"Wait, Photographer Hu, pause the shoot!"
The man who entered was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and perhaps because he was in such a hurry, his hair was messy and his clothes were full of wrinkles. His breathing was also labored.
Director Shelley appeared anxious, and as soon as he entered, he waved at the people at work to stop what they were doing.
The shooting was interrupted, and Photographer Hu's face turned livid as he glared at Director Shelley.
A torrent of curses followed.
"What the hell happened? How could you interrupt my shoot like this? Do you have any idea how hard it is to recapture inspiration when it's suddenly lost?"
"You'd better pray there's a good reason for this, or you might not make it out of here today unscathed."
The roar echoed throughout the studio.
Director Shelley took the abuse without showing any embarrassment on his face.
Instead of arguing, he tried to appease the angry photographer with an apologetic smile and bowed.
