DESCRIPTION: Rosé was your boss, but you were terrified of her.
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Park Chaeyoung,
a name that often sent spikes of pure intimidation rattling down your spine. Someone that you could only describe as profound luxury and success takes the place of YG entertainment's CEO. Rosè, her preferred name, is a symbol of power—seizing the business world and cultivating a brand for herself that everyone would soon recognize,
And she was your boss.
With such a prestigious person being your executive, you'd think you would admire Rosé greatly. You did, in a way. But, being a mere intern with no authority you never saw her; adding to the mystery of her existence as you pondered—but also feared—what she was like. You've overheard tales of her cutthroat temperament and willing to fire anyone on the spot. It only made your knees wobble visualizing it. People frequently compared her to the devil, hellish in what she expected from her employees every day. This—apart from the zeros in your salary—made you slightly relieved you were an intern. You primarily ran errands, took coffee orders, and got food. It was easy but boring as you soon came to understand. Sometimes you wished for a promotion to fall at your feet, but that meant you had to go through Rosé. The thought of perpetually having to deal with similar trauma discouraged you from your actual dream position in YG, which was a business manager. Your hopeful outcome was a job extremely close to Rosé's and knowing she'd fire you for the smallest errors almost had you give up. Nevertheless, your determination restrained you, choosing to put your years of expensive college into good use.
You'd been an intern for a while, edging at almost a year now. Mingling with your hopefully future coworkers and memorizing their coffee orders was more on the enjoyable side. Lisa, in particular, was one of your good friends. You got her the same coffee every day, an Americano with milk. You look forward to talking to her since she often complained about the copious piles of work Rosé gave her. She weirdly seemed close to the hellish boss, only referring to her as 'Rosie' or 'Chaeng' like they were good friends. Even if you haven't asked, you knew Lisa had Rosé figured out in some way. But, you haven't gotten your finger on it yet; Lisa didn't look afraid like her coworkers, she seems more like Rosè's friend than anything.
Lisa asked for her usual today, but with the addition of iced coffee. You raised an eyebrow looking at the text while doing your typical routine of asking everyone's order, but you didn't question it ultimately. Carrying one more cup of coffee than usual was a hard task you didn't think would be, but it soon subsided as you delt everyone's orders through the building. You were finally left with Lisa's. You shuffled up the stairs and knocked gently on Lisa's office, a soft "come in" muffled through the door.
