"Good Job, Miss (Last Name). You're one of the worst models in Japan." (First Name)'s manager smiled ever so innocently and shows an article of the magazine about her.

"Why am I one of the worst models?! Heck, I can even wear a goddamn paperbag and still look bloody great!" (First Name) shrieked and threw the magazine at the nearest trashbin, not bothering to read the written article about me in it. "What did I ever did wrong, Imayoshi?!" She whine as she dramatically throws herself on the smooth, black couch, covering her face using her left arm.

Imayoshi purposely coughed, causing her to take a quick peek at him. "Well, you see if you didn't thew a tantrum infront of Mr. Darren, the most famous photographer and Mrs. Platinum, owner of the Fab magazine, then you wouldn't have ended up in that article." He takes his glasses off and wipes it using a clean cloth. Only the sound of the airconditioning could be heared inside of his office.

"Your career might end up downhill because of your silly stunt, so what are you going to do?" Imayoshi finishes wiping his glasses and gently tucks the cloth inside of his blazer. He places his chin on the back of his palm and wears a smug grin on his face.

"I, I don't know.. THIS has never happened to me." She replies with a defeated tone.

For once, Imayoshi felt the emotion of sympathy. His client may be an annoying brat but it doesn't completely mean that she doesn't have a soft side of hers. He knows the reason why she needs to continue modeling so he decides a plan that will help her. Imayoshi silently reads a magazine which contains all of the single models in Japan and finally he found one. He hid his sly smirk by the back of his palm.

"Stop whining now, I have a plan, ya" he announces and closes the magazine.

(First Name) stopped instantly stopped and she fixed her denim jacket. "What's the plan, I'm quite curious since you rarely help me."

"What do you mean by that, I'm always this kind" he places his hand near his heart.

She wrinkled her nose. "Sure you are..." she replies sarcastically.

"That look is unneccesary and tomorrow you are going on a date also please practice your acting skills tonight."

(First Name) immediately sat up straight. His sentence suprised the young lass. The wrinkles on her face increased as she frowns. "What do you mean date? I am not seeing anyone right now and I am not interested in anyone."

"You are going on a date with Kise Ryouta."

"You want me to what?!" (First Name) shrieked, slamming her hands on the table. She glared at his seemingly innocent smile as if what he said meant nothing to her. His grey eyes are gleaming with amusement and mischief.

"You heard me, (First Name). I want you to date that famous copycat from the Generation of Miracles, Kise Ryouta."

"You've got to be kidding me, A date with that guy?!" She complains for the nth time. Imayoshi remains unaffected by his client's tantrums.

"Yes, you have to since a date with one of the most famous models will boost your popularity but I have to set one rule though..." Imayoshi explains as he pauses for a bit, increasing the tensity in the atmosphere.

"Fine, I'll consider but what's the rule?" She asks and raises one of her eyebrow, knowing that the rule he sets up must be pretty bad.

"Don't fall in love with Kise Ryouta."

(First Name) lets out a laugh and stands up. She slowly walks towards the door, grabs her coat and says. "Ahh, don't worry about that cause I won't." then she walks right out of the door with an irrtated look on her face.

'Me, falling in love with Kise Ryouta?! Oh please that would be the last thing I would do.' She thought.

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I hope this isn't horrible and I am going to update my other story, "Hypnotic" soon and (Sorry but I might sound selfish) please support this story just like how you supported "Hypnotic". It's alright if you don't since I don't like to force people into doing stuffs but your suppport is greatly appreciated.