chiaroscuro. 「 kth 」

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A butterfly effect. One thing changes, no matter how tiny that change is, the outcome can either be destructive or constructive. And so, everything is of significance.

You're an epitome of a perfectionist, an art lover with a very minimalist taste since you like that "clean" concept. You like exploring varieties of everything, appreciating only what falls under that minimalist category since you're very strict to your taste. To sum it all up, you are a sophisticated woman with a very expensive taste. Well...... that's how you wish you'd be seen because in actuality, you're nowhere near that kind of woman.

You're currently living in a very small apartment, trying to keep up with the rent charges the landlady puts on your shoulders every month. You don't have a stable job and you're currently applying for at least 5 open internship positions. Think of it as part-timing. Rather that an expensive, sophisticated woman, you wake up this morning on the couch with your clothes on from yesterday. "Ah, shit. I forgot to shower," you sigh to yourself as you get up to look at the time.

8:00. You realize you're late for your interview and so you didn't even bother to shower again, slipped some sandals on and just stormed out of the apartment with your flannel and your jeans. The venue for your interview was 2 streets away and you can't even manage to find a cab to take you there. The interview starts at exactly 8:00 and you're now running 5 minutes late just because you're still waiting for a cab to pass by.

And finally you think, fuck it. On impulse, you start running. The sole of your sandals suddenly started falling off, causing you to trip. You now have this wound on the side of your right cheek, just near the corner of your mouth. But because of the adrenaline, you can't feel anything and just took your sandals off to keep on running.

Finally, you arrive at the building. You take the elevator to the 6th floor. You looked like a big mess. You were still bare-footed, and your sandals hanging by your 2 fingers. You also had this massive bed head situation. But you couldn't care less since you were already 20 minutes late. As you were about to open the door of the room, someone calls your attention from behind.

You turn around and you see a very stunning lady clad in all black formal wear. Just from the way she stands, the amount of sophistication that radiates started to overwhelm you and you suddenly remember your physical condition.

"I'm guessing you're Ms. y/n?" she said in a very deep voice and her strong scent enveloped the atmosphere.

"Oh, yeah... I mean yes, I am that person." you said nervously, trying to avoid contact because somehow you're starting to feel insecure. She lets out a small chuckle and her smile is one of the most beautiful things you've seen. Her red lipstick matched perfectly with her pearly whites and a small dimple formed on her left cheek.

"I figured since you're the only one who I didn't get to interview." she seems so friendly with that smile of hers, you thought. But then again there was this sinister feeling behind it. "Come inside."

As you come before the room, the first thing you notice was that the room was painted white. It was precisely cleaned since the walls and the floor were spotless. There was a desk and a chair in front of the desk. There were also some fake plants placed near the desk and it was aesthetically pleasing. And then it hits you; this was the kind of woman you've always wanted to become. Rich and poise with an elegant taste. Beauty was out of the question but this woman even got that criteria.

When she gestured toward the chair, asking you to sit down, you then realized that your dirty feet would stain the door so you got embarrassed and stayed still before the room, not even daring to go through that doorway. There was just silence until you heard her coming toward you. You look up and you see her reaching her hand forward, trying to initiate a shake of hands. You took her hand and with her honey-like voice she says, "You're starting next week."

"Wait, what about the interview?" You asked, super confused. "When you refused to enter the room, it showed how much you knew your place." her friendly smile turned into a smirk. "You seem to know your limits and that's what I'm looking for if you're going to have to work for me."

After hearing those cocky words come out of those delicate lips, you immediately changed what you thought about this lady. This lady is going to be your new boss and judging from her bratty princess attitude, you were not going to enjoy this work experience.