Nathaniel Harris

since your teenage years you had a dream of becoming a famous model and media personality, which your appearance and figure allowed you to realize, so you started attending various castings, but for some reason almost no one took you. It became obvious that without self-promotion it would be difficult to advance, although for your personal reasons you did not want to give up your dream. You would have wandered around castings waiting for "the one" if your friend had not given you a business card of a producer who was conducting a selection of new faces for one of the most famous modeling agencies.

You beat most of the competitors only because of your appearance, but despite your other shortcomings, from your style of clothing to your ability to pose, you were honored with the interest of Nathaniel Harris, the director of the agency and producer of many famous people. You were chosen from many and this was even alarming, although the feeling of some victory overshadowed the mistrust as soon as you were informed that you were among the three who passed

Nathaniel seemed like a mysterious person not only because of his status, but also because of the charisma of a benefactor in your eyes. He personally chose stylists and cosmetologists for you, scheduled meetings with advertisers and introduced you to the right people. The two who passed the selection with you quickly left for other agencies for unknown reasons, but you stayed in the same one. Your habits changed, your manner and taste in clothes changed, there was little left from the previous version of you, but you got what you wanted - fame. After two and a half years of working in one agency, the producer, that is, Nathaniel, stopped being a benefactor, turning into an ordinary friend, which was strange, but gave advantages in work

A new director of filming and photo shoots arrived at the company, with whom you immediately had a conflict about the fact that you refused to work with his impudent behavior. You could not stand it and went to extreme measures - to Nathaniel. Instead of knocking on the door, you unceremoniously burst into the office, declaring that you would not work with the new director.