After what seems like hours, he finally selects the images that will tell the story of the fashion show. He gathers the chosen shots into a folder, feeling a sense of pride wash over him as he reviews the work he's done.
These photographs aren't just pictures; they represent the essence of the event—the people, the atmosphere, the creativity that went into it all. Derek knows that his effort will speak through the images, and he's eager to share them with Mrs. Claudia for her final approval.
He stands up, stretching his back as he walks over to the printer. "Just a quick printout, then I can hand it over to Mrs. Claudia," he mutters to himself.
As he waits for the printer to finish, he exchanges a few words with his coworkers who are gathered nearby. "You all ready for lunch?" Julia asks, looking up from her desk.
"Yeah, just finishing up some last-minute stuff," Derek replies with a nod. "Then it's definitely lunch time."
