Heir Untamed - By Danielle Bourdon Page 0,5
family.”
Chey shook his hand and released. “Allar mentioned that. My pleasure, Mister Urmas.”
“Likewise. I realize you have just arrived, but the first photos are scheduled for just after lunch in this room. That leaves you roughly three to four hours to set up your equipment and plan your poses. I'll have your regular luggage taken to your room and have the rest brought here, if that suits you?” He arched a brow, one hand smoothing down the front of his tie.
“I...yes. Of course.” This was what she'd come here to do, after all. Work. If she could just ignore her surroundings, it would make things a lot easier. “How many family members will I be photographing this afternoon?”
“The King, the Queen, two of their four sons and their significant others, along with their daughter. Seven altogether. A few things,” Urmas said, meeting her eyes as if to indicate the importance of what he was about to say. “There is standard protocol when dealing with the Royal family. Do not speak unless spoken to, try not to gawk and fawn, hm? They expect professionalism. Certainly do not ask if you can take your photograph with them, and should you need to pose a hand or a body, it will be done with suggestion and not touch, understood?”
Chey listened to the instruction with a hundred questions crowding the end of her tongue. She wasn't sure if she was surprised at the sudden way Urmas put her in her place or not. The easiest thing to do, was agree. So she did.
“Of course.”
“Excellent. I'll show you to your quarters once the first session is over. There are certain floors and rooms you are not allowed into, despite that you're here to capture the essence of the Royal family. I'll let you know which those are. Otherwise, the guards are aware you're here to photograph the castle, the gardens and the grounds. You may come and go as you wish in between sessions with the family. I should like to see daily updates and photos,” he said, taking a sleek, black phone from his pocket. “Also. This is yours to use while here. It is a secure phone that I'll be contacting you on. My number, as well as Allar's and Hendrik's, are already in there. If you find yourself in trouble, or with questions, use this.”
“I understand. Thank you.” She accepted the phone, noting it was a make and model she'd never heard of.
“I'll leave you to your planning, Miss Sinclair. If you have need of anything, Allar will be close by.” Urmas smiled, pivoted on a polished shoe, and departed the room.
Chey set the phone on a small round table just as several men carrying her equipment came in.
Time to get busy.
. . .
Once she delved into work, Chey became distracted with the details. It took her a half hour to set up her camera and tripod to best use the available light spilling in the windows. She knew this room had been chosen for the diffused glow casting it into shades of gold and meant to use it to her advantage.
Men and women came and went the entire time. Allar hovered near a wall, at the doorway itself, and back near a corner as she worked. Maids flitted in and out, taking care of last minute cleaning errands. They did not wear traditional little skirt uniforms, but athletic type pants in dove gray and white shirts with three quarter sleeves. Their pristine white tennis shoes squeaked on the floor where ever the Persian carpets gave way to marble or stone.
Once she was ready to go, Chey nudged the sofas and chairs into exactly the formation she wanted. She might change the arrangement at the last second depending on the people involved, but for now, this suited.
A half hour before the appointed time, Urmas made another appearance, thoroughly inspecting her equipment, the angle of the lighting and the furniture. He seemed pleased. Informing her time was short, he swept back out, shoes clicking smartly with his brisk stride.
Ten minutes before the arrival of the Royals, Chey checked her appearance in one of the overlarge, framed mirrors. She didn't want to present as scattered and harried. Chey preferred to look professional, in control and confident. The pink suit, a subdued color instead of a brash one, complimented her olive complexion. She also thought it went well with her dark hair. Worn half up and half down, the mass fell past her shoulders in