The contract with my boss

Chapter 1

Siyeon's Pov

The sun was shining brightly and already warming up quite strongly. Standing by the window with a cup of coffee in my hand, watched from the height of the ninth floor at the people below. Some go to work, some send their children to kindergarten until evening, some go to school. Alone I stand and wait for the clock to be half past nine to go to work. I have a good job. I am an editor for a fairly large fashion magazine. Strange, me and fashion. When I studied at the Faculty of Journalism, I had no idea that I would write and edit articles related to the trends of the season, designers and fashion designers. It didn't interest me. In general, I am not interested in this even now, but the work brings good money. By the way, my colleagues are much more interested in fashion trends, but they are worse with the connection of words. This is probably why they still keep me here.

I finished my coffee and put my cup in the sink and headed for the exit. Half an hour on the road and I'm at work.

At 9 o'clock, the elevator doors opened and threw me and several chick-like young ladies to the fifteenth floor of our office. Despite the fact that I secretly snort contemptuously when I listen to the speech of our head of department that "thanks to us, many women will learn how a real woman should look" and about other supposed benefits that our magazine brings, we have a chic atmosphere. All day long you can hear heels, women's laughter, and the scent of perfume hovers over every table.

My workplace is not like the others. There are no figurines, colored stickers, little things that create glamor or add a touch of style. I just have a laptop, papers, stationery and a cup for coffee and tea.

I am probably considered a bore and very strange. I don't sit in the kitchen with them for two hours, I don't go shopping on weekends, and I don't sparkle the glamorous pink fireworks that is relevant this season.

But I do a good job. I submit the material on time, I am not late and I don't spend my working time on personal matters.

I turned on my laptop and headed into the kitchen to pour coffee. There the young ladies were already crowding together and talking about something, for sure, very important. But I didn't listen to this clucking and mentally hummed a song. I woke up when I was slightly tugged at the shirt.

- Siyeon, what do you think?" I turned around. Seven pairs of eyes stared at me and waited for an answer.

- Um ... About what? "I did not listened to the whole conversation and had no idea what they wanted from me.

- Well, about the place of the head of the department.

- Which department?

- Siyeon! Do you know what's going on at all?" Somin asked angrily, probably the cutest representative of this group.

- Apparently not. And what about miss Bom?" I stared uncomprehendingly into Somin's eyes.

- She leaves in a month. And soon they will start looking for someone to take her place.

- She's quitting? I didn't know, "I drawled.

- You never know anything," Somin answered and sat down at the table.

- That's for sure. I remember how the head of the sales department changed, and Siyeon wondered where Sorn was and why some Yeeun had been answering instead of her for a week now, " Eunbin giggled.

This is my reputation. I see nothing, hear nothing. In general, the girls are all good, although intelligence is not their strongest side.

I walked over to my table. Place of the head of the editorial department. That sounds interesting. I knew, secretly from the accounting department, what Park Bom's salary was. And this is a very good figure. It would be useful to me.