Translation
Der Teufel trägt Prada ---> Naruto styl
even America was looking for a new receptionist?
He didn't really know himself about the world of the rich and beautiful from Tenten's gossip sheets. He knew about the house.
And he had already driven past him a few times. It was a huge building with lots of windows and all of them had either pink or rose curtains.
Otherwise, these two colors also seemed to shape the corporate image.
And he also knew who this tsunad was. She was one of the richest women in the world and owned several villas. He had also heard that she was supposed to be a tough business woman who didn't show mercy.
The training under her was certainly tough, very tough, but if you can do it there you can do it all over the world."Oh, they're looking for a new runner again. I'm already sorry for the poor."
Said the old man and glanced at his watch. "Oh no, it's so late now, but I have to go but have something to do."
And before Neji could say anything, the old man was gone. Only the money that he had put on the table before he disappeared testified to his presence.
> Cosmic encounter! The man is strange in itself. he thought to himself.
Neji, watching the rising sun, grabbed the newspaper and his coffee.
Before he ran to his taxi, he turned his head one more time in the direction of the kiosk.
“There's money on the table,” he called to Fred, the owner.
"Yes, yes and now make that you come away." He replied and made a waving movement with his hand.
Neji shook his head slightly and disappeared in the direction of the taxi.
When he was seated on the driver's seat he threw the newspaper on the seat next to him and placed the still hot coffee on the dashboard.He leaned back briefly and sighed.
Ever since he'd read the Vivaldie fashion ad, one thought had struck him.
After a few seconds of pondering, he decided to pay his cousin, Hinata, a little visit before the shift started.
He took the coffee back in his hand and put it to his mouth. Before he could swallow the hot brown liquid, he had already blown everything out again.
The old man was right again. The stuff really tasted like oil.
End of prologue
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So my dear ones, this is a little story of me that actually came about more or less out of boredom.
But a good six months ago, so for a very long time.
I think it was on our graduation trip when I put the text for the prologue on paper. We had a 6 hour drive ahead of us with some traffic jams.And at night nobody closed an eye anyway.
So I mostly wrote when we were caught in the boys' room and "locked" in the room.
I typed it in on the second day after the graduation trip.
I have never uploaded it but I don't know why.
So if someone is interested I will continue to write if not then not ^^
I'm happy about clerks ^^
Lg ankoka
He didn't really know himself about the world of the rich and beautiful from Tenten's gossip sheets. He knew about the house.
And he had already driven past him a few times. It was a huge building with lots of windows and all of them had either pink or rose curtains.
Otherwise, these two colors also seemed to shape the corporate image.
And he also knew who this tsunad was. She was one of the richest women in the world and owned several villas. He had also heard that she was supposed to be a tough business woman who didn't show mercy.
The training under her was certainly tough, very tough, but if you can do it there you can do it all over the world."Oh, they're looking for a new runner again. I'm already sorry for the poor."
Said the old man and glanced at his watch. "Oh no, it's so late now, but I have to go but have something to do."
And before Neji could say anything, the old man was gone. Only the money that he had put on the table before he disappeared testified to his presence.
> Cosmic encounter! The man is strange in itself. he thought to himself.
Neji, watching the rising sun, grabbed the newspaper and his coffee.
Before he ran to his taxi, he turned his head one more time in the direction of the kiosk.
“There's money on the table,” he called to Fred, the owner.
"Yes, yes and now make that you come away." He replied and made a waving movement with his hand.
Neji shook his head slightly and disappeared in the direction of the taxi.
When he was seated on the driver's seat he threw the newspaper on the seat next to him and placed the still hot coffee on the dashboard.He leaned back briefly and sighed.
Ever since he'd read the Vivaldie fashion ad, one thought had struck him.
After a few seconds of pondering, he decided to pay his cousin, Hinata, a little visit before the shift started.
He took the coffee back in his hand and put it to his mouth. Before he could swallow the hot brown liquid, he had already blown everything out again.
The old man was right again. The stuff really tasted like oil.
End of prologue
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So my dear ones, this is a little story of me that actually came about more or less out of boredom.
But a good six months ago, so for a very long time.
I think it was on our graduation trip when I put the text for the prologue on paper. We had a 6 hour drive ahead of us with some traffic jams.And at night nobody closed an eye anyway.
So I mostly wrote when we were caught in the boys' room and "locked" in the room.
I typed it in on the second day after the graduation trip.
I have never uploaded it but I don't know why.
So if someone is interested I will continue to write if not then not ^^
I'm happy about clerks ^^
Lg ankoka