Bad (Modern) Era

"Y/N, Mr. Jackson wants you to volunteer in the magazine company." Said the female client as I looked at her in shock that Michael wanted me to participate in the magazine photoshoot. 

"H-he does?" I asked, looking at her, quite speechless. 

She nods with a smile on her face. 

"Okay. I'll do it." I replied. 

She handed me Michael's business cards to contact him through his email, MJackson58gmail.com. I went back home, and I felt nervous and insecure about taking this role. 

My mom made supper, and Greg sat at the table drinking beer while looking through his phone. I entered and sat at the table in silence as my mother turned to greet me, "How was your day, dear?" She started as I looked up at her with a faint smile.

"It was great, mom. I have some news to share with you." I side-eyed Greg and looked back at my mom as her head turned to face directly at me. "I-I got into a photo shoot at Mr. Jackson's Co." 

She looked thrilled to hear the news, aside from Greg glimpsing up at me in disbelief. 

"Really? That's wonderful news that you got in!" My mother beamed. She hugged me and asked, "When do you start?" I was about to reply, only to hear Greg coughing. 

"Well, shit, I didn't think you would make it in," Greg commented. He chuckled at me as I frowned. 

"What're you saying, Greg? She was able to get in with Michael's approval." Said, my mother. 

Greg shook his head as he stood up from his chair and walked away from the table.

My mom asked when the photo shoot was, and it was tomorrow. I was nervous about getting involved in this, but I was excited. 

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The following day, I went to the MJJ Co. and was ready to do the photoshoot. I greeted Mr. Jackson, who was walking down the hallway as he noticed me. 

"Good morning, Y/N." He greeted. 

"H-Hello, and good morning to you too, Mr. Jackson," I replied. 

He gave me a heartwarming smile as he said, "Y/N, you can call me Michael. I don't mind at all." He said as I sheepishly nodded. His eyes saw my body up to the toe, grinning a little complicated. "You look lovely today, a lot from yesterday." 

I was trying my best not to look away from his eyes, making me anxious inside my stomach. 

"Are you excited about the photoshoot?" He asked. 

"Very much, sir," I replied, nodding. 

He chuckled. 

"This is going to be good. I need someone to represent a different size; other women would be very interested. I'm glad that you took this opportunity." He said, turning towards you with a smile on his face. 

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You had to head to the changing rooms where the photoshoot was located, and inside were many other girls. Other girls were thin/average size compared to you. You felt out of place to stick with them and just tried to focus on the photo shoot. One girl beside you was snickering and whispered something to another girl. 

She whispered, "They brought in the wrong girl for the photoshoot. The size of melon is ready to get squashed." She teased as the other girl held back a snicker. 

You felt your cheeks rising as they continued their cackles. The other girl made slight comments about your body shape and cow size, which made you feel out of place. You didn't even notice that Michael was there, and he noticed something was quite off and saw you trembling. 

He did overhear one of the girls and spoke up, "You two. What's so funny over there?" He asked. 

The girl shut up instantly as he went over, frowning, "Is it funny to see one of my other colleagues tease about their body weight? I see nothing funny about that." He protested. 

"We weren't--"

"Don't lie to me because I will kick you out of here for your intolerance. A person is born different, and their size doesn't matter if you see anything funny about it. I suggest you fix your attitude and not worry about anyone else's business. Are we clear?" He gave them a hard stare earning a firm nod from the girls as he faced you, reassuring them that the situation had been handled. 

~

For the next few days, you have been going to the photo shoot to take modeling as an entire career. Mr. Jackson was glad you were enjoying your job, and he seemed to grow fond that you were doing this to show more confidence about your body shape, which the studio gained quite a lot. Even other girls that were plus size and chubby were appreciated for takingstep forward into modeling no matter their size. 

"Dumb mail I receive, which doesn't surprise me. You seemed to be earning a lot from working in that company." Said Greg as he opened a beer can gulp it. 

"I have been doing a great job in the company, and other girls seemed fine."You replied in a low tone. 

Your mother smiled, "I'm very proud of you." She said. 

*Knock* Knock*

Greg got up to answer the door, and Michael stood outside. 

"Uh, I am here to see Y/N. Is she here?" He asked. 

Greg looked at the businessman and turned back at you with a speechless look. You went to the doorway and stood beside the tall male as Michael's eyes looked at yours. He smiled to see you were there and could feel butterflies in his guts. 

"Are you free to hang out with me today?" He asked. 

You looked at him, surprised that he wanted to go out with you. 

"A-As in a date?" You asked shyly. 

He nods. Your mother in the back was squealing silently and gave you a thumbs up. 

"Sure." You left the house to head to his car while Greg didn't realize he had dropped his beer can.