Chapter 2

First Day At Work

THE first reasonable thing to do on my list of silly antics would be to go straight for the interview. After all, I'm already in a prepared state of another potential rejection. Fighting losing battles might not be what's ideal in my book, but my adventurous side seems to throw caution to the wind.

The venue however, seemed contrasting in comparison to even the decent high end buildings on the boulevard. It was so grand, to the point where even a rich snob would feel even the slightest discomfort with entering without the finest attire.

Oh, who the fuck cares. I've already been judged for the tacky red dress in the previous location— I could even be called a baboon's ass and I wouldn't flinch anymore.

Which was what I said but....

A disgruntled old man makes a move towards me before the automated door could even open. I paused, thinking that he was preparing to ask for help or directions whatsoever, but—

"Do not move." The stranger firmly demands. "Do not. Move. An inch."

For some reason, he was terribly convincing— even though we haven't exchanged a word before. My eyes examine him closely as I stood rooted to the ground; he's adorning a tacky tracksuit that seemed too much for his age. But then again, I was also a fashion wreck....so who am I to judge?

While I process a response, he notices the advertisement paper crumpled in my hands, and chuckles in amusement of his own private joke. "You're a perfect fit for the body double." He laughs lightly again, much to my bewilderment. "You look exactly like my daughter, Genecia Han."

Genecia Han.

This time, I was able to look him in the eyes. "Genecia....Han? You mean the world-famous singer, Genecia.....Han?"

He nods, gesturing me to follow him. I, on the other hand, let out a nervous laughter. "Um, Sir, where are we going— and what's a body double?"

"You'll find out soon enough. Don't worry, I pay well."

I pay well.

That was enough of a reason for me to follow him like an obedient puppy. If I keep this up, I'll probably be kidnapped in the future. However, the pressure of my parent's expectations weighed heavily down on me, causing me to walk forward.

The middle aged man, who seemed to be the owner of the suspicious advertisement I've found, takes me to a door. The automated door led to another, and another.....just how many freaking doors are there?

When we approached yet another door, I sigh, visibly frustrated with the situation. Suddenly— the old man stops. He steals a glance at me before walking to the right, turning the corner. Uh....Is he messing with me? As I followed him again to turn the corner, a grand room greets me, much to my surprise.

"I thought it was gonna be another door." I blurted out, and the old man chuckles in a mocking manner.

Okay. Maybe I hate old people.

I didn't really have time to register my hatred before a group of what seemed to be bodybuilders in suits come into the room, lining up to greet a certain someone. Nothing was registering in my head. As I stood rooted in awe, an extremely beautiful lady with high heels made an elegant entrance, rendering me speechless.

The fantasy, however, broke in a single moment when she opened her mouth.

"Is that thing supposed to be my double?" She says as a greeting, shooting me the dirtiest look I've ever seen.

"Now, now. She looks like you, doesn't she?" The cheeky old man calms her down, like an attempt to soothe a spoiled child.

And that's when a wave of realisation hit.

This person is Genecia Han. What in the world?

Genecia scans me from top to bottom again, dissatisfied that anyone would associate my looks with hers. Although she was drop-dead gorgeous, the disgusted look on her face almost made her seem like a demonic witch.

"I'm your fan, it's nice to meet you." I greet her politely, and somewhat awkwardly.

"Ugh....Can you change your dress? If you're going to be my body double, can you at least be decently fashionable?" She approaches me with folded arms, staring me down like I was a literal piece of used tissue on the sidewalk. I was not used to foul words from such a beautiful face, but I was used to foul words in general.

"Okay, I'll change out of this dress, but I'll need to go out to the department store to find something new to wear...." I proposed an idea, only for Genecia to exchange weird looks with the old man.

"You're weird." She replies in a soft tone, before looking back at the elder. "She scares me. Can we find someone else?"

The oldie's expression was serious for a moment as he examines my face. He then turns back to Genecia with a stern look. "She'll do great. After all, I picked her." He says with a firm tone. "Listen to Genecia, will you?" He turns to me.

I nodded, slightly confused by all these, but pretty much had an idea what I had to do. As the old man leaves the room, Genecia turns to me and throws her bag into my arms.

"Carry that. And follow me. " She instructs, walking off quickly out of the room.

We soon headed to another grand room on another floor, with everyone greeting her kindly. I brisk walked awkwardly behind her, carrying her bag with both hands carefully. If someone looked at this from another point of view, I probably seem like her attendant...

Soon, we reach a room with a huge closet, countless clothing racks and vanities. She walks pass the attendants that were already in the room, finding and picking the exact same dress she was wearing before throwing it into my arms.

"Wear that. And this bag." She pushed the exact same bag onto my arms. "Carry it later."

Before I knew it, I was head to toe in the exact same clothes as her. I sat down silently in the chair as the attendants fixed my makeup and hair, similar to hers. Genecia stares at me closely, with a raised brow. "You kinda look like me, but the ugly version." She says, before shooting a slight smile.

"Oh?" I grin back at her, much to her surprise. "Your smile is pretty."

She seemed to be taken aback by my remark, before her expression changes to slight disbelief and disgust. "I know."

I didn't even have time to ask her if I was going to sign a job contract, like any normal job would offer— and I find myself nosediving deep into what I didn't know was awaiting me.

A bunch of cameras.

If it wasn't for the tinted black glass of the van we were in, I would've been blinded by the amount of camera lights and shutters that went off outside the car. This was all going so quickly — but I was motivated by the idea of money. She nudges me, gesturing me to go.

"And make sure to walk elegantly. You're representing me." She remarks a final time, before turning away to her phone.

Oh god....

The nervousness started to kick in— as well as my stomach. My bowels seem to go crazy whenever I'm incredibly nervous, for some reason.

I didn't predict all these to happen within a single day.

"Damn it." I swear under my breath, holding it as I open the car door. And just as I do, the hoard of paparazzis storm to me, trying to get as many photos as they could.

I pushed up my sunglasses, walking as fast as I could towards the building in front of me. I held their attention as long as I could, until I saw the car drive away at the corner of my eye.

I walked quickly, not knowing where I was going, and pressed any floor in the elevator as I tried to fend them off. As I waited for the elevator to reach the floor, my tummy seems to rumble even more.

Shit.

Literally. I need to go to the toilet now.

As soon as I hear the door open, I walked briskly into what seemed to be a modern living room, a huge space with multiple flat screen televisions and smart devices. It didn't process in my head at that time, the head that was already full of multiple events leading up to where I was— I just needed the toilet.

Just then, I spot what seems to be a toilet. "Bingo." I smile, making a beeline towards it.

And as I turn the knob, a faint smell of shampoo seems to hit me— as if someone had showered in here. I was about to investigate when....—

"Who are you?"

As I turned around, my eyes met with a half naked man.