"You want me to go WHERE?!"

Kurobane Aya looked up from her desk calmly. She was used to this temper by now. She eyed him evenly as his glaring eyes had murdering intent in them. She raised an eyebrow and firmly repeated what she had said. "You are going to an anger management class."

Kirihara Akaya slammed his hands on her desk and narrowed his eyes. She could've sworn that he would go blind if he had narrowed them anymore. "Why… the hell do you want me to take an anger management class?"

"You have issues."

His eyebrow twitched at her calm statement. He was annoyed because she was treating this too calmly. He watched her again and saw her filing her nails and glancing at her desktop to check if she had any new e-mails. "I don't have issues."

"The photographer, make-up artist, hairdresser, journalists and etc… all say that you do." She stood up, picking up a newspaper and threw it at him. "You punched a photographer yesterday and now the headlines are calling you a demon." She pulled a cigarette and lit it. "Akaya, my agency does not tolerate bratty models. You either clean up your act or go to another one," she threatened, exhaling the cigarette as she leaned by the desk.

He was going to snap, but she interrupted.

"Think very carefully of your next sentence, Akaya." She looked at him. "If my agency lets go of you, no other will accept you. Not with the bad press you've been getting lately."

He fisted his hand and knew he was in a clinch. She had set him up, big time. He could've easily walked, but he had worked hard to build his reputation and if he left her, then he'd be screwed because she can easily tarnish it as well. Kurobane Aya was a woman not to be messed with. He looked down with a sigh of defeat. "When do I start?"