you just couldn’t escape him. izumi sena. whether knowingly or not your managers seemed to always get you the same jobs. even now—they had somehow managed to book the same luxurious hotel rooms right across from each other much to izumi’s annoyance and your irritation.

“what’re you doing here?” he spat.

“i’m getting breakfast before a shoot, i could ask you the same…” this made him laugh cruelly.

“good luck. heaven knows you’ll need it.”