Deja Vu (Second Chance's Do exist)

Second Chance's Do Exist

Almost like a scene out of a movie. That's how rich people looked. Though that's because they were always dressed so expensively. You'd think they were the most perfect beings. Blessed with beauty, money, talent, and power. They had everything they ever wanted.

Right?

To set the mood let's start off with the protagonists. A beautiful mocha skinned woman was walking down the street, dressed in a tan knee high skirt and a white fluff blouse. She held a black Prada bag on her arm. She wore black high heels that clacked loudly against the ground.

Men complimented and drooled over her but she heard nothing with her Airpods in. With music blasting in her ears, her mind drifted to a safe space. A place where she can be herself and feel free. Every step she took was the version everyone else wanted.

But in this place was the real her. The spunky sassy sexy her. Strong and independent. Smart, intellectual, Sweet, kind, Hard, and rough. Everything she raised herself to be.

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"Madam? Um your one o'clock is late. Would you like to cancel?"

Her assistant Shiu Kong looked at her as she decided on what she wanted to do about this strange situation.

Some random wildcard famous celebrity. And Cassia Yoon Cho.

Who would've thought her schedule handler also her best friend would attempt to set the two up for a date. She didn't like the idea of dating some wild card. This man as Gojo had described him was absolutely batshit crazy. She refused meeting him countless times but here Gojo was again making plans without her consent.

She frowned and sighed, Shiu Kong glanced around before whispering to her.

"Ma'am I know it may not be as ideal but... how about meeting him once? For Gojo at least? He did a lot of favors to set this up."

She scoffed and rubbed her temple.

'He could've gotten gang banged for this shit for all I care. No one asked him to do this. Tch.'

"Call that bastard. And tell him he has till eight o'clock. After that he's banned from ever listing any appointments with me."

Shiu kong nodded his head and walked away dialing her blind dates number.

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Meanwhile....

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Sukuna sat amongst his friends and snorted another line as easily as the last. Though he may have struggled with many addictions, none was worse than his addiction of drugs. He loved having sex, throwing extravagant parties and alcohol; But the deadlist poison he choose were drugs. The hardest most foul things you dream of doing, he had already done. And no amount of pleading begging or rehabilitation would or could ever make him stop.

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"Sukuna are you listening to me?! I am tired of your assistant manager calling me complaining about the hidden stashes they find when they sweep your damn room!"

He rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. Not a care in this world could make him sit down and listen to the ear bleeding torture of a lecture he was going to receive.

"-And the deal was. Work and public attendance good. Weed? Perfered? No. But if it's only that? Yes. NO HARD DRUGS AND NO SKIPPING APPOINTMENT'S. DAMN IT SUKUNA. ARE YOU TAKING IN WHAT I AM EVEN SAYING?!"