Jennie, a 23 year old woman looking for a job after she left her modeling career for YG.
Wanting to get her life back on a 'perfect' track again, means boring and ordinary until she takes the position for Secretary in one of the biggest companies k...
"Don't say we're not right for each other, the way I see it, we're not meant for anyone else"
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Jennie's POV
I press my lips together, taking a good look at my reflection.
Chaeyoung: Damn, gurl, can you chill? You look glorious.
Chaeyoung raps my shoulder, stabilizing my dress from below.
Jennie: It's decent enough for the event, right?
Chaeyoung: Decent enough? It's a masterwork! You look professional since you're the secretary and you look graceful, for the party.
She certainly was right, the dress was flawless. It was a simple sleeveless white chiffon dress cut down from the middle, earning a look of my legs.
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Chaeyoung: Here.
I turn around, observing Chae holding a pair of golden pencil heels. I hold up my brows, they were sparkly and about 4 inches tall.
Chaeyoung: These go perfectly along with the dress.
She declares, positioning them down. I glide my feet in, bending down to bring my feet comfortable by pinching the tip from the back.
Chaeyoung: Aight, you're all set. Now here, take your purse and go, or you'll be late. You prefer me to drop you off?
She asks, passing me my black purse. I twist my hand, taking a look at my freshly done white nails.
Jennie: Yeah.
I face back up, smiling down at Chaeyoung.
Chaeyoung: Leggo then.
Chaeyoung grips my arm as I lift my dress slightly, wishing to walk down the halls without falling all over the place.
We leave my apartment after I lock the door.
Jennie: So, what're you gonna do when I'm gone?
Chaeyoung: I'll stop by YG's, they have to see my fitting for an approaching event for Saint Laurent.
Jennie: The fuck, gurl. This late?
Chaeyoung: I know right. I don't know what's wrong with that man, anyways I don't have anything else to do so yeah.
She shrugs, pouting. I gape around, seeing no sign of Chaeyoung's car.
Jennie: Where's your car?
I hear a beep! Bringing me to turn my head.
Jennie: Was that your car?
She nods, starting to walk. I follow behind, looking at her uncertain as she opens the driver seat's door, seating in. I haven't seen this car all my life the fuck-
