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!DISCLAIMER! SWITCH BETWEEN 2ND AND 3RD POINTS OF VIEW!
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(2ND POV)
THE NIGHT ENDED QUICKER THAN EXPECTED, and you had to drag yourself out of the house at 6 in the morning to arrive at your photo shoot at a decent time.
Today you had your big collab with the Mikage corporation, and any form of unprofessional behaviour would not be endured. So putting on your nicest business suit and touching up your hair and makeup, you sped down the road hoping to beat time.
But what you were not expecting was to come face to face with the same intolerable group of men you had fought with yesterday. The same sly smile they put on last night was the same wore as steam practically fumed out your ears.
(3RD POV) "What the hell are you all doing here?" [Y/N] whispered-shouted, marching up to 'Mr. Aiku' as it said on his name tag.
"I could as you the same thing? Stalker much?" He smirked, stepping towards the girl, leaving little breathing space for her. "I work here," [Y/N] said through pierced lips, "If anything, you all are stalkers. Now leave, I have a big meeting today, and I can't have a group of 'wannabe gangsters' messing it up for me." Before the young lady could exit the lobby dramatically (dramatic women 🔛🔝), her phone rang, 'Mr. Mikage'
Quickly the young woman rushed to answer with a polite 'hello,' when her voice echoed behind her. Slowly turning around, a purple-haired man with a rather slim build shook his phone and hung up with the most devious smile. Yet, before any arguments could brew, [Y/N] manager, Hatsume, rushed through the door with a coffee and bagged outfit, slowing down to goggling at the scene before her. Still, once she caught sight of a familiar man, Hatsume rushed towards him, bowing abruptly. "Mr. Mikage, it's good to see you and your team. I hope Ms [L/N] here has treated you all well!"
They all then turned to [Y/N], who looked pale as a ghost. Yanking the hand on her the woman's sleeve, [Y/N] pulled her manager into the nearest room. "Who the hell are they?" The [H/C] woman sneered with fierce eyes.
