Ino angrily stalked behind Sasuke as he marched inside the restaurant. The straw that broke the camel's back was when he walked inside and let the door slam in Ino's face. She violently threw the door open and startled the petite , red headed hostess. She gave the teen a tight smile before joining Sasuke in the coat check. She threw her jacket at the pimple faced,lanky, brunette teen . The young man's face was contorted in love sickness as he smelled it.

Sasuke and Ino were seated at an isolated, corner table by a trembling hostess. Her demeanor only seemed to irritate them farther. The pair quickly ordered and the hostess scampered away to place them.

"I did not agree to this! You said this arrangement would boost my career, " Ino hissed.

"Lower your voice!"

"Ill be as loud as I want you disgusting bastard!" she began," who do you think you are?!"

"I can't believe I signed up to help you ruin someone as sweet as Hinata, who is almost five months pregnant with your child!"

"You will never walk a run way again, if I have anything to do with it!" he growled.

" Oh,so you're gonna ruin my reputation, too?"Ino hissed viciously.

"What are you, some fucking saint?" he began, " A few weeks ago you were willing to ruin her for a few magazine spreads."

"I can't do this!" Ino sobbed.

A deadly calm settled over Sasuke's features as a smartly dressed waitress delivered their meals. She trembled as she spoke, sending her regards from Chef Tanaka. Sasuke curtly dismissed the girl with an arrogant wave of his hand. She walked away, shaking with fear and her eyes brimming with tears. Ino glared at Sasuke.

"If you're not willing to continue with this, there are younger, thinner models more than willing to help me," he said calmly with an acidic edge.

Ino took a deep breath to steady her nerves before looking looking at the raven haired man again. Her cerulean eyes narrowed as an internal battle waged . One part of her was deeply disturbed by what she was thinking about doing. The other, quite frankly, didn't give a damn. Before she could think the words flew from her lips.

"I'll do it," she whispered softly.

Sasuke learned toward her cocking his ear in her direction. Ino glared at him.

"I-I'll do it,"Ino said a little louder.

Sasuke took a sip of wine before slicing into his steak and taking a bite. As he chewed, his eyes glimmered with renewed malice.

"Good afternoon,Ms. Nakamura. I am Aya Namura and I will. be conducting your interview today,"she said with a brilliant smile.

"Nice to meet you Ms.Namura,"Sakura answered.

" If you'll follow me please, we will be conducting your interview right away," Ms.Namura said.

The young lady led her to a small with an expensive looking wooden desk and two, leather swivel chairs. The lady motioned for Sakura to sit while she took the chair closest to the window. Sakura say opposite her, noticing how young she looked. Her appearance was pristine from her mani

-cured nails to her custom tailored skirt suit and Louis Vuitton platforms. It was her attitude that was horrible.

"Ms. Nakamura, would you mind telling me about your experience with Taka Cleaning Company?" she asked curtly.

"Of course, " Sakura said, pushing her glasses farther up her nose bridge and adjusting the shoulder bag.

The conversation that followed was stiff. The formalities between then made the air in the room thick with silent tension. It was as if they were arguing. The woman would fire off questions and Sakura quickly answered. After about 45 minutes like this, the woman looked at her tensely before announcing that she had the job.

"Ms. Nakamura, our will be needing your services tonight. I'll have your uniform delivered to your address at 4 p.m today, " she began, " You will have to report to this address this evening at 7 p.m sharp."

" Will there be a bonus for short notice?" Sakura asked.

"I will give our client a courtesy call on your behalf. You will receive a call from me at 4:30 today. "

"Thank you. I appreciate it," Sakura answered.

"No problem, you have a good day ," she answered sharply.

The woman handed Sakura her documents and escorted her to the waiting area. Sakura left the small office space with her papers messily stuffed inside her purse.Her painted pink lips spread into a wide, triumphant smile.

Before heading home ,Sakura sent a brief text.

Phase 1: Done