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Sleight of Hand

Jenna arrived to the studio about five minutes early, or as she liked to put it, on time. The door slammed behind her from the wind and silenced the cacophony of the street outside leaving nothing in the quiet but the click of her heels. At the end of the first floor hallway were a set of narrow steps. She climbed them to the third floor and entered the first door on the left, a red one labeled ‘Tabault Photography’ in gold letters. “Hi Brandon,” she said as soon as she saw him. “Oh hey Jenna. You can just put your stuff in the back really quick and then I’d like you to introduce you to Tristan.” Jenna had been to Brandon’s studio hundreds of times before and knew the layout so well she could practically find her way around in the dark with little problem. She put down her bag and coffee and came back out into the large studio’s center space. Brandon had already set up most of the equipment and was putting the final touches on some lighting filters. She took a moment to appreciate the setup before noticing a tall, slender man off to the side. “Jenna,” said Brandon, “I want you to meet our magician for the next two days. Tristan, this is your lovely new assistant.” Tristan strode over, beaming a confident smile that seemed to make his face pop with color. He took her hand and gave it a firm shake. “I’m so glad you could make it. We were having such a difficult time finding a model at the last minute that I was worried we might have to postpone the whole thing,” he said, never ...

... taking his eyes off hers or putting away that star-quality grin. “Oh, it was nothing,” she said with a small, involuntary giggle, “I’m always willing to help out a friend, especially one like Brandon.” Jenna and Brandon had known one another for several years due to a large group of mutual friends. From time to time he had needed a model for a project and when things came down to the wire he was never above asking friends and family to step in. Jenna was nervous the first time she volunteered for one of his shoots but the way he made her feel comfortable and gave her encouraging direction resulted in pictures that made her look absolutely stunning. In fact, little known to her, a few of them had gone on to become a part of his core portfolio. Since then she has never minded filling in for him when he needed it. “Have you been brought up to speed on what we are doing here?” asked Tristan. “Yes, for the most part. It’s for a magic act, is that right?” she responded. “Close. I’m in charge of choreographing a magic act as part of a nationwide burlesque show. We will be having these shows run simultaneously in Los Angeles, New York, Chicago, Miami, etc., etc. All of these performances will use the same promotional images in their advertisements and playbills and who better to perform them in print then the creator.” Concern furled on her brow. “Oh, but I’m not a part of the actual show. Won’t that be a problem?” Tristan winked and gave her a devilish grin. He reached into a large ...