Blackmailing Stepmom novel by Mya Sonne

Summer mornings, the sun always works extra hard.

Unfortunately, people are still in a dream meeting with Mr. Zhou, sunlight sprinkles on the streets, occupying every inch of land, as if looking forward to someone discovering its diligence.

"Click"

The "click" of a shutter breaks the morning peace.

Ethan Hunt, standing on the bridge, turned to the right and looked at the slightly blurred female face due to the sunlight, frowned, and waved at her.

Emma Johnson trotted over, "Excuse me, sir. The angle you were standing at was just too beautiful, so I couldnt resist taking a few shots." Emma showed Ethan the photos she had just taken.

"Delete them," the mans voice was very cold.

"Sir, I can pay you," Emma thought that these photos were very perfect in terms of texture, light, and angle. It seemed that this person was born for this scene.

"Delete them," Ethan Hunt said again.

"Sir, look at the photos I took. Theyre really good. Really, look," Emma showed Ethan a photo of him exhaling smoke.

It was a side face, and the outline of the side face was enough to make people feel his handsomeness and the aura he exuded. A wisp of smoke came out, as if it could hook the soul of people in the world.

"I dont understand what I said?" Ethan Hunt was already a bit impatient.

Just finished running and received a call from his assistant John Wick, saying that he was flying to Singapore this morning to attend the Global Cinema Expo. He has been very busy recently, and this time is undoubtedly adding trouble to him.

He was annoyed and lit a cigarette, only to see a little girl taking a picture of him. He has seen such scenes many times before, and as long as he gives a cold face, the other party will delete the photos.

"I understand. I just think its a pity to delete it," Emma muttered.

It seems that this person is not easy to talk to, Emma sighed in her heart, and the beautiful appearance is either vulgar or unattainable.

Forget it, forget it, or delete it. Its a pity for the photo.

Ethan Hunt saw Emma delete all the photos and left at ease.

Emma looked at Ethan Hunts back and clenched her fist, "Stingy man."

Well, its better to go and have a breakfast to fill your stomach first.

Emma swayed and saw a small street.

The alley was facing the light, and at this moment, only a little light was shining in. A part of the alley was stepping into the light, and a part was in the dark. It was like a breakfast shop at the junction of yin and yang. There was only one guest sitting in the shop.

The aesthetic of the picture made Emma couldnt help but pick up the camera and freeze it.

Emma zoomed in on the photos in the camera, and what a coincidence! She took it again.

Before anyone noticed, she quickly slipped away.

She went to a nearby noodle shop and ordered a bowl of beef noodles. While eating the noodles, she looked at the photos she had just secretly taken.

The man was sitting at a small folding round wooden table, his back a bit bent, eating breakfast.

In the upper right corner was an aunt who was scooping soy milk with a hunched back. According to the mans cold temperament, it was very inconsistent, but in this photo, it was surprisingly harmonious.

Emma was very satisfied and put it away.

The phone rang.

"Whats up? Youre up so early," Emma was very familiar with her good friend Rachel Green, and she would definitely not get up early unless there was something important.

"Its my cousin whos out of his mind. He just called me and asked me to find an intern for him at school. Its best to be able to take office immediately," Rachel Greens tone was not very good. Most of it was because her morning anger had not dissipated.

"Arent you looking for a summer job? Do you want to have a look? Ill give you the address."

"Okay," Emma responded, and Rachel Green hung up the phone.

Half a minute later, she received two text messages and a picture.

When she opened the picture, it turned out to be Skyline Studios, and it was the boss recruiting an assistant. My God! Its absolutely a stroke of luck.

Which student majoring in photography at NYU doesnt know about Skyline Studios? Its a legend in New York City, gathering all kinds of photography talents. Every year, there are countless people who want to enter Skyline.

The boss of Skyline is even more amazing. It is said that he is as handsome as Pan An and won international awards like the World Press Photo Award and the National Geographic Photography Award at a young age. He is also the only Chinese member of the Sony World Photography Award jury, which is a combination of appearance and talent.

Emma touched her pounding heart, "What should I do? I feel like Im going to have a heart attack." Emma patted her face, "Emma, calm down, calm down. Take a deep breath, take a deep breath."

After calming down for a moment, the mood surged again.

At this moment, her head was buzzing, and her legs were weak.

"Miss, are you okay?" The proprietess at the cash register looked at Emmas appearance and felt that something was wrong. She didnt want a guest to have a problem here for breakfast in the morning.

"Im fine, Im fine. Im just a bit too excited," Emma said embarrassedly.

She went outside and patted her face, "Emma, calm down." Then she talked to herself, "Think about what you want to do first. Right, photos. The ones at home dont seem to be very good." Thinking of this, the depression instantly defeated the excitement just now.

She thought of the photos she had just taken, and the ones she had taken a few days ago. "Just use this one."

Emma opened Google Maps, and Skyline Studios was quite close from here. Its still early, and she can walk there.

When she arrived at the destination, it was only eight-thirty.

Skyline is a three-story photography studio with a very simple decoration. The original color is pure white with a little black, and the only black is the name of this studio. The windowsill on the right side of the second floor is covered with ivy until the top of the building. In addition, you can only see three photos in the display window, one large and two small.

The middle one is a woman in a ballet skirt, her face hidden in the dark night, and the whole picture only has that white skirt, but it attracts Emma to want to understand the story in it. The one on the right is a beam of morning light, and the one on the left is moonlight, echoing each other.

This is indeed a masters work.

Time flies when youre in a daze, and people in the studio come in one after another. Emma got up and went to the studio.

"Hello, can I help you?" Liu Dan has never received such an early guest.

"Hello, my name is Emma Johnson. I was recommended by Rachel Green for an interview," Emma said nervously, clenching her thumb.

"Please wait a moment," Liu Dan thought it was strange that the studio rarely recruited people.

But when she heard that it was recommended by Rachel Green, she had to ask: "You can sit here for a while."

After sitting for a while, Liu Dan came down from upstairs.

"Miss Johnson, do you have any works with you?" Liu Dan asked.

Emma handed her the camera: "I was interviewed on the spot, and the photos in the camera havent been washed out yet."

"Okay, please wait a moment," Liu Dan took the camera.

Ten minutes later,

"Miss Johnson, you can go up," Liu Dan said.

"Okay,"

Emma walked upstairs to the office and saw a man standing by the window, holding her camera: "Pentax 645Z, CMOS, medium format, no low-pass filter design, maximum pixel 52.9 million, effective pixel 51.4 million, focus points 27." The man turned around, "The camera is good."

Emma was shocked when she saw the mans face: "How are you here?"

"Miss Johnson, can I sue you for violating my right of portrait?" The mans cold voice sounded.