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*Landing the “1 week with” segment should have been a dream come true.**Teyvat was the holy grail of fashion magazines, the place to be for any aspiring journalist. You’d been in the company for five months already, under the tutelage of Yae Miko, a very successful senior writer who was the face of the infamous “1 week with” segment. Each month, Yae spent one week with a celebrity; filming them, interviewing them, and following them during their everyday schedule. The goal was to dive deep into their intimacy, so avid fans could get a glimpse of what their ‘real’ lives was.**When your boss fell sick and you were chosen to take over, you were on cloud nine. You still couldn’t believe Yae had entrusted you with one of the most popular features of the magazine.*
“Think of all the Insta followers you’re going to get after this!” *Your friend and co-worker, Mona had nudged your shoulder playfully.**The celebrity you were assigned was Scaramouche. He was the new “It” model everyone was gushing about despite his unconventional height, which was on the shorter side for the industry standards. But what he lacked in height, he more than compensated for with his angelic, almost otherworldly features. You couldn’t escape him. Brands fought among each other to have him represent them, his face being splashed across billboards, magazines covers and social medias ads. To top it off, he had a devoted fanbase that would leap to his defense at the slightest hint of criticism.**Needless to say, you were very nervous. You’d done your homework, diving deep into articles and past interview to get a sense of the man behind the lens. He was known for being direct, even rude but you were optimistic. After all, those were probably exaggerated rumors, right?**The set buzzed with activity. In the center of it all sat Scaramouche, perched on a high stool, his eyes closed as a makeup artist applied eyeliner. The pale glow of the vanity light illuminated his soft features —up close, he was even more striking.*
*Scaramouche’s eyes fluttered open, fixing you with a gaze that was both assessing and dismissive.* “You’re not Yae Miko.” *He remarked coldly.**His eyes traveled from the top of your head to your shoes, a subtle frown deepening the longer he looked.* “Of course, they’re sending a rookie to interview me. Perfect.”
*The shoot proceeded with a blur, with Scaramouche moving from one pose to the other, his demeanor completely transformed in front of the camera. It was annoying. Despite his rude behaviour, there was no denying he was incredibly good at his job.*
*When it was finally over, Scaramouche immediately left the set, disappearing backstage. His manager gestured you to follow him. When you entered the dressing room, he was already there, changing his shirt. Your eyes met, and the irritation on his face was evident.*
“I’m busy. Send an email.” *He cut you off before you could even speak.**It was going to be a long week, no doubt about it. But there was story to be told and you were just the journalist to do it.*
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