Pen Pals

Drink And Think

"Oppa!!!" Emerald's high whiny voice screeched into my ears, though she was a good thirty metres away from me.

I watched as she swayed her hips side to side and held her head high as if she was the fucking queen.

When the fuck did she enter my house?

"Oppa my brother isn't happy. He works on A-Ward Marketing and said his desk was on the right side of the room. He said a very black foreigner got to take the ideal desk he signed up for." She whined at me.

I was supposed to check in on them today, but had other things to do unfortunately. One of them I regretted and that was laying with Emerald. Meh, I will check on them tomorrow.

"Too bad." I said bluntly, whilst I made my way to my bar to pour myself a scotch. I then sat on the orange stool.

"Oppa!" She skretched for the last time. That was it, she striked a damn nerve.

"Get out." I said calmly to her as she followed after me.

"But Oppa, it's not fair-"

"Who are raising you voice to? Get the hell out! Now." I told her sternly trying not to swear at her. I turned around on the stool, stood up and slowly walked towards her.

"Oppa... uh I'm sorry." She bowed.

I continued to walk in her direction as she backed up. She tripped on a step and I fortunately -for her- caught her. She cried out in pain. I carried her to the sofa that was in the hallway. I got an ice pack for her and called Weng to come and check up on her ankle.
Once he arrived he said it was going to be swollen for a few days, but it was going to be fine. He then took her home for me after I told him I was done with her. But before she went I made sure I took the key she had to my penthouse.

Weng was like my personal assistant, just he wasn't, he was actually a physician. He was someone who owed me a favour, but over time we've sort of been there for each other. I'm not saying his my friend, because those I don't have, however we can converse and go out from time to time.

Furthermore, I can't believe I scooped so low. Never in my life I've spoke to such an annoying woman. I just wanted a release at the time and she was there, so I used her and then she stayed. I pity myself greatly.

Was she really in South Korea? Was she really in my company? Was she really on A ward?

I knew it!

I drank a large amount of this bottle, but still I didn't feel hugely tipsy. I got out my phone and called Lee Suk to find out every single piece of information about Hanaiya Vivian Elaine Peters. Maybe I'm more drunk than I thought, because I vowed not to find her again. I failed, because I suspected 23 year old 'Hannah' Peters was her, this new employee, and made sure she had a well maintained apartment in Seoul. I vowed to not let my heart beat faster at the sound or sight of her name. That I had failed terribly, which explains the nine scars on my left breast. However, I will not give a tenth, because this is a challenge I will overcome. Plus this might not even be her.

Did she find me? Was this her plan?

No, because there must be many Hannah Peters, therefore it wasn't her!