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WITH ALL EYES ON HER, she felt tiny.
She wished she were actually tiny so they'd lose sight of her and she could just run run all the way back to Manila, become a trophy wife and live all her days left in depression. The man in front of her cleared his throat.
"So, boys, have you met Gemma Ramirez?" Most of them shook their heads.
Quickly, she bowed deeply towards all of them and for some reason her voice raises an octave. "Ikinagagalak kong makilala kayo," She's so nervous it doesn't set in on her that she spoke in the wrong language. When she receives a questioning glance from 3/4ths of the room, she gasped and quickly correct herself. "Annyeonghaseyo."
The CEO doesn't seem bothered by her slip up, he actually finds it endearing. "Would you like to stay and practice with them?"
Her eyes widened. "Stay? No sir, I couldn't, I mean I just got finished my set training time, I'm not even suppose to be here-" Of course she would love to stay and dance but she didn't want to just say that. That would be weird!
"No! You should!" The others look surprisingly toward Hoseok. Hoseok ignored their judging and confused eyes. "I need someone else to help with choreography." He doesn't need to say anything else for the others to understand what she's talking about. She must be really good.
Bang Hitman looks looked the two — Hoseok seemed hopeful. When she thought he's going to say no, instead he just nodded his head in agreement.
What the hell was she supposed to do now?
Jamie stood there, dumbly, bag in hand, as the other boys converses among themselves.
