-You can't do this to me!
-I can.- The brown-haired girl smoothly walks around the table, stopping in front of Jisoo.- You are not such an outstanding journalist. And in general, being late on your first working day and breaking into my office without permission is the height of human arrogance! You are fired, hand over your pass to the secretary...
If Jisoo had a thermometer that measured her patience, it would burst. In general, the girl did not like this trait in herself, because of which she repeatedly got into trouble, constantly getting involved in another conflict, whether it touched her or not. What the hell? Short temper... And now, having lost her dream job, having never started working on it, Jisoo was angry primarily at herself and at this sexy boss who sat down on the table, looking at her expectantly.
-How can you judge what kind of journalist I am, if you didn't even give me the opportunity to prove myself?!- Jisoo puts her hands in the pockets of her jeans to, God forbid, use them.
-It's very simple. I don't like you.- Jennie answers indifferently, turning away from Jisoo and heading to her chair, showing with all her appearance that the conversation is over.
-I don't like you either. But I'm not asking you to go on a date with me, but to give you the opportunity to prove yourself from a professional point of view.- Jisoo grits her teeth, suppressing the urge to pull the editor-in-chief by the hair.
Jennie raises an eyebrow mockingly, effectively crossing her legs, forcing Jisoo to swallow nervously from this gesture and due to the fact that she manages to capture the boss's white lace panties with her eyes through a small cutout on her skirt.
-It sounded bold.- The girl pulls Jisoo out of her vulgar fantasies, causing her to blush with shame.- It's a pity that you're not asking for a date...
Jisoo's eyes practically popped out of her head. Did she hear that?
"Damn..."
The brown-haired girl laughs contagiously at Jisoo's expression.
-Jisoo, relax... I was just kidding. I look at you and I might think that you are already standing and thinking where you are going to take me.- After a couple of seconds, the editor-in-chief answers, defusing the situation.- You're not going to get either. And now I would ask you to leave my office.
-Why?- The brunette is discouraged by such a statement, but she is clearly not going to give up.- Why wouldn't you go on a date with me?
This sexy girl on the contrary touched a nerve...
-I will not hide that I am in the team.- The girl nods at the inscription on Jisoo's T-shirt.- But you're not my type. Based on your appearance, it seems that you came to work right away from some cheap bar... oh, what about your hair? It's just a tragedy of some kind... Don't you have hot water at home? And, in general, I have no idea how you can come to work in a fashion magazine — in such clothes? You're either a lazy ass, Jisoo, or you're a dirty one, although they're basically the same thing....
It was said in vain...
Jisoo is in front of the editor-in-chief's chair in the blink of an eye and turns it towards him, forcing the boss to shrink back in fright. A fist flies into the face of a frightened girl, and...
The alarm clock rings. Jisoo jumps out of bed, looking around in fright. Seven o'clock in the morning.
-Fuck!- The brunette exhales with relief.- What the hell...
She looked at the calendar on her phone just in case. June 17. So she had only dreamed it all. The meeting is at 9 o'clock today.
-So... Jisoo, get in the shower to wash your hair.- The girl says to herself, picking up a strict dark blue pantsuit.- You can't screw up like that today...

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The Devil can't stand Prada[JENSOO]
FanfictionJennie is sitting at her desk, looking at the July cover of a magazine, and does not pay any attention to Jisoo. So five minutes passed. -Do you think this is a museum, and I am, in your opinion, an exhibit?- The editor-in-chief irritably throws the...