|For the people who have everything|
If the world is separated in 7 continents the business world is only separated with how much money, influence and respect you have under your name.
For these people - money is the least of their worries, money is gained as easy as it's lost but respect and influence and resources that are hard to come by - which is why these people have cultured their family names as one of the respectable people around the business.
That is until - the black sheep's of the those families decided they don't give a flying fuck about what their parent's have build - the respect, the empire, the glory of it all.
None of it matters to them.
Here enters: Mont Sinclair's Business and Arts Academy
...
"Academy? I'm 21" Jisoo Kim exhales in exhaustion
"I have given you all of my patience - this time you really reached the end of my line"
"I'm not going! I'm fucking leaving" The raven haired heiress throws one more glare to her father before standing up the plush sofa from his office
"Walk out that door and you're renouncing all your entitlement to my fortune"
Jisoo stopped dead in her tracks, "That's fucking low of you"
"I'm doing this for you"
"Bullshit! If mom was here-"
"-but she isn't!" her father had cut him off with a sharp tone
"Because you drove her to kill herself!" Jisoo shouted back, "I wish you were the one that died instead of her"
...
"Dad, no - please"
"No more buts, no more please - I have given you more than enough time to fix yourself"
"This is for those loonie kids" Chanyeol Park is adamant on getting out of this
"My decision is final - your sister will join you"
"What?" Chaeyoung Park bolted up right on her seat, "Why me? I never did anything"
"It's not a punishment, it's like a training for my future heirs"
"You can train me here! Why do I have to join him in his punishment" Chaeyoung whines
"Him - is your twin brother and need I remind you that you knew what he was up to and you didn't bother tell me"
"But..."
"No buts! Mont Sinclair would be good for you two"
Chaeyoung throws a death glare to her brother
...
"Will wipe that stupid smirk out of your face!" Mr. Manoban bellowed
Lisa Manoban had the gall to lift her feet up in her father's coffee table, "What do you want now?"
"You need to learn respect young lady"
"And you need to realize that I don't really care"
"Your mom and I have agreed to cut off your allowance so you can learn to fend for yourself" Mr. Manoban removed her daughter's feet from his table, "Or..."
"Or what?" Lisa narrowed her eyes at her father, he was always so insufferable - maybe that's why her mom left and remarried
"Or you attend this" The real estate tycoon handed her daughter a pamphlet saying Mont Sinclair's Business and Arts Academy
