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(Before we start i need to tell you that secretary and assistant are different they have their different work field. Secretary works for the whole office while assistant works as a personal.)
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The sound of boot tapping can be heard throughout the whole corridor. As the man walks, his Tom Ford's Custom Loafers clashes with a reflecting Italian marbles resulting to make an echo in that eerily silent corridor. The echo only showed the power he held while walking through the number of the heads bent in respect of him. He makes his way out of the private sector of the airport.
He held the tablet in his left hand that was wrapped around a beautiful "Breguet Grande Complication Marie Antoinette", a beautiful diamond studded watch that only screamed money. His right hand was holding a phone near his ears as he talks to someone over it. The tattoos in his knuckles becomes more prominent and clear as he clutches to the phone.
The little crease in his forehead clearly showed that it is one of the calls related to his work or meetings and that is irritating him a little....a little but still ' irritating '. Besides him is walking his personal assistant, with a pile of files and documents in her hand as she shuffles into them to occasionally give some informations to his boss.
The man has a kind of cold aura around him maybe because of the stern expressions in his face, as he strides towards the exit of the aerodrome. Well who wouldn't be intimidated by such personality, as the man has buff body cladded in 'Stuart Hughes Diamond Edition' Italian suit with an expensive wristwatch and fucking 2 million dollars shoe!!!.
Rich people and their show offs... tch..Just as they exit the aerodrome, he disconnects the call. He put his right hand down and slips his cellphone in his pant pocket. He stood at the waiting area for some more minutes, god knows doing what in his tab. The slightly cool wind slaps through his face and hair. Finally his favourite month is here!!!
After what felt like hours to the assistant, cuz she was the one holding piles of the files, the man turned to pass his tab to his assistant and saw him struggling with the documents. He slowly made his way towards his assistant and took some of the documents in his hand.
"Oh it's alright Mr Jeon, u don't have to, the driver must be here in a minute or two" said his assistant, slightly flustered over the fact that his boss is helping him. Obviously who wouldn't be flustered when we only hear the fact of bosses being cold and rude towards employee, and him being handsome isn't helping at all .
"It's alright Miss Lim, it's not like i don't do my works. It's not gonna hurt me if i hold one or two of them" smiling a little the man said to his assistant and turned again to the road side. Just as he turned, a black 'Maybach excelero' made it's way in front of him.
The black car screamed money and luxury, well believe me the visuals is to die for. Damn why rich people waste their money on things like that. Maybe cuz they have money?!!.Just as he took his step forward his phone ringed again. He took it out and saw the caller ID with a little smile lingering on his lips. He accepted the call and put his phone near his ears. Before anyone could say anything from the other side he told the caller to hold for a minute. He then turned to his driver and said, "Mr cho i would like to drive the car, i have to be somewhere later. So can you please call a chauffeur and drop Miss Lim to her house. And you can go home after that. And miss Lim you can put the documents in the car I'll read them when i reach home."turning a little to his assistant in the end.
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Enticing Melencholy.
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