“What’s that?” The girl said walking towards the
door.
She grabbed the note and opened it.
“Oh My Goodness! It’s Joonmy’s phone number
and autograph. He has the journal? What does
that mean? Who cares? I have Joonmy’s phone
number!” She squealed.
She looked around to see if any one was around
and placed it in her purse.
The girls had no luck at the management
company.