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-𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧- ❝【𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓲𝓮𝔀】❞
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ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ ❛Mr. Kozume is ready to begin the interviews. ❜ *+:｡.｡ ｡.｡:+*
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T—he streets of Tokyo bustled with the morning rush, but inside [Y/n]'s apartment, things were much quieter as she stood in front of the mirror, feeling thoroughly uncomfortable in her outfit.
Ms. Zhang, her babysitter for the day, had insisted on picking out her clothes for the important interview she had scheduled. [Y/n] stared at her reflection, tugging at the hem of the too-tight pencil skirt and adjusting the blouse that seemed one deep breath away from popping a button.
"Are you sure this is work-appropriate?" [Y/n] asked for what felt like the hundredth time as she stepped out of her room.
Ms. Zhang gave her an enthusiastic nod, hands resting on her hips. "Absolutely. You look perfect. Very professional."
"I feel like I'm suffocating," [Y/n] grumbled, adjusting the fabric again. "I disagree."
Ms. Zhang raised a brow, unimpressed. "Would you rather dress like somebody's mom?"
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