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After eating the morning meal, GiGi quickly takes me away from the kitchen and from Alice too. I was more than grateful to be dragged away from the conversation.

"You know, I wonder how you got mixed up in this mess. How come you're living here? Most of the time Taehyung just brings in homeless women, people who have been abused, or women who are just looking for a safe place." Although GiGi's words are said with such high spirits, I can't believe them or her just yet.

"He slapped me the other night in his room, so please don't try to make him out to be a hero. A hero wouldn't lay a finger on a woman nor threaten her very existence." She stops walking after I say that, and for a moment, I question if that was the right move or not.

He did warn me that his girls are like sisters, so if I say anything negative about him, they would go run and tell him.

However, I wasn't quite prepared for her next words.

"He has issues, Ada. Everyone here does, but I promise, he doesn't mean it." Her words sound so sincere, but I don't trust them for a second. It sounds like she has Stockholm syndrome.

"Well, I don't think I'll be changing my mind any time soon," I admit when she starts walking again.

She doesn't respond but walks a little faster down the first-floor hallway. "It doesn't really matter. You're here now and soon to become one of us, so let me show you around."

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She guides me around the whole mansion in less than an hour. She was speed-walking and talking way too fast the whole time. I wondered for the longest time if she was upset that I didn't think he was a hero like she does.

"What's your job?" I ask the question once walking downstairs.

That question seems to take her mind off of what happened earlier, and she becomes a lot sweeter with her words.

"I'm actually a model." For a second, that reply throws me off. It's not that she couldn't be a model because she is gorgeous, but I just can't believe he would let someone work a job like that.

"Seriously? I thought his girls have to work on the streets, dance in stripper clubs, and work for him in those specific ways." This time, she shakes her head with a soft laugh.

"No way, he's not the type to force anyone into doing what they don't want to. The girls who dance are the ones that want to be there, the women who work the streets want to be there, and the rest of us make money for him in other ways. Hell, I'm a model for his porn magazine." Then it makes sense. Of course, he couldn't just have her be a normal model.

"Oh, I get it," I nod my head with a smile, and I'm thankful she doesn't become upset. My choice of words didn't hit her correctly, and again, I'm grateful for the second time today.

"Well, what exactly do you gain from working for him? Doesn't he take all the money you earn?" When I ask this, she nods her head as if expecting this question.

"I can get almost everything I could ever want. If I really want a new pair of shoes, a sparkling, pink straightener, a fancy car, then I get it, but I have to work hard for those things."