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[Editing in progress - Chapter 5] 

Lia arrived in New York City with a chance to start her new life all on her own, independently. There she met a famous designer who offered her a job.

Cyrus had a very private personality and is always difficult to be in contact as he is always in the public eye. When they do meet, it doesn't always end happy. The feelings Lia had towards Cyrus had been neutral. Unfortunately, not to him.

Through her best friend Minhyuk's encouragement, she accepted the offer after some thought. However she realised that being an assistant was not easy. She had bad treatment from her colleagues- always ordering her to do their work, making her stay overnight. She became friends with two photographers, Kihyun and Hyungwon and in times of trouble they had always helped her where conflict also came between Ivy, a model who works in the company as well. She almost wanted to quit. 

But then things took a turn. She encountered Mr Fabian by chance. Fabian landed her with another job as a model which she thought could be her ticket to escape from her colleagues as well as her "rival" with Ivy.

Lia had no idea her arrival in New York would be so dramatic!
After getting to know Fabian more the two had attracted each other like sparks flying. He had stirred her deepest pleasures and desires. Somehow she felt safe in his arms.

From her rivalry with Ivy, two photographers and Fabian who had attracted Lia's attention.

NOTE: Want to know what happened between them? Come follow the story as it goes!

The Opportunity That Came

I drove Fabian to his house taking over his car. For the whole ride, he slept so soundly in the side seat. Even though I've been to his house once, I still needed the GPS to guide me to his penthouse.

The road was dark and quiet in the night. Every citizen had gone home after a whole day out. I've reached his house now, got out of the car and tried to wake up Fabian however he did not respond. "You didn't tell me you were drinking too." I thought. It felt a little awkward because I had to drag him into the house again but not before I felt his pockets for house keys. "Desperate times call for desperate measures." I said to myself.

Just when I found his key jingling in his front pockets, he suddenly moved. He leaned over the side door and started puking. "Fabian!" "What's wrong?" but he just kept throwing up.

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