Chapter 3
Sterling folded his arms across his chest and wondered for the umpteenth time over the last two hours if he had been too hasty in hiring Zeke. He might have made a colossal mistake. Zeke was unlike any photographers he had ever encountered or worked with. Zeke had no rhyme or reason in his manner of taking photographs. He didn’t appear to be focused on certain angles. He was simply clicking away over and over again. Sterling pinched the bridge of his nose. He was getting a migraine. Those photographs could turn out to be disastrous.
“Zeke,” Sterling called when he couldn’t bear it anymore.
Zeke turned toward him and smiled. “Hey, man. Are we having fun yet or what?”
Sterling gritted his teeth in irritation, but it quickly started disappearing. He had no idea what the f**k was
