BINI IMAGINES (Ot8 x Female reader)
Female Reader ONLY
❗️Men DNI🚫 ❗️
𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿
This is book is pure fictional and it's only entrainment, please separate fiction from reality.
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THIRD PERSON POV
"Pa?" Kyla said over the phone, leaning back in her chair, one hand massaging her temple.
"Nak, the event is next week. Can you handle it?" Michael Fernandez's voice was stern but trusting.
Kyla sighed, "Okay po, I'll handle it po. I'll tell Gelo to find a venue—"
"The venue is at the company, Kyla," her father interrupted.
"Ah... sige po," she said, a bit distracted as her mind started forming a to-do list.
After the call ended, Kyla tapped her phone and dialed Gelo. "Gelo, can you call the girls? May sasabihin lang ako sa kanila," she said.
"Yes po, ma'am," Gelo replied and disappeared to gather the eight.
Moments later, the door opened, and the girls walked in casually.
"Yes, Madam Boss Baby?" Maloi and Sheena said in unison, both with playful smirks on their faces.
Kyla rolled her eyes but allowed a small smile to break through. "There's a company event next week. May formal outfits ba kayo? Kung wala... we'll go shopping," she said, sipping her coffee.
Jhoanna raised an eyebrow. "Is this a formal event po?"
Kyla nodded. "Yes. Company-wide. PR coverage, guests, media, partners. I want you all to blend in, so wear something appropriate."
"Let's go to the mall," she added, standing up from her desk.
"Ha? Ngayon po?" Stacey blinked in disbelief. Gwen side-eyed her but said nothing.
Kyla simply nodded. "Ngayon."
Mikha, Colet, and Aiah shared a silent sigh.
As they headed out, the eight were still visibly reluctant, except for Sheena who grinned, elbowing Maloi. "At least makita ulit natin si Madam Boss sa labas ng office. Sana mag-skirt," she whispered, making Maloi nudge her back.
AT THE MALL
The group walked through a high-end fashion wing, Kyla leading the way confidently in her heels. Her aura screamed authority, and it made several heads turn.
While Kyla browsed, some of the girls pretended to look at clothes while subtly watching her. Still keeping their mission in mind — kill Kyla. But it was becoming increasingly hard to approach her.
Too public. Too risky.
Then, an opportunity came.
A suspicious man in a black hoodie walked toward Kyla. His movement was fast and direct — one hand inside his coat.
Sheena saw it first. "Shit," she muttered, alerting the others.
Kyla was standing near a clothing rack, scrolling through her phone when she heard the faintest shuffle of rushed footsteps behind her. Instinct kicked in — maybe it was all the tension lately, maybe it was luck — but she turned just in time.
