She's not my type

Chapter Three – “The Call”

Stefflon sat quietly by the window, her fingers brushing over the hem of her only good dress — the same one that had gotten her in trouble. Her twin, Sean, paced the room like a storm cloud, his phone clutched tightly in one hand.“We’re really jobless now,” she muttered, staring into the street like it might offer a solution. “Just like that.”Sean stopped pacing. “We’re not jobless. Not completely.”Stefflon turned to face him. “You want to call *him*, don’t you?”Sean hesitated, then nodded. “He gave us his card. Said to call him if anything came up.”Stefflon scoffed, folding her arms. “And you think he meant that? These rich people hand out favors like candy, but the moment you actually need help, they pretend they don’t know you. You want to go begging to some man who wears suits that cost more than our rent?”Sean looked down at the card again — Ren Hashiro, bold and clean in expensive print. “He didn’t act like the others. He paid for that crazy woman’s dress without blinking. He didn’t have to. Maybe he’s… different.”She raised a brow. “Different?”“Yeah,” Sean said with quiet conviction. “Not all rich people are heartless.”The silence between them stretched long and tense. Then, with a sigh, Stefflon leaned back and said, “Fine. But if he doesn’t pick up or tells you off, I’m saving ‘I told you so’ for the rest of your life.”Sean chuckled and finally dialed.To their shock, the call connected immediately.“Ren Hashiro speaking.” His voice was just as cold, clipped, and powerful as they remembered.Sean cleared his throat. “Uh… sir. It’s Sean. From the restaurant? The one with the—uh—dress incident.”A pause.Then, “Ah. The twins.”“Yes, sir. We… just wanted to thank you. And maybe—uh—see if there’s any way we could work for you. We lost our jobs after that.”Another pause. Then: “Come to my office tomorrow. 9 a.m. Sharp. I don’t offer second chances.”The call ended.Sean blinked. “He… actually wants to see us?”Stefflon grabbed the phone from him. “Wait. Was that his personal line?”They both stared at each other, wide-eyed — then burst into excited laughter.---The next morning came too quickly.Their excitement was dampened by one harsh truth: neither of them owned anything close to corporate clothing. Their lives had never needed blazers or collars. But now? If they were stepping into Hashiro Enterprises, they had to look the part.With what little savings they had left, they scoured a nearby thrift store. Sean found a simple white shirt and gray trousers that barely fit. Stefflon settled on a navy-blue blouse and a fitted black skirt.As they stepped out of the store, still laughing about how awkward they looked trying to walk in “office mode,” fate decided to test them.A sleek black SUV pulled up at the curb. The door opened.Risa.Sean froze. “Isn’t that…?”“Don’t. Move,” Stefflon whispered, pulling him behind a street vendor’s umbrella.Risa stepped out in a fitted beige suit, heels clicking on the pavement. Her eyes scanned the area — too close for comfort.The twins ducked lower.“She didn’t see us,” Sean whispered.“Barely,” Stefflon grinned. “Let’s escape before we get fired before even getting hired.”They slipped away quickly, laughter bubbling between them.As they reached the gates of Hashiro Enterprises, something shifted in Sean’s chest.Maybe this wasn’t just a wild chance.Maybe it was the beginning of something bigger.