'Noted. Boss.' (GirlxGirl) (BossxIntern)

Chapter 9 - Bittersweet

*Song: Crashing by ILLENIUM & Bahari*

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Her place is freaking massive. I didn't really take a good look last time. Now I notice, next to her living room, there's even a patio with sunbathing loungers.

A flat is an understatement. This is a penthouse.

'This is officially my career goal.' I say in admiration.

'Glad to know you have such a substantial goal.' She teases as she takes off her heels. 'Well, what do you want to drink? I've got some red wine and scotch.'

'Um, the cheaper one is fine. I don't want to drink to your bankruptcy.' I can tell by basically her everything that she has an expensive taste of alcohol as well.

She smirks, 'Please, like I'm gonna let that happen. I'm only offering in repayment of your red bean soup.'

'Okay, then red wine.' I need something less strong to keep my head in the game. 'I never asked you how you thought about the soup.'

'It's actually not terrible after I got used to the taste.' She shrugs and pours out two glasses of wine, gently swirling the glasses to decant.

'See? I didn't poison you.' I sink into the sofa, and Cherry jumps out of nowhere, starting to rub me with her head.

I look up and notice there's a cigar box and an ashtray on the corner of the TV shelf.

'Do you smoke?' I ask curiously.

'No.' She answers with clear disgust on her face, 'Do you?'

'No.' I reply hastily. 'I mean, I rarely do, only for socialising purposes.'

'Okay. One of my most important rules—never smoke around me, not even for socialising purposes.'

She comes and folds her long legs on the sofa, resting her left arm on the back pillows, facing me.

'And you should quit, nonetheless. It's bad for your health.'

She glimpses at the cigar box and ashtray, 'Those aren't mine. They're my father's.'

I open my mouth, but she raises her hand to stop me from speaking, 'No more questions. I didn't let you in so that you can interrogate me.'

'Then, what do you feel like talking about?'

She glances at me curtly, 'Tell me about you.'

Her face is unfazed, I can't tell if she's really interested or not.

'What do you want to know? I have my background info on the CV already.' I say slyly.

'I know. Ugh, your biography basically said you're a smart Indian-Spanish ass who came all the way from Singapore to become an event manager. How could we refuse you?' She rolls her eyes in amusement.

'So you know me quite well, I see.' I joke.

'Yeah, right.' She rolls her eyes again, 'Tell me something that's not on the paper then.'

'Like what?'

'How about...your love life?' She suddenly looks all serious, 'How did you come out?'

It catches me off guard. I didn't think she'd be interested in love-related topics, and I never mentioned anything about coming out.

My facial expression must've given me away as she says, 'I figured you must've come out at some point since you're so...comfortable with it.'