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𝙲𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙺 !
╰► @𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻
track 1 : don't wanna fall in love, jane child
(1989)

𝙲𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙺 !╰► @𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻track 1 : don't wanna fall in love, jane child(1989)

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ch 1.
new hire !


your feet made that click clack sound you adored, your feet ridden in your favorite heels.

but right now, that click clack sound wasn't really adoring.

"WAIT?!"

a stranger held the subway door for you, seeing the panic on your face as you slipped in the door. you held your jacket on your arm, your hands running over the white dress shirt you wore as well as the slightly flowy dress pants that you wore.

so much for unwrinkled clothes on the first day.

you huffed and puffed, sitting down next to the stranger, flashing him a smile before going back to internally panicking.

'first day on the job and im minutes from being late, im fucked.'

soon, you got off the train, and the click clack of your heels started once again.

tokyo city was big, full of lights and people busying getting to their own jobs. it was a city of wonder, a city of new opportunity. the sun was shining on this spring morning, everything was kind of peaceful even if you were running late.

until you bumped into someone.

"fuck?!" you flew back, face full of anger at the tall man in front of you.

"watch where you're going, this suit costs more than your whole outfit combined." he sneered, his piercing blue irises looked into yours, and you hated the fact that he was probably right.

your face scorned with anger even more at this, flipping him the finger before starting your rant.

"your tall ass was blocking the way?! big as fuck taking up the whole sidewalk?!"

"nobody fucking cares, skill issue."

"bitch?!"

you scoffed, walking off viciously fast.

he was an asshole, but you couldn't be late.

especially now.

as you got closer to the large building, your eyes widened more and more. this was your shot, your first shot at a big time company.

'ill make more than that stupid ass suit some fucking day.'

you stepped inside after fixing yourself a bit, making sure your hair was in check as well as your outfit. you smoothed it down with your hands after what seemed to be a thousand times, and then put on some hand lotion and applied some more perfume.

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