Kylie and Brand Adjuster Outside

The Brand Adjuster had his hand up blocking the sunlight and was chatting with Kylie Allison, CEO of Allison Dairy Enterprises, though any sane person likely wouldn't know she was in charge of a billion dollar company based on her attire. The two were discussing the shoot.

"You are an absolute genius. This was a marvelous idea. We will see record profits, and I am not afraid to admit that I would have never thought of this!" She smiled. "It has been a while since I've had an excuse to show myself off at the beach as well. You don't think this makes me look fat does it?" Kylie's swimsuit wasn't dissimilar to Monica's except in color. Instead of the standard cow print, her outfit was bright pink.

"No, no. You're looking amazing, Ms. Allison." The Brand Adjuster assured her.

"You flatter me, Adjuster." She looked around the beach, and looked at Monica. She smirked.

"Oh, here's our little secretary, she looks so sexy in that suit." Kylie grinned.

"I knew she'd look great." The Brand Adjuster smiled.

Anna stifled a laugh before Monica shot her a dirty look. The brand adjuster's eyes moved up and down the red-headed secretary's figure. Kylie and Anna began talking each other about something unimportant and Monica and the adjuster just stared each other down.

"I'm gonna need to see you after this." He said and made an inappropriate gesture.

"In your dreams." Monica retorted back.

"Maybe. In fact, I think I just had a dream like that, once." He laughed quietly.

"Go fuck yourself." Monica rolled her eyes.

"No, that's what you're for." He smiled and stuck his tongue out.

Monica was about to say something else before Kylie interrupted, having finished her conversation with Anna. "Oh, Monica, Adjuster, sorry for the delay. I hope you two are having a nice conversation, or is it a disagreement?" She raised an eyebrow.

"We're fine." Monica replied, annoyed.

"Absolutely." The Adjuster replied, with a smug grin.

"Good, good. Now, let's get started shall we? I'm so excited!" Kylie was a bit too peppy for Monica's taste. "Monica, I'm going to need to give you some instructions. I have been told you have a bit of RBF, we can't have that when we take the photos. Can we?"

"RBF? What the fuck is that?" Monica wasn't sure what she meant.

"Resting Bitch Face." The Adjuster answered for Kylie.

Monica just narrowed her eyes at him.

"It's where your face has a natural bitchy appearance." He explained.

"Oh, come on, now. You know that's not true, Adjuster. She just has a little bit of a mean glare." Kylie defended her.

"Sure, whatever you say." The Adjuster wasn't convinced.

"I do not have bitch face!" Monica shouted.

"Oh, I can think of a few occasions you have, Monica." Anna piped in.

"Shut up." Monica glared at Anna, who laughed in response.

"Anyways, we can't have you look angry, Mon. It's bad for business. We need to sell the happy cow image." Kylie put her hands on her hips.

"Fine. Whatever." Monica sighed.

"Now, Monica, can you smile? Like this?" Kylie flashed a big smile.

"Yeah, I can do that." Monica **** a smile.

"Perfect, just keep that up for the whole shoot." Kylie gave Monica a pat on the back. "Okay, I need to talk to the photographer, and you need to mingle with the rest of the group. Get into your positions, everyone."