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༉‧₊˚✧.* y/n's workplace ༉‧₊˚✧.*
june 2nd.

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"great news, l/n." the man enthusiastically slammed his hands on her office desk.

y/n looked up from her computer, seeing her boss. "i'm all ears."

"got a call from nami concerning vogue's issue in two months. she sent someone's manager your way. i think you'll be pleased, he's pretty popular." he smirked.

"really?! she actually managed to find someone? who is he?!" y/n's eyes brightened.

the black girl asked her best friend, nami, for help with the upcoming magazine she had to write. since the red-headed woman was vogue's best fashion designer, she has worked with plenty of models from other companies, including sports brands.

"not so fast." he tutted. "his team is open to the idea, but the guy wants to meet you first. i trust you'll make a good first impression?" he raised a brow at the girl in front of him, one of the best writers of vogue.

"promise." she grinned from ear to ear.

"perfect. i'll send you his work number. the rest is up to you, captain."

"thank you."

"don't thank me. thank nami." her boss walked away.

y/n made a mental note to give nami a million kisses once she'd see her again.

during the rest of her time at work, she had a bright smile on her face. all of her problems were disappearing one by one... the only thing left being her parents and finding a boyfriend before next week, but that was going to be for another day.

once she got back home, y/n was quick to shoot a text to whoever nami sent her way. as she waited for an answer, she had time to clean, take her shower, and eat before ending up anxiously pacing around her living room, eyeing the phone set on her living room table from time to time.

she thought she'd get an answer by now. what was he going to say? was he going to accept? decline? ignore?

her phone's screen finally lit up, revealing the new text notification. wasting no time, she grabbed her device, intently reading his message.



𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌
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𝘺/𝘯 𝘭/𝘯
𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈! 𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗒/𝗇 𝗅/𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾
𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗏𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾'𝗌 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗎𝖾.
𝗂 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾
𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋? 𝗂'𝖽 𝖻𝖾
𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄.
𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱. 𝟭𝟯:𝟯𝟬 𝗽.𝗺.

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