The contract with my boss

Chapter 14

After the terms of the contract were "fulfilled", life returned to normal. More or less. Partially. Almost a month has passed since that evening. Not to say that I didn't try to contact her. I tried, and more than once. I called, even came to her home when her mom was not in the city.

Bora seemed to have disappear. And to be honest, I didn't like it. I have wondered more than once, why am I looking for her? What do I want to tell her? What do I want to ask other than "what the hell"? But despite this, I continued to look for a meeting with her all this time.

I sat with miss Kim, presenting her with a preliminary version of the issue. And it took me all my composure to ask, with an almost indifferent face, how Bora was doing. Fortunately, the boss did not suspect anything wrong, so she easily answered:

- She recently left to her relatives in Europe, everything is fine. Have you not forgotten that the anniversary of the magazine is coming soon and it is necessary to prepare lists of awards?" Immediately forgetting about my question, asked she.

Anniversary of the magazine. Every year, all employees celebrate the company's "birthday", and this time the 10th anniversary threatened to be a grandiose event. I do not like such events, therefore, being previously in a second-rate position, no one really noticed my absence. But this time it was necessary to be. Moreover, it was necessary to take a seat at the table of the "superiors".

- Yes I remember. Already done." I nodded.

- Excellent. In general, you understand, these two columns are to be altered, this block is slightly enlarged and printed.

- Understood.

- That's all, you can go.

I left the office, wondering how long ago Bora had left. But obviously not a month ago. While I was walking to the workplace, my brain was probably tired of constant reflections, so when I sat down on a chair, the first thought was "why am I doing this?".

No, really, why am I trying to find her if she doesn't want to? Obviously, if she wanted to see me, she would at least called. Is my pride so crushed that I will sit and wait for her to deign to talk to me? And in general, why is this all? I will not be able to tell her about the contract with her mother, and if she finds out, then that will be not good. And she is unlikely to believe in my explanations, that "it was all for good purposes, I did not know that I will love ... that I will like you." Who will believe it? Only heroes of melodramas. I must do something, I must throw it out of my head and move on.

In two weeks Gahyeon is scheduled for the first operation, she and my mother will go abroad, there should be enough money for living and treatment. But this is only the first operation. I need to work, and not be distracted by all sorts of girls.

The day of the celebration approached imperceptibly, I plunged headlong into work and realized that a celebration was planned in the evening, only because of the buzzing of girls in all corners of the office. It seems to me that only I worked that day. The others kept discussing what to wear.

And at seven o'clock I walked with Yoohyeon into the restaurant. The second floor was completely rented for us. Lots of already set tables with snow-white tablecloths. So snow-white that I began to worry about my eyesight.

The hostess girl, having learned our names, led us to the tables. I looked with pity at the retreating friend and sat down in my place. Other workers were already there, they greeted me joyfully, A few minutes later, the rest of the guests of our table came up. There were five people at the big round table, including me. Department leadership. A little to the side of us was a table for the main superiors. Where investors, sponsors and miss Kim were supposed to sit. By half-past seven the hall was full. I glanced around the audience lazily, amazed at how many of the girls tried their best to look good. I had almost finished my glass of champagne until I looked to the end of the room, because everyone was whispering and staring exactly there. A couple of last sips of sparkling wine went up my nose, and I coughed. Miss Kim walked along a small corridor formed by the space between the tables, standing in two long rows, and next to her, head-to-head, Bora. They looked incredible. Dark blue dresses to match, only for the boss it was longer and covered more, while for Bora it was shorter and more open. Both have blonde hair gathered in high hairstyles, bright lipstick that emphasized the whiteness of their teeth, and ... legs. I immediately remembered how those legs wrapped around my hips. Therefore, the champagne did not stay in my mouth.