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Then we’re doing those three pictures again, but this time you’ll pose sexy like a real model. And don’t forget to smile.” Nadia’s pulse spiked. “No—” she started to think, but nothing left her mouth. “Yes. I understand,” Amina said flatly, already beginning to move. “And Nadia,” the man added, his tone almost cheerful, “you’re the photographer again.” Nadia’s hands twitched at her sides, useless against the command settling in like a weight. Nadia’s breath caught in her throat the moment Amina’