New year's . It was New Year's Eve , and here he was , in his office ,
working his ass off to meet a deadline .
The few people who had come to work that day had already gone home to spend time with their families - and that was hours ago ; which was why his floor was deserted save for him , and the guard guarding the entrance on the ground floor .
All he wanted was to drive back to his empty condo , take a long hot shower , drink a beer and collapse in his soft bed .
He would have gone home to do his work too , but he had decided against it , realizing that the moment he caught sight of his bed , he would collapse and sleep until noon the next day - and miss his deadline early the next morning .
He would have nothing to show to the editor of his magazine if he did just that , and though the man was a close friend - Yohji was as close as it gets - he didn't want to embarrass himself because of his irresponsibility .
He rubbed his eyes and leaned back against the office chair , waiting for the images to appear on the paper , waiting for the images to emerge under the layer of chemicals .
Perfect .
He watched as the profile of a known model etched itself like magic on the paper , and waited for a few more moments , for the perfect moment to remove the photograph to keep it from being too exposed .
"Aha !" He muttered triumphantly , snatching the paper , pinning it up on the line to dry . Finally , the last of the negatives had been developed ; and they weren't half as bad as he expected .
He swallowed his impatience as the gloss sheened over and the picture was almost through .
" Che ." He glared at the image of the model , flouncing on a blindingly white table , advertising a new brand of perfume as if it were her fault that he was stuck spending new year's eve in the dark room of his building .
He hated his job ... but it wasn't his fault that he was good at it .
He was so good that there was no one , absolutely no one , who had never seen at least one of his works .
They were everywhere , all the top brands of all the top products , and his name was always printed under them , because those companies were proud that he had done the pictures for them . His name could guarantee the popularity of the product . It was that simple .
Yes .
The name Schuldich Schwarz was more than popular . It was tremendous .
" Damn !" He bit back a sigh when he noticed that one of his prints was underexposed , and the lighting was all wrong for the image .
Now he had to do that one all over again ... and he had a new project to start on tomorrow .
God hated him . He hated his job . Everyone hated his guts .
Life was absolutely beautiful .
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The few people who had come to work that day had already gone home to spend time with their families - and that was hours ago ; which was why his floor was deserted save for him , and the guard guarding the entrance on the ground floor .
All he wanted was to drive back to his empty condo , take a long hot shower , drink a beer and collapse in his soft bed .
He would have gone home to do his work too , but he had decided against it , realizing that the moment he caught sight of his bed , he would collapse and sleep until noon the next day - and miss his deadline early the next morning .
He would have nothing to show to the editor of his magazine if he did just that , and though the man was a close friend - Yohji was as close as it gets - he didn't want to embarrass himself because of his irresponsibility .
He rubbed his eyes and leaned back against the office chair , waiting for the images to appear on the paper , waiting for the images to emerge under the layer of chemicals .
Perfect .
He watched as the profile of a known model etched itself like magic on the paper , and waited for a few more moments , for the perfect moment to remove the photograph to keep it from being too exposed .
"Aha !" He muttered triumphantly , snatching the paper , pinning it up on the line to dry . Finally , the last of the negatives had been developed ; and they weren't half as bad as he expected .
He swallowed his impatience as the gloss sheened over and the picture was almost through .
" Che ." He glared at the image of the model , flouncing on a blindingly white table , advertising a new brand of perfume as if it were her fault that he was stuck spending new year's eve in the dark room of his building .
He hated his job ... but it wasn't his fault that he was good at it .
He was so good that there was no one , absolutely no one , who had never seen at least one of his works .
They were everywhere , all the top brands of all the top products , and his name was always printed under them , because those companies were proud that he had done the pictures for them . His name could guarantee the popularity of the product . It was that simple .
Yes .
The name Schuldich Schwarz was more than popular . It was tremendous .
" Damn !" He bit back a sigh when he noticed that one of his prints was underexposed , and the lighting was all wrong for the image .
Now he had to do that one all over again ... and he had a new project to start on tomorrow .
God hated him . He hated his job . Everyone hated his guts .
Life was absolutely beautiful .
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