Daisy’s POV
I see you.
I had said it and meant it and then I had picked up my camera and started packing my kit bag because that was the safest thing to do with the particular feeling that was moving through my chest. Methodical. Purposeful. Lens caps on, cables coiled, cards into their case. The ritual of packing down after a shoot was one I had done hundreds of times and it gave my hands something to do while my mind caught up to the last five minutes.
He had recommended me for this booking three days ago.
Before midnight. Before the corridor. Before that is still not enough. He had called someone in that firm’s communications team and put my name forward and sent them my portfolio and said nothing to me about it.
Not as leverage. Not as a grand gesture designed to be witnessed. Th
