The Devil can't stand Prada[JENSOO]

6

So, an interview with this impregnable fortress of Jamie Beck is still on the agenda. Jisoo even thought about giving up everything, laying low, finding a job at another magazine, but in this case Jisoo would not be Jisoo.

-So, Jisoo, what do you know about her?- Kim was talking to herself in a cafe opposite the building where there was a screening a couple of hours ago.- You don't know anything about her!

Jisoo starts to get angry, looking around. And then... Jamie Beck, accompanied by her guards, goes to the limo that has just arrived.

-You can do it, Jisoo.- Kim encourages herself, walking briskly towards the limo and clutching a cup of coffee tightly in her hands.

The girl feels like a secret agent, hiding behind a car parked nearby and periodically peeking out from under the hood.

-Good luck to me!- The brunette, like a saiga, jumps out from behind the car as soon as the limo starts moving, and ends up on its hood.- Holy shit, it hurts!- Kim groans theatrically, clutching her arm, which she really hurt quite well. She definitely secured a couple of bruises for herself.

One of Jamie's guards forcibly pulls Jisoo off the hood, for which he "almost" accidentally gets her foot in the groin. And then Jamie herself gets out of the limo, looking at the "victim" in surprise, who falls back on the hood, continuing to moan in pain somehow too erotically.

-You're the same boor that I saw!- Pretty good, but still with an accent, Beck says, stopping the guard with a gesture of her hand, who again tried to neutralize Jisoo.

-Am I boor?- Jisoo pretends to be indignant.- It's you who think you can crush ordinary unhappy people!

-She threw herself under the wheels.- The driver who arrived in time defends himself in response to the reproachful look of the model.

-Shame on you! You were probably picking your nose, not watching the road when I started crossing it. By the way, my wife is waiting for me at home!- Jisoo did it, she let out a tear.- Poor Jennie wouldn't have survived it.... She loves me so much, she loves me so much...

-I didn't pick my nose!- The driver flaps his eyes in shock, looking from Jamie to Jisoo and back again in confusion.

-I apologize for this incident, Miss...?- Beck is genuinely sorry, extending her hand to Jisoo.

-Kim. - The brunette shakes the outstretched palm.

-Miss Kim, we will be happy to take you to the hospital.- Jamie politely leads Jisoo to the back door of the limo.

-And you're not such a bitch.- Jisoo says, sitting down in the salon.- I am so ashamed that, having succumbed to emotions, I insulted you this morning.

-It's okay, I understand that I can be arrogant sometimes. Lucas, take Jisoo to the best clinic.- Jamie replies.

-No.- Jisoo shakes her head.- I can't go to the hospital... You see, I work for a magazine. My boss is a real devil! If I don't deliver the article in two hours... Oh, my God, I'm scared to imagine... - Jisoo assumes the most tragic expression she's ever been able to do.- She cares about me, you know? All these dirty hints on her part... But I have a wife, and I love her.

-How disgusting it is!- Beck is genuinely outraged.- How disgusting it is to use your position to force a person to be with him! What is your article about, Miss Kim?

-Oh, I'm the unluckiest journalist in the world.- Jisoo sighs sadly.- My article was about a modern successful actress, I could even buy her off from the harassment of the editor-in-chief, but, by chance, the waiter stumbled and dropped a tray of broth on her... All is lost, all my labors are in vain! And now she's going to force me into intimacy...I'll have to cheat on Jennie...

-Wait, will you interview me?

-But you don't give interviews to anyone. How can I be the first person with whom you will be so frank?- Jisoo bet on nobility and took a jackpot from her bet.

-I will save your marriage, Miss Kim!- Jamie shakes Jisoo's shoulder encouragingly.

-Thank you, you are my savior, Jamie... I was supposed to have a dictaphone somewhere. I found it... Shall we get started?