CHAPTER 39

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Once I gathered myself, I quickly followed Yunah again. I found her entering her office, took a deep breath, and then went in after her.



She slammed herself into her chair and grabbed some documents, busying herself with them. I was still thinking of excuses for why I talked to her in a public place.



"I'm sorry," I started, sitting in the chair in front of her. She looked at me for a moment before turning her attention back to her work. I sighed again. It suddenly hit me that I could buy her a milk tea since it was one of her favorites. I smiled, stood up, and left without saying goodbye.



On my way, someone called me again, so I answered it right away, even though I didn't recognize the number. I kept my focus on the road because I didn't want to get into an accident.



("Is your photoshoot done?") came the voice on the other end. I glanced at the caller ID and sighed, remembering that my photoshoot had actually stopped earlier because I was busy with Yunah.



"No, something came up. My manager is mad at me," I complained, pouting a little.



("Yunah?") he laughed. ("Why?") I could already hear the teasing tone in his voice, which only annoyed me more.



"I'm driving. Just say what you want to say," I snapped, which made him laugh even harder on the other end. That just added to my frustration!



("My girl needs you,") his voice suddenly turned serious, making my annoyance fade away. I started wondering who he meant by "my girl."



"Your girl? Who?" I asked, confused.



("Tell me that you'll help my girl first,") he went back to his teasing tone, so I pulled over to the side of the road, grabbed my phone, and held it to my ear.



"Help? What kind of help? I swear I'll beat you up if you're talking about Yuki as your girl," I shot back, asking him a barrage of questions, and he just laughed again.



("I need you to model my girl's products.") He keeps mentioning his girl, which makes it seem like he's teasing me.



"What, how?" I responded, feeling a little down. "I don't think my manager will let me in this situation," I added. He laughed again.

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