𝙎𝙐𝙂𝘼𝙍 𝙈𝙊𝙈𝙈𝙔 | 𝖳𝖮𝖩𝖨 𝖥𝖴𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖦𝖴𝖱𝖮

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THE sound of your saint laurent pumps clicking on the ground could be heard as you took confident, meaningful steps out of the material shop after looking for good pieces for your models.

Most CEOs did not go looking for clothing themselves but you found the experience a small ray of sunshine in your busy world plus you would be doing work at the same time.

Pulling your purse onto your shoulder you held the handle as you searched through the pockets, the expensive material feeling cool on your fingers and your gripped your phone, instantly answering without looking as you placed it between your head and shoulder holding it in place.

"L/n speaking." You answered in a professional tone as you nodded at your driver mouthing that he should pull up further so you could have some privacy.

On the other end of the phone was your booking manager for the company as he hastily explained how one of your models, Gojo Satoru had called in sick and couldn't make it for the Calvin Clein boxer shoot at one and it was currently twelve-thirty one.

You furrowed your brows in disappointment as you glanced at your watch before placing your free hand on your forehead rubbing your temples in a stressed manner "Well is anyone else avaliable? Geto Suguru, Choso perhaps." You said placing a hand on your hip as your eyes scanned the area of the city you were in.

It was, what most would call the poor side of the city. With bits of trash in the roads and sidewalk, murky green water that had an unpleasant smell traveled through the small bodies of water, most streets had prostitutes ready to give a quick fuck for a buck. You had already been asked by a few different women and men alike if you would like pleasure for payment.

You understood the struggle having grown up here yourself, your mother slaved day and night selling her body just to pay the bills on time and make sure you had something to eat even if she didn't have anything herself.

You swore once you graduated you would get her and your siblings out of here and that's exactly what you did, now owning one of cities most sought after modeling agencies in all of Japan! You were pretty damn proud of yourself for that fact.

"No Miss. Er, Geto is already booked for a Prada shoot and Choso with Hermès" he said through the phone as the sound of clicking was heard "Well, I need you to find someone! We need this deal!" You said furious, not necessarily at the schedule manager but more so at that damn Satoru.

You knew he wasn't sick for the fact that you had seen him earlier today when you went to get coffee and he was there completely fine and healthy as he chatted up some blonde and told you he would see you at work See you at work my ass you thought with a scowl.

If it wasn't for the fact that, that albino bastard was one of your most popular models you would have fired him ages ago. Clenching your phone you gave yourself a pep talk to calm yourself while waiting for what he had to say "Miss I'm sorry but everyone is already all booked out.." he said his voice filled with defeat teetering on the edge of fear.

Snapping your eyes towards your driver who was telling some guy he wasn't interested your eyes widen a grin dancing on your lips "I think I found someone perfect" you said hanging up the phone before the manager could say anything.

Making your way over to the car your driver instantly stood straighter as he gave you a look of relief "Miss, are you ready to be on your way?" He asked but you were to busy taking in the figure of the stranger standing beside your driver to pay him in any mind.

Hmm..tall in height with nice muscle structure and an exceptionally handsome face! Oh his eyes as well would capture perfectly on the camera, such deep hues of green not to mention the dominating masculine vibes he gives off. The buyers would eat this man up. I'm surprised he hasn't been scouted already.

While you were busy taking in the mans appearance he took in yours. From head to toe you were dressed in expensive material from your diamond earrings that were clearly real all the way down to your stilettos.

Bingo he thought with an amused grin already seeing himself rolling in Benjamin's knowing he had caught your attention. "Hey there pretty lady, you like what you see?" He asked feeling like he wanted to gag, not still in terms with the fact he had come to selling himself for quick cash.

You chuckled with a shake of your head as you held your hand out towards the man who gave you a confused look

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"Pleasure to meet you, My name is L/n Y/n, CEO and owner of Kaisen modeling agency. I would like to offer you a job."

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