The Devil can't stand Prada[JENSOO]

23[M]

-Damn you! Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!- Jennie hits the steering wheel with all her might, then fatally buries her forehead in it.

She was in such a hurry to get to the airport, but she didn't have time. Jisoo has left, the next flight is in the evening, and Rachel stubbornly does not answer the boss's calls. Swallowing a lump of tears of disappointment and resentment that rose to her throat, Jennie gets out of her car and walks briskly to the office. As she had expected, the secretary was not at the workplace. And so, Rachel calls back herself and chatters into the phone in an excited voice:

-Miss, I'm sorry, I'm on my way...

-Are you impudent?! Where the hell are you?!- The editor-in-chief growls into the phone.

-Miss, something happened here... - The blonde begins to justify herself, but the boss absolutely does not want to listen to this.

-Your problems don't concern me, your working day is from 8:00, so be fucking kind to be at work on time! Or should I look for a new secretary?

-Damn, Jisoo's gone!- Rachel took a shaky breath into the phone, it seems she was running.- I stopped by her hotel to give her the phone she left at the bar yesterday, but Jisoo didn't show up there, all her things are in place, and she was supposed to fly to Paris an hour ago...

-Okay, calm down! Now explain what happened?- Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest from the conflicting feelings that were raging in Jennie. On the one hand, the thought that Jisoo had not flown away was pleasing, but the fact that the brunette had disappeared somewhere made me worry. Although it's Jisoo, what could have happened to her?

Jennie sat down on the secretary's chair, listening attentively to the excited blonde chattering to her without stopping.

-We were at the bar with her yesterday, she went to your office to open you up and apologize for locking you up and leaving her phone in the bar...

-So, wait, so she went to the office?- Jennie looked at the door of her office and smiled contentedly.- Don't worry about her, Rachel. I think I know where she is...

After several minutes of torment, Jennie still managed to open the jamming lock with a key. She gently pushes the door forward and looks into the office. As expected, the brunette was peacefully snoring on her desk, curled up in a cute ball, hugging an empty bottle of whiskey from the editor-in-chief's hiding place.

"How did she find it?"

The girl smiles, feeling how the heart in her chest does a somersault and diverges in a frenzied rhythm. She cautiously approaches Jisoo and runs her fingertips over her hand clutching the bottle.

-Jisoo, honey, wake up...

The brunette stretched sleepily and opened her eyes, meeting the warm and gentle gaze of the editor-in-chief.

-Damn, I'm sorry!- Jisoo hastily jumps to her feet, smoothing out the crumpled documents that she put under her head instead of a "pillow".- What time is it now? Am I still catching my flight? I need to run...

-Jisoo, I just got from the airport, your plane left half an hour ago... - Jennie answers almost in a whisper, looking at the girl's sleepy and slightly swollen face.

-From the airport? What were you doing there?

-I wanted to stop you... I need you, Jisoo...- Jennie whispers languidly, taking the confused girl into her arms.

-For what?

Jennie pulls back a little, carefully examining the girl's face.

-I love you, my most outstanding journalist... - Jennie gently removes a stray strand of Jisoo's hair behind her ear with her thin fingers.- From the very moment when you came into my office, violating my personal space, and...