One good thing about giving a statement to the police: it gives a person plenty of time to come up with a plan. The answer is so obvious, Ami had laughed when the answer occurred to her. The only issue is how to get in. So, after extracting herself from the police officers, she goes to meet her favorite person in the entire world. President and CEO Lee Illhoon, her Servant.
"Is he in," Ami asks the moment she walks around the corner of the office building. The secretary jumps up, confused, but rallies quickly.
"Aniyo. Do you have an appointment?"
"He's expecting me."
Ami goes for the office door, but the secretary is quick. In a flash, she's out from behind her desk and blocking Ami's path.
"I'm afraid he's busy at the moment. If you'd care to make an appointment?"
"I would not," Ami replies, trying to move around her. The secretary throws out her arms, further blocking her path.
Ami crosses her arms, giving the woman a quick scan. She's probably in her mid-thirties, well dressed though not designer, with a simple gold band shining on her left hand. No pretensions. No nonsense. No attempts at grandeur. A good choice for a secretary, if a little annoying right now.
"You must be new."
The woman smiles softly, though with an unmistakable hint of condescension. "I've been here four years, actually."
"Jinjja," Ami exclaims, genuinely stunned.
She's mentally counting the years in her head when the office door pops open. A tall man in his late forties, dressed impeccably in a black suit marred only slightly by an unfortunately bright yellow tie, steps halfway out.
"Secretary Kim, could you..." he trails off when he spots her, a small smile growing. "Go Ami?"
"Abba!"
She rushes forward and wraps her arms around his waist. He chuckles, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.
"Sir?"
"Ah, it's alright Secretary Kim. This is my daughter."
"I didn't know you had another -" she cuts herself off, covering her impertinence with a cough. She bows quickly to Ami. "Joesong haeyo."
"Nothing to apologize for, Secretary Kim. You didn't know." Abba elbows Ami in the back. "Now you apologize, Go Ami."
"What did I do?"
"I'm sure you were rudely indifferent toward my Secretary."
Ami scoffs. "I was not."
"It's quite alright, President! She doesn't need-"
"Yes, she does."
He stares at Ami expectantly and her shoulders slump.
"Mianhaeyo," Ami mutters, throwing in a sideways bow for extra flavor.
"I suppose that will do," he says, stepping aside. As Ami's heading in, he tells Secretary Kim to reschedule his ten o'clock conference call.
"Ne, President Lee," the woman answers, bowing as he shuts the door.
Ami circles the large office, gently touching everything she remembers. Aside from the seating area, there's a floor to ceiling bookshelf along one wall stuffed to the point of exploding, a moderately sized bar cart filled with assorted clear and amber liquids, all visually leading to the simple modern desk where President Lee's placard sparkles on top.
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I'm Your Only Hope
Fanfiction"Aish," Hoseok mutters. "Was that necessary?" "Yes. He was threatening you." "That's not what I-" "Nobody touches you," Go Ami interrupts aggressively, glancing back down the empty alley. "Nobody." "Except you?" Ami frowns and turns back to him. "Eh...
