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"Mhm. I see. So, you're cancelling on your former client's behalf? Right, right. It wouldn't be appropriate to do a show with a disgraced idol." Disgusting. Corporate swine like this made her skin crawl.
Seething anger nearly boiled over through her gritted teeth, "But did you former client want to cancel? Eh? Why should I care? This collaboration wasn't cause of some snazzy deal you guys offered me." A previously honey coated tongue became laced with bile. "What you fuckers want doesn't matter to me, 'kay?"
The irritated commands issued from her phone became muffled when she casually tossed it on her bed. "You sound like a Chihuahua. Please kindly shut the fuck up."
The moment she received the news from a certain manager, Gigi had begun to pack her bags. "I already booked a plane. Let me finish packing now. Really, this works for me. Now we can say whatever the fuck we want." Money was offered but Gigi immediately rejected the dirty filth. "I hope you look forward to the stream~"
That evening, Gigi arrived at her destination. At least, her information said this was the correct address. She prayed this was where she lived because her arms were jelly from dragging her gear around.
Only one way to find out.
Knuckles tapped a loud syncopated rhythm on the wooden door, "Hello? Is this the residence of Dayeon Song?"
Seething anger nearly boiled over through her gritted teeth, "But did you former client want to cancel? Eh? Why should I care? This collaboration wasn't cause of some snazzy deal you guys offered me." A previously honey coated tongue became laced with bile. "What you fuckers want doesn't matter to me, 'kay?"
The irritated commands issued from her phone became muffled when she casually tossed it on her bed. "You sound like a Chihuahua. Please kindly shut the fuck up."
The moment she received the news from a certain manager, Gigi had begun to pack her bags. "I already booked a plane. Let me finish packing now. Really, this works for me. Now we can say whatever the fuck we want." Money was offered but Gigi immediately rejected the dirty filth. "I hope you look forward to the stream~"
That evening, Gigi arrived at her destination. At least, her information said this was the correct address. She prayed this was where she lived because her arms were jelly from dragging her gear around.
Only one way to find out.
Knuckles tapped a loud syncopated rhythm on the wooden door, "Hello? Is this the residence of Dayeon Song?"