^tori•model^

A few days ago, you applied for a position as an administrator for a very famous model in Norway and some parts of England.

The response came almost a week later, but you were eventually accepted because the other candidates were not very suitable.

When you met Tori, you thought you would get along, at least that's what you thought (what a lie!). Tord constantly asked you to bring him coffee or food, or to put his feet on your back. It was exhausting, but you really needed the money.

You're very tired. Cake asked you for coffee, and you accidentally added more coffee than sugar. When you gave it to her, she spat in your face.

Tori: What is this disgusting thing?! Are you trying to poison me?!

He crossed his arms on the chair and glared at you angrily.