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3 weeks after the leak
IF LOOKS COULD KILL,
you'd be one dead son of a bitch. aizawa glared at you as you read him the invitation. "i'm sorry mr. aizawa but you have to go. you could close this deal if all goes well." he huffed like a kid and leaned back in his chair. "you know how i feel about going out in public. especially after what happened."
"it's literally been like 3 weeks since that happened nobody is even talking or thinking about it." you see, that wasn't all completely true considering that you were still getting emails from shade rooms and magazines to get an interview with aizawa. did he really need to know that though? in all seriousness, this deal of getting sponsorship from either one of the top 3 marketing companies could determine whether or not they could open another hq in america.
"fine. set me up a tailor appointment and a dress fitting for erina." you professionally nodded and exited.
tonight and the days after would have so much in store for you.
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the elegant ballroom was filled with old and younger womanizers, some accompanied by their trophy wife's. you looked around the room while sipping your flute of champagne. it was probably the best to get a little alcohol in your system before going over to aizawa and dealing with his wife. finishing the glass, you placed it down and adjusted some of the rings on your hand.
