I'm currently sitting at the back seat of the car, looking through emails at my laptop as the driver takes me to the company. I bet there are already reporters and paparazzi at the entrance waiting for me. I swear, they don't know their boundaries.

After a few minutes, we've finally arrive at the company. I glance outside through the window and my guess was pot on. The guards are serving as a barrier, preventing the reporters and paparazzi from getting any closer to the vehicle. As soon as I exit the car, they begin to take pictures and hold out a mic, asking me questions I do not want to answer.

I simply ignore them and begin to make my way towards the company, not wanting to be in this situation. But before I could walk inside the lobby, a girl manages to make it through the guards but trips in front of me. She is holding a microphone so I assumed she is a reporter. The guards was about to move her out of the way but I signaled them to stop. I study her features for a moment before speaking in a stern tone.

"Don't you know it's rude to get in someone's way."