Rough start

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"Alright, take 5! " The photographer said as he takes my picture. I walk over to the break room to get my hair and make up re done for the next shoot and god, do I look stunning.

"You look amazing. " Jae-hyun , my crush of five years runs his hand through my hair.

"Thank you, you don't look to bad yourself. " I stand up and walk back towards the shoot.

-Plat-

I tripped up over my own heals. I can hear my managers voice calling out to me. Argh this is embarrassing!

"Aisha,.. AISHA!.. "

"Aisha, wake up! "

I open my eyes to see Yoru looking over me.

"Sheesh, you finally wake up!? " She walks over to my nightstand and gives me my phone. "I've called you like six times already, your late for work! "

I shoot up in my bed.

"Sh*t, I'm definitely going to get fired! " I run to the bathroom in a hurry and wash up. I brush my teeth and hair, and get ready.

I check myself in the mirror a couple of times. I look horrible.

I have eye bags under my eyes, and my shirt is rinkled. I look like a zombie. I sigh and grab my camera before heading out the door.

I hadn't called for a taxi in advance like normal so I had to wait at one of the taxi stands.

*-Sigh*- "This time I might actually get fired. " I check my watch to see what time it is.

"It's not that late, I have about twenty more minutes till it starts so... " I look around the taxi stand to see a man sitting on the bench.

He has long black hair, but not long enough to be considered a girl. A white shirt with a long silk black cardigan, and a hat. It looks like he has an incredible sense of fashion. I look away trying not to gape, as a taxi pulls up to the curb.

I start to walk towards the taxi.

-Grab-

Huh!? Someone grabbed me!? I turn around to see the guy that was sitting on the bench.

"Excuse me Ms. this is my cab.. if you don't mind I would really like to get in it. "

The man I was just gaping at was grabbing my arm. I don't know weather to feel exited or angry. "Well, I really need to get somewhere or I'll be late so can I ride with you? You see I'm a pho-"

"I don't care what your job is just move out my way. " I wince in pain as his grip tightens slightly.

"That hurts. "

He looks down at his hand on my wrist and let's go stepping back a little. "Fine, you can ride with me but just don't make any noise, it's already annoying that your riding with me. "

Tsk rude much! If I didn't have a choice I wouldn't ride with you!

I open the door and get in, him following behind me. "Where are you going? " He gives the driver his information and where he's going.

"Go to Xxxxx please. "

My eyes widen. "Uhm, that's the same place I'm going. ' I say nervously. Hopefully he's in a different department.

He sighs, he looks agitated.

"Are you following me? " He grunts his expression angry.

I'm taken aback. Furious I scoff.

"You have the audacity to say I'm following you!? " I pull out my camera.

"I'm a photographer! " "Anyway why would I be following someone like you, your rude, indecent and obnoxious! "

"hm, a photographer huh? It suits you. " He chuckled

"Huh what is that supposed to mean! "

He doesn't say anything else and we both ride in silence.

'15 minutes later'

"This is your stop have a great day maa'm and sir'. "

I pay the driver and get out the car heading towards the large studio building. Oh great were heading towards the same place. He glances at me scoffing and walks faster into the building.

I sigh, feeling relieved that he went ahead of me. With that I hurry to the elevator and ride up to my floor.

I check my watch and see that I have 5 minutes left to get to the destined spot.

I start to panick. "Come on, come on! " "Erm, 3..2..1- yes yes okay I got to run! " I dart towards the door of the studio room I'm supposed to be in.

-Bam-

"Sorry I'm late! " I say as I come in the room setting my camera down on the stand. "I had encountered some trouble on the way here, this obno-" I choke on my words as I look up to see a guy staring down at me.

It's the guy from the taxi!! IS THIS THE HOT MODEL THAT'S SUPPOSED TO BE OUR CLIENT?

My face pales as he stares down at me, some of his hair tied up.

"Rude, indecent and obnoxious." He said as he looked at me coldly.

"So your the photographer huh? " He put some papers down and grabbed my arm, lifting it up. "I would've thought that you would have more fashion sense. "

He then grabbed my waist and leaned his face closer. "So you were following me? "

I've had enough of this!

*-Slap-*

He doesn't say anything but just stares at me.

"AISHA LEE! " I hear my managers angry voice, and I jump.

"How dare you slap a client! " She comes towards me and grabbed my wrist pulling me away from him. She then twists it.

"Don't you dare embarrass me! " She twists my wrist harder.

I wince trying to pull her off of me.

"I don't think this is necessary, Ms. Woon. He had grabbed onto her arm.

" You wouldn't want me to cut our contract? "

My managers face pales.

"N.. no of course not, Mr...I mean Jung-hee. " She let's go of my hand smiling nervously.

"Continue." She said whilst glaring at me.

I then shift my gaze to Jung-hee. "Jung-hee, where have I heard that? " My eyes widen. He's the number one model on "1-hope-Magazine! "

I gulp as I run towards my camera the light crew giving me a thumbs up. I tell him to shift his places a bit. As I start to take pictures.