"The nerve of that old man. He is just a photographer and he dares to act almighty and proud? Ha!"
"Ms. Giselle, please lower your voice—"
"Shut up! Just do your job and close your mouth. Where's the bubble tea I am asking from you, huh? Bring it here! Go!"
"But the bubble tea shop is slightly far—"
"Do I look like I care? I want to drink bubble tea so you will get me one. You hear me?"
"...Yes."
"So what are you still waiting for? Go!"
When Giselle raised her pouch in the air, her assistant quickly stepped out of her dressing room to get the bubble tea she is asking from her. It is better for her to follow the orders given to her instead of getting fired on her first day of job. Giselle huffed in annoyance before getting her phone to check the notifications from her social media.
