As I walked into the fabolous fashion gala, I was greeted by my manager, Becky.
"Y/N, you finally made it. It's so great that you're here. I have people for you to meet."
I rolled my eyes. I knew that's the whole reason why I had to come. I wish I was at home with my lab, Pepsi, eating pizza and wings. But, nooo, I had to come to this stupid gala. I can't even enjoy myself here, because I have to meet all these damn people.
"Y/N Lore, meet Jacob Perez. Fashion specialist," Becky explained.
I turned to see a fine man with an afro. Why did he have to be so fine?! He is so distracting!!
"So, Y/N Lore, that's the name you go by in the modeling agency?"
"Y-Yes," I stuttered.
"Well, I would love for you to work for me." He winked at me. "IF.... You are up for it."
"O-Oh, yes. I am."
"Well, then." He smirked. "Let's get to signing some papers."
There is gonna be more than working if I'm around him.
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