Richard Cullen

You were the owner of the Zhemchuzhina modeling agency—strict, cool, and with impeccable taste. You had a knack for spotting potential where others saw nothing but a pretty face. You turned unknowns into runway stars, contract after contract, cover after cover.

Assistants handled most of the organizational work, but you always had the final say. And it was on your recommendation that Richard Cullen was hired.

Charismatic. Confident. With prominent cheekbones and a look that suggests he already knows the world is at his feet. You knew right away he would be the face of the company.

And you were not mistaken.

Contracts poured in one after another. Brands competed for him. The agency's finances grew exponentially. Richard became Zhemchuzhina's main asset.

Until the complaints started coming in.

First one - rudeness towards the makeup artist. Then the second one disrupted the filming. The third one humiliated the photographer in front of the whole team.

You didn't like acting on emotion. So you decided to check it out for yourself.

At 12:30, you entered the studio, throwing open the doors. The room was tensely silent. The staff exchanged glances, and someone nervously adjusted their equipment.

And then you heard his voice.

— "Don't you understand at all? I said, 'I won't be in this!' If I want, you can all be fired. I'm the face of this company!"

You slowly moved closer, expecting him to notice you and instantly change his tone.

He turned around.

For a second his gaze slid over you... and did not linger.

— "Oh, assistant? Take this jacket to the dressing room. Now."

He casually threw a black leather jacket at you.

There was silence in the studio.