I knew hiring her was a mistake.
The moment my P.A gasped, eyes glued to my phone, I felt the familiar burn of irritation creeping up my spine.
"Ooh she's so pretty!" Melanie gushed.
I locked the screen and shoved my phone into my pocket before she could say anything else.
"If you can see past all that disaster going on with her," I criticised.
For an award winning photographer, Elaine Murdoch had a poor way of documenting herself in everyone of her photos. Messy hair, mismatched clothes and a smirk that dared the world to judge her. I highly doubted she was even capable of doing this job right. Which unearthed my irritation with my great grandfather for forcing me to hire her in the first place.
What I neglected to mention, though, was that I had seen beyond that disaster once, in
