Pain in Paris

Chapter 7

Lisa's POV

"Lisa, I know you're looking forward for PFW for Bulgari. You know we want you to attend also, but let's keep things in control."
The new CEO of our agency said.

After Jennie's flight, I received a call coming from the CEO of YG.

I stared at her. I'm sitting beside her table with manager oppa.

"Since, you'll be collaborating with the other artist for a new song. I want you to take 15 days vacation in France instead of attending that event." She continued.

I can multi-task, Ma'am.

"You're going to take the plane to Paris on your scheduled flight, but you'll straight to France for your vacation. You can bring your family also". She convicingly explained to me and I don't seem to inderstand her reason.

I know I'm not a real Korean. I was bashed for it even before, but damn it! This is too much for me.

They didn't promote me well during my solo era that I ended u not winning any awards. Could this get any worse?,

Do they hate me this much?

She smiled. I want to erase that fucking smile with my fist. "It's for you to be wanted more by people, Lis. You're one of our most famous artist, we only want the best for you, so hope you let us decide this time."

Decide this time? Since trainee days, you decide everything about us.

I can hate them but I can never break their rules. This company helped me a lot. And one more thing, they know about my relationship with Jennie.

I can't post anything concerning Jennie, I need to ask permission to them before posting something.

I just can't risk this for fighting back.

The pathetic me nodded. When are you gong to have a say, Lisa? Damn it!

No matter how kind or how you treat people well, if they don't like you, they will never like you.

I just can't show my sadness to Jennie while talking to her on the phone. I need to lie to her, cause I know she's one of those people who can say something about this.

She always saves me when the agency tries to do stupid things. Like how they choose outfit for me.

How they choose color for my hair.

How they fucking block any advertisement proposal for me.

Jennie always tries to complain. She's that savage but, the higher persons don't give a shit.

So, it's better for me to keep this to Jennie. I don't want her mad while she's in Paris.

I went out for shopping in the morning. My flight to France will be tommorrow so I need to pack the things I needed and things to be send to Thailand for my relatives.

"I'm so sorry, Lis. I can't do anything about this." Manager oppa said sadly while helping me pack my things.

I fake a laughed. "Oppa, it's okay. It's nit your fault. Let's just do whatever they say. They keep on changing their minds all the time though."

He stopped packing and faced me.

"I know. Maybe when you get to France, they'll call you and let you attend the event." He is hopeful.

But I'm not. I doubt them. They hate me so bad.

"Let's pray for that , oppa. " I ended my coversation with him and just focused on packing.