Chapter 5

When Sylvia rolled into work that day, she clearly didn't want to be there. "Finally, how-?" "I don't have such super speed that I can come at the click of a finger." Sylvia rolled her eyes. God, she really didn't want to deal with Lucy Hoshino right now. When she was bearing through her hangover, she said, "Now wait for your highness while we set everything up." The blonde got out her camera, placing her camera bag down.

Sylvia pinched the bridge of her nose, pulling the camera away from her eye. "Ms. Hoshino, why are you wearing so much makeup?" Sylvia asked, "Well, I need to look beautiful." The bluenette took a deep breath. She had been working with Lucy for a month now, yet this girl was driving her insane in every way possible. Ms. Hoshino, this is supposed to be a shot with a fresh look." Sylvia was a minute from exploding. "Please don't cake your face with makeup." But her job was on the line here. She honestly doesn't know why she's doing this anymore. I don't get paid enough for this. She clicked the photo after the makeup artist, Cana, a sweet girl, really fixed her look.

Sylvia stared at her camera to take a look at the photos. "Alright, take a break, everyone, especially you, Ms. Hoshino; you look worn out." Even though you haven't done much at all, her lips were in a tight smile "Sylvia" Lisanna The receptionist walked up to the blonde, who was by the poolside. "Hm?" she glanced at the silver-haired receptionist. "Someone's here to see you." Lisanna replied, "What? Do they have an appointment?" Sylvia turned to her friend and said, "No." Lisanna replied, "Tell them I'm busy." Sylvia watched the blonde model for a second. "I did, but they insisted on seeing you," the girl with sky-blue eyes said. "As you can see, I can't leave right now." She nodded her head in the blonde's direction. "But Sylvia—" "That urgent, is it?" the bluenette picked up on her friend's worries "Don't worry, we'll handle her You go." Cana appeared beside her and said, "Here, hold this." Sylvia pulled the strap of her camera over her head, passing it to Cana.

Reiki looked up from his phone when the clicking of heels found the exact girl he met at the bar a month ago, running a hand through her open, curly hair. She sighed, standing in front of him, holding an aura of authority. "I'm assuming you were the one who so desperately wanted to meet me." Reiki gave her a confused look. "Oh, please, as if I'm dying to meet you." He held up a hand. "I'm here for Sylvia Ryu." Those aquamarine eyes of hers still held an intensity to them. "And what about, might I ask?" she asked, not wanting to deal with Reiki right now. "Not that's any of your business, but this." He held up the magazine, which contained her article on him. "Ah, your Reiki Bushida, the famous detective," that seemed to inflate his ego for a reason he didn't know.

"Well, then, Mr. Bushida, would you like to leave on your own or should I have security escort you out?" he gave her a look of confusion, opening his mouth to ask her something which had something to do with his suspicions "Sylvia!" A woman in a swimsuit and straw hat stomped into the waiting room.

The bluenette groaned great, just great. She rolled her eyes as the model continued berating her for leaving. "Ms. Heartfilia, did I or did I not announce a break?" The blonde crossed her arms over her chest. "You did, yes," the heartfilia heiress replied. "Then how is it that I left so suddenly? I'm on break, Ms. Hoshino and I can do whatever I please in it, whether it be walking out of the swimming pool area or going on a date with him." Sylvia gestured to the redhead, who stared at her, surprised. "Why does it matter to you?! Are you my friend or anyone close?" The blonde sputtered, "Please go back and stop being painful in the ass. I'll be there in a minute." Huffing, the model walked back into the swimming area.

Sylvia released the breath she was holding. "I really don't get paid enough for this," she rubbed her. "That's very cliche." Reiki snorted at her words, "Are you still here?" She turned to him with a look of surprise on her face. Was he really that invisible? "Of course I am. Your article is such bullshit that I can't believe it was sold out." He waved the magazine around. "Are you still stuck on that?" He scowled at the nerve of this girl. First, she writes this BS about him, then she has the audacity to remain indifferent about it. "Wha-?!" her phone rang, cutting the redhead off. "Uh, hold that thought for a moment." She held up a finger, taking her phone out of her back pocket.