Y/N was currently sitting in her office, doing some paperwork, when an announcement came.
"Due to an intranet issue there is heavy foot traffic in the building. To prevent any accidents, please stop working and wait for instructions from you designated Reaper. Thank you."
Y/N sighed, this was so frustrating. She stopped what she was doing and walked to the directors office. The director already sat at her table waiting.
"I was waiting for you."
Y/N walked into the middle of the room.
"You could have called me."
The director looked at Y/N with a blank expression. Y/N looked at her, realizing what she said.
"Right."
She couldn't call her because of the virus.
"You could have just teleported."
The director closed her eyes, probably cursing in her mind. She annoyingly sighed.
"The whole company is a mess, because of this damn virus."
"We should have a backup system, in case this happens a second time."
She nodded.
"You're right. Be so good Y/N and ask around if any team needs help. I think they would be really thankful for two more hands to help."
Y/N nodded.
"Of course, director."
- -
Y/N spend the whole day walking around, helping in multiple areas, the director was right, Jumadeung was a mess. Being a Reaper was hard but the things she experienced today were something else. She walked into her office, tired and exhausted, but relieved that she was done for today, when she found the director in her office.
A bunch of files were laying on her desk and Y/N already knew what was about to come."No."
"I've been doing this for the whole day and these files just keep on coming. Please, help me, my arm hurts so much."
Y/N looked at the director, who held her arm in her directon, pretending she was in pain, sometimes she was just like a child. Y/n closed her eyes.
"Fine."
She walked to her table and started working. The director looked happy with her accomplishment.
"I owe you."
Y/N looked at her, just annoyed with her for dragging her into this.
"Go. Before I decide differently."
The director blew her a kiss and teleported.
- -
Two hours have passed and Y/N was still sitting at her desk, a glass and a bottle of whiskey next to her, still stamping papers. She really did not want to do this anymore, but it still was better, than starring at the ceiling for the whole night. Y/N had struggles sleeping, memories of her past life still hunting her. Suddenly a knock at her office door. She looked surprised.
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Red String of Fate
Fanfiction"Pain is the essence of life. It's a living human's fate to struggle and move forward in spite of that pain." Park Joong-Gil