Sena POV
"Thank you." I said. The mailman nodded and went on his way. I headed straight to the sewing room. It's usually empty. Plus, I'm using it since my fashion show is tomorrow. I still have a lot of designs that need to be made. I sat down. My phone started to ring as I was about to start.
"Oh, Hyungsik oppa. What's up?" I said.
"Yah, come to the presidents room now." Hyungsik oppa said.
"Why? I need to work." I whined.
"It's important. Hurry up. Okay?" He said.
"Okay." I answered.
He hung up and I got up. Ah, what does he want now? And why the president's office? Is he close to the president? I knew it was for me to come here. I'm only eighteen. I want to go back to school. I arrived as my thoughts were everywhere.
"You called for me?" I said while opening the door.
"Sena." I wasn't expecting him. I thought he would have a meeting or something.
"Sena." Hyungsik patted the seat. "Sit down."
I walked over by him and sat down. What's this about anyway? Why did you call me? So many questions.
"Sena, this is about your fashion show." Dongjun oppa said.
"What about it? Is it going to be cancelled? Sohyun unni and Hyuna unni have been waiting forever." I said.
"It's not going to be cancelled. It probably will though." The president said.
"What?" I questioned. "Probably?"
"You don't have enough models. Some of them quit because of the financing." Hyungsik oppa said.
"Ah! I know!" I got an idea. It's perfect.
"What? You some people that'll work for low pay?" Dongjun oppa asked.
"No. But I do know some people that owe me." I said.
"Who?" Hyungsik oppa questioned.
"President Im, don't worry. You won't have to cancel. Hyungsik oppa, Dongjun oppa, you two owe me too. Come with me." I smiled.
They got up and we left. I bowed before leaving since it was the right thing to do. He's the president after all.
"Where are we going?" Hyungsik oppa asked.
"My cafe." I answered.
"Why? Your sister is still mad at me." Dongjun oppa said.
"She isn't home today. She's in Busan with her friends." I said.
"Oh." He sounded disappointed. You could have gone but no. You went and blew her off on her birthday. I sighed and we arrived.
"Sena!" It was the neighborhoods greatest idols. GOT7 and A Pink. They're good friends of mine.
"You said you were too busy to visit. Why lie?" JB asked.
"I didn't know this incident would come up." I answered.
"What? Did you get hurt?" Hayoung unni asked.
"No. I need you all to help me." I said.
"Sena, your hurting me." I let go of their hands.
"I'm sorry." I apologized.
"Help you with what?" Jr asked.
"Modeling." I answered.
"Okay." They answered. I smiled and hugged them. They're truly my friends.
Siwan POV
As the day end quickly, morning came quickly. I sighed as I thought of the new day. I've been here the whole night working on expanding the company. There was also the fashion show Sena is having. I want to go but I don't think I'll have the time.
"Hyung, Sena wants to see you." Hyungsik said knocking.
"Where is she?" I asked.
"In the sewing room. The unused one." He answered.
I nodded as he threw me over my bag. A new suit for the day. I got changed quickly and brushed my teeth quickly. I walked out then headed to the room. Workers greeted me as I walked by. I knocked in the door once I arrived.
"Sena? You called for me?" I said carefully.
"Ah, president." She said. Her hair was tied up. She had a sweat shirt with 'Leo' on top and '90' below it.
"Just Siwan is fine." I said again. "Did you need something from me?"
"Participate in my show." Sena said bluntly with a smile.
"Yes?" I questioned.
"I need one more person. I can't find anyone who can fit the clothing I'm making now. Since the other person quit on me. I can't re-fit the outifits. Dongjun oppa told me your measurements. It's perfect. So, could you please help me?" She pleaded.
"I'll help." I said with a nod.
She grabbed my hands and started jumping. "Thank you, Siwan!"
A smile came on. Ah, how old is she?
"Sena, how old are you?" I asked.
"Eighteen." She answered.
"Last year in high school?" I questioned.
"Yes." She answered.
She's six years younger than me. Oh my goodness.
"President, what are you doing?" I looked over to Sena. She was staring at me intensely.
"What time does it start?" I asked.
"We'll do a dress rehearsal in an hour." She answered.
I nodded and left. She waved then continued working. An hour? I'll have my schedule erased and moved to another day.
