MAIN CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE ADULTS.
Jungkook will never forgive Lisa for what she did to him many years ago, no matter how stuck they are together. Nor his honor or loyalty will hold him back from doing what he has to do. But Lisa is a player...
HOLA HOLAAAA how's everyone doinnggg?? the way we're surrounded by so many good news? jisoo solo is coming, hobi is releasing a single, jimin's solo is around the corner and he's now working for tiffany's & co., namjoon for bottega looking so daddy, yoongi's going on tour, jungkook is back to work, lisa is rumoured to work wITH FENTY BEAUTY??!?1!? AND SHE HAS A MF TATTOOOOOOO!!! AND IT IS A FLOWER! I FEEL THE QUEEN OF MANIFESTATIONS AND ALSO LISKOOK IS LISKOOKING I DONT CAREEEE WHAT THE FFFUUUUCKK im literally over the moon
anyways, now about the chap. there's not time for peace in this house hold your horses!! (wtv that means)
btw im a bit insecure since my beta reader is busy but no pressure on her. she's my bestie and im so proud of her because she just moved to australia to study, she's doing her master, and it is so big. i love her.
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Monday, Monday, Monday. What a day, isn't it?
Lisa hated them. It was too soon to work after the weekend, too soon to wake up early and definitely too soon to deal with a growing business. But that's what some psycho in the 20s decided, that the week had to start on Mondays, and now it was too late to change it.
As she finished the fifth endless, nerve-racking call of the morning, she wished she was able to change it and start working on Wednesdays.
At least on Wednesdays, she would have enough energy to deal with so many problems.
She messaged Bambam to come to her office and took a minute to prepare herself a cup of chamomile tea. The herbal scent tried its best to calm the intense headache the customs system of the Incheon Airport caused. Why did airports always have to be so difficult? They lose your luggage and it's your fault. They forget to notify you of a delay and it's your fault. They don't tell you that a flight leaves from a different door and it's your fault. They mess up the importation papers and it's your fault. It's always your fault!
This wasn't supposed to be this hard. Everything was going so well the first week but suddenly she received a report from stock caught in the airport, the builders had problems with the new flooring since someone hit a pipe when changing a few marble squares and it flooded a storage room with water, one of the letters that were supposed to hang from the wall of the second floor broke in the transfer truck and her biggest buyer was stuck in China because of schedule issues. Problem after problem at just Monday midday was making Lisa fear the rest of the week and the total failure of the opening of the store. Worst of all was that she could delay the event because the invitations had been sent and the date was posted on the main page.
How could everyone go so well in one second and then go to hell in the next?
"What's up, Lis?" The Thai lean man entered her office with a big smile and that hyperactivity of his.
This time she couldn't respond with the same energy.
She sighed and gave him the paper she just printed, the notification sent by the airport. "The Moschino jackets are stuck in the airport and I don't know if they will let them go. Apparently we didn't register them in the shipment papers," she rolled her eyes and slumped on her beige office chair. Bambam had prepared those papers himself, Lisa checked them, and the goddamn jackets were registered.
