Dark Purple Rose [YiZhan FF]

Chapter 1

The 28-year-old Filipino Isko stood in front of the new building, which contains a small café, a hairdresser and a few offices, and looked thoughtfully at the business sign. This was not his first time here. In fact, he had been here almost every day for the last two weeks. But it was only today that he came here alone. On the other days, he accompanied his boss. Although he only called her that on the outside. In his mind, he only called her "bitch" or "witch" or even "crazy slut" and... "Have you been waiting long?" Isko was torn from his thoughts. He turned around, looked at the 26-year-old Xiao Zhan, who had obviously come back from his lunch break and was smiling friendly as always, and shook his head quickly.

"Um, no sir. I just got here." Isko replied, nervously tugging at the new black suit his boss had given him that morning, which didn't fit properly.

"Okay. Without your boss today?" Xiao Zhan asked, still smiling kindly.

"I'm um... I'm alone. My... boss" Isko pronounced the word boss as disgustedly as he could "... can't make it today. An appointment got in the way."

"Okay good. Shall we go in then?" Zhan pressed his thumb on the fingerprint sensor next to the front door and with a soft click, the door opened. Zhan stood to the side of the door and let Isko walk past him. Isko looked at him briefly as he entered, turned red in the face and hurried ahead to the office door on the same floor.

Zhan pressed his thumb on the fingerprint sensor next to his office door again, a soft buzz sounded and the door opened. Zhan stepped in to his modern, mostly white-furnished office and Isko followed him. The reception area was empty. Sia, his receptionist, who is also his assistant, had a day off today. Zhan had given her the day off because she was getting married in a few weeks and had to go to the second fitting of her wedding dress today and she had an appointment with her fiancé at the confectioner's, where they wanted to make a final decision about the design and flavor of the wedding cake.

"Please sit down." Zhan said as he walked into his office with Isko. Isko sat down, Zhan took off his jacket, hung it on the clothes rack and then sat down as well. "So, what brings you here today? Does your boss have any more ideas she wants me to incorporate into the design?" He asked.