Breaking the Barriers • BrightWin

Twelve

Breach

"Take a seat," Mew politely ordered, gesturing to Win and Gun the empty seats opposite to his desk. He gave a nod and walked over to the room as well making his way to his swivel chair. Sitting down, he let out a heavily loaded breath and put his hands into a clasp and smiled excitedly. "I've made up my mind."

Once they're both seated, he cleared his throat and spoke up. "I assigned Win in the graphic design team and Gun will be on the marketing team."

Both Win and Gun's eyes widened a little then blinked rapidly the moment they heard that. It was beyond them. They were bare and had no skills whatsoever. They could be good errand boys or could just carry out simple tasks, they thought in unison.

"That's too much, Mew. We don't have any cre—" Gun tried to protest.

Mew chuckled. "Don't worry about that. Actually, I value skills more than traditional formal credentials; character over a piece of paper. What could those who got an academic degree with zero ability bring to my company?"

Win just watched him in silence. Admittedly, it was tempting, but he really was astounded at the kind gesture that he felt like he was in a dream. He studied him for a moment, trying to figure out if he was real. He snapped out his thoughts, feeling ridiculed by it.

"And if you're really worried, someone—" Mew abruptly stopped, shaking his head when he remembered something. "Uh- no. I mean, I can offer you a scholarship."

Win tried to find his words for a few seconds and when he opened his mouth to respond, Mew was quick to add his statement.

"Lastly, if you're worried that you have a job. It can take place anytime and any place, depending on your convenience and availability."

With a nervous sigh, Win watched his hands as he fidgeted, a bit surprised and confused. His heart felt like it was going to stop as he was indeed over the moon.

"D-Does it require any other digital assistant? I don't know how to use gadgets." Win shyly asked, slightly stammering.

"That's fine. I will send Gulf to you. He's in the industrial department but he can help you two out."

Mew then guided them out to his office to tour them around on their respective floors. As they walked over the hallway, they spotted Gulf on the corner.

"Why don't you show them around?" Mew suggested, his tone shifted into a professional one.

"Sure, sir." Gulf simply replied.

Bright wiggled in his seat every now and then, struggling to concentrate on the presentation projected on the screen in front. He had a board meeting but here he was, his mind wandered among the stars. He couldn't help himself but blush a bit every single minute Win passed in his head but nonetheless tried to not show his sudden nerves he hardly ever had during meetings.

"Uh- Mr. Chivaaree, the presentation's done." His secretary whispered, voice slightly trembling in fear as she tried getting his boss' attention.

That made Bright snapped out and realized he had been so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice it had already ended. He cleared his throat, now smearing his face with a serious expression — the usual look he presented whenever he's at work.

He turned towards the presenter, raising a single eyebrow. "Hmm?"

"Do you think it will be enough, sir?" A voice came over from the presenters. "It wasn't very detailed but—"