Selecting A Model

"What! Why would you pick Mason to pose with her?" The words left Jacob's mouth without thinking. "Let me be the male model," he said, turning to the supervisor, who gave him a skeptical look before turning to Cleopatra.

"Is he in the group?" she asked.

"No," Cleopatra replied, with a furrowed brow in surprise at Jacob's sudden outburst. Jacob, foaming with anger, stared at Mason, who was staring at his phone.

"Excuse me, but you have to leave," the supervisor pointed at Jacob, who stared at her surprise.

"You want me to leave?"

The supervisor didn't answer his question and just stared at him sternly. Jacob hesitantly stood to his feet, moving towards the exit.

"You better not be comfortable," Jacob muttered when he got close to Mason, who didn't reply but smiled and pointed to the door. Jacob's rage was evident as he exited the room, his eyes glaring at Mason.

The supervisor turns to the rest of the group and ushers them into the drawing-room, which is filled with drawing kits. Th
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