4. I Need A Job.

Chapter 4- I Need A Job.

"Hello Miss," A guy stopped me in my path.

"Err," I looked at him from top to bottom.

Average looking dude. Couldn't be a gangster, couldn't be loansharks.

"Yes?" I questioned.

"Do you need a job?" He smiled.

What kind of dude goes up to random people asking if they need a job?

"And what exactly is the job?" I crossed my arms, slightly impatient.

I do NOT like to be stopped by strangers in broad daylight.

"Well, we have a boy band that needs an assistant, and there's high pay-"

"I'll do it." I cut him off. High pay. I'll work, and I'll get paid, And I'll quit.

And BAM.

I have money.

It's just an assistant, probably nothing much to do.

Besides, A boy band! Perhaps I could see someone as perfect as Chunji.

"That's great!" He smiled, handing me a name card. "I'm Mr. Lee. Just say you're looking for me when you reach the receptionist, arraso? I'll see you tomorrow afternoon."

I nodded slightly, "Arraso."

After 'Mr. Lee' left, I walked to the nearest bench and sat down, looking at the name card.

The top words printed were, 'T.O.P MEDIA.'

I squinted my eyes.

That looks oddly familiar.

Oh well.

To Kim Hyemi, A Job is equal to money.

And Money is equal to a quality lifestyle.

I think I gotta thank Chunji someday.

Things have been going well after we sorta met.

Alright, now.

Where do I get better looking clothes?

I looked down at my own outfit, flinching a little.

I need to change.

Back at T.O.P Media, L.Joe's POV.

"Hey so did you find the girl?" I asked Mr. Lee, who gave me smile.

"Of course I did, and she's coming in tomorrow afternoon."

I smirked, Oh Dalmatian, you don't know what you're in for.

Are you THAT desperate for money?

"Alright, thank you." I bowed to Mr Lee and he left.

"Hyung! What was it?" Ricky bounced my way.

"Oh, We're going to have a new assistant tomorrow," I ruffled his hair, smirking.

"BWO?!" All the boys crowded around me in an instance,

"Is she pretty?"

"How old is she?"

"Is she hot?!"

"Hyung she's not your girlfriend in disguise right?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "You'll see tomorrow."

"Eyyyyy," They waved their hands and went back to whatever they were doing earlier.

Chunji walked towards me, with a cheeky smile plastered on his face.

"You hired your dalmatian didn't you?" He slightly nudged my stomach with his elbow.

I nodded, "Yeah, that girl's so desperate for money she'll do anything. This is going to be fun." I chuckled, thinking of the possibilties of me torturing her.

"Yah! Where's the water I asked for?" I spat.

"You asked for ice cream!" She ran out, holding a cone of vanilla ice cream in her right hand.

"Well dispose that," I waved my hands, "Get me water!"

I laughed at my vivid imagination, almost forgetting that Chunji was standing beside me.

"This is a wrong move, Byunghun. Things will not turn out the way you want them to," Chunji patted my shoulder and walked away, laughing.

What?

Of course it will.

She'll be totally under my control.

You'll see, Dalmatian.

Taking my money is wrong.

You've committed a sin that can never be erased.

You Took L.Joe's Money.