well, we'll talk more tomorrow at your house and you'll be able to meet your a.s.sistant and driver then. If you can think of anything you are curious about you can ask me now, or tomorrow" Julia said.

"Ah, that reminds me. Is it alright to open a social media profile on my own? Or will that be handled by the agency?" Marcel asked.

"You can open your profile and then it can get verified by the agency. Just be careful about the things that you post on it. If you're too irresponsible you'll have to consult me with your posts before posting them. I'd rather you didn't give me more work" Julia said.

"Oh, that's alright then. If I can think of anything else then I'll ask you tomorrow" Marcel said as he stood up.

"You're going for filming?" Julia asked as she too stood up.

"Mmh, I'll see you tomorrow," Marcel said with a smile and left the room.

Julia stood where she was with a smile. She felt like she was being compensated for managing an airhead before.

She was glad the boy seemed to have some sense in him, and it didn't look like he was someone who acted recklessly. It meant he would get into less trouble and she would have little mess to clean up in the future.

If he was stupid she would not have tolerated him after Damien recruited her from her old company, she was curious as to why he had wanted her as a manager, but it seems that he had decided to invest on Marcel, and he looked like a worthy investment.

Marcel made his way to the practise room that they practised in and saw that most of the people who would get involved in the filming were already there.

"Okay, now we just have to wait for Sherry to arrive," Ben said to the director.

"Can you go and prep him?" the director said.

Marcel did not take any offence to the abrupt behaviour since he knew filing locations were normally like this.

One of the stylists took his arm and led him out of the practice room and into the room that was facing it. It was much smaller than the practise room but he saw that there was a rack of clothes that were really fas.h.i.+onable.

The short girl who had brought him held a couple of s.h.i.+rts in front of his body as if trying to see what would be the most suitable.

She picked three s.h.i.+rts and handed them over to him.

"Try these on first," the stylist said and turned to rummage through the numerous pants that were prepared for him.

Marcel turned his back towards her tried on one of the s.h.i.+rts before clearing his throat to get her attention. The s.h.i.+rt was sky blue in colour and was a bit form-fitting.

"Try the white one," she said.

Marcel did not say anything and obediently tried on the white s.h.i.+rt she had given him and cleared his throat once more. The stylist turned around and her eyes brightened when she saw it.

"Perfect, now try these on," she said and handed him a pair of black slacks before she walked out of the room. She felt that she had already done her best to restrain herself from ogling him, she didn't think her heart was ready to watch him change his pants.
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Marcel also breathed a sigh of relief when she gave him room to change, he was still a bit uncomfortable with changing his clothes in front of people.

He had decided to treat it as practice because once he started modelling, he would have to walk around the dressing room in his underwear until he was fitted in his clothes. If he became influential enough then he might just get his own dressing room in the future.

Marcel took off his jeans and wore the slacks before knocking on the door and the stylist came in.

"This is just perfect. How can you have such great proportions?" she thought out loud as she circled around him.

Marcel didn't think there was anything extraordinary about the clothes, the s.h.i.+rt was a bit too big and the sleeves were a bit too long. He didn't understand where the outfit was perfect.

"Now let's fix this up" the stylist mumbled to herself and started unb.u.t.toning his s.h.i.+rt. Marcel was surprised he caught one of her hands.

"What are you doing?" he asked looking very fl.u.s.tered.