Chapter 1
(Your POV )
I peered over my shades and saw a young girl, about my age, shoving me a notepad and a pen, indicating that she wanted an autograph. Let's not ignore the fact that her phone was also in hand, ready for a selfie with her beloved idol, a.k.a me. She had a giddy expression on her face, like she just couldn't believe her luck. I know, i have that effect on people. I scrunched up my nose. Another fan. Seriously? I've met like ten of them on my way to the office and let's not forget that I'm in full disguise now. Dark shades, extremely conservative clothes that almost cover every inch of my skin. I really hate it when fans come up to me, begging me to autograph their books, hats, whatever or take photos with them. So annoying. "No. Now, get out of my way. You just made my day worse." I said nastily to the girl. I swept by her without a glance, but I could hear her sniffling, as if she was trying not to cry.
Yes, go ahead. Call me a bitch or whatever you want, but that's just who I am. I never really cared about my fans, probably never will. To me, people like me because I'm well, talented and pretty. So, it doesn't matter how I treat my fans because they'll always love me. That's my logic and my mandate. Being Korea's top singer and actress means must've added to my already huge ego but oh well, being famous does mean having a huge ego. I looked at my watch. Hmm, it's 2pm. I'm supposed to meet my new manager at the office an hour ago. I shrugged. As if I care. They can wait. It truly is bothersome. I have changed managers,hmm, eight times already, I think since I debuted. The last one resigned because "I have to take care of my elderly parents" which means "I can't stand ____ anymore!!". Their reasons are almost the same. Okay, I admit that I might be a little bit demanding, but hey, a girl's got her needs right? Why do they not understand that?
I've reached the office. I strode into my boss's office as if I owned that place and sat on the sofa opposite my new manager. He looks young, maybe just a few years older. He has golden brown hair, deep brown eyes and perfectly sculptured face like a Greek god. He's wearing a suit, Armani. His legs are long, really long. I wonder how tall he is. Hmm, not my type though. I took off my shades and raised an eyebrow. "Miss ____, how was your day? Did you sleep well last night? " My boss, as always, starts with the small talk. "Cut the crap, Mark." He blushed. "Right. So this is your new manager who has kindly agreed to work on such short notice, considering that your last manager left so suddenly and you are about to have concerts and drama filming. He's Kris. I have briefed him on his duties as manager but I'm sure you will want to add a few things. Well, I'll just leave you two to get to know each other." He heaved a sigh, probably glad to leave the room. And yes, he's right. I do have things to add, just not a FEW. I gazed directly into Kris eyes, and smiled a smile that succeeds in driving guys crazy. He held my gaze strongly. "So, Kris huh? Where should we start?"
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