Pen Pals

Head Down

Brianós was indeed a flirt. Why not have some fun? I'm young and the world is sad, therefore my spare time should be filled with entertainment.

"How long is your natural hair?" He asked.

"You'll see one day, or real soon shall I say." I smiled as he playfully rolled his eyes. "Don't roll your eyes at me." I said dryly.

"Yes miss Peters." He chuckled. "Oh my Goodness! That's a Koenigsegg CCXR, that's like $4.8 million dollars, imagine how much more it would be in Korean currency!!" He exclaimed, excitedly like a child at a toy shop or me, a sweet-tooth at a candy shop.

"I'm not good with cars, but were you speaking about the silver sports car?" I wondered.

"Yeah. I think that beautiful piece of art belonged to our CEO. Rumour has it that he doesn't just have a limo or HUV driver, but has a little collection of cars that he likes to show off, time to time. People have rode with him in his limo and HUV, obviously, however those 'babies' he's got a hold of, no one has shared a ride with him. If i was him I think I would be prestige the same way." Explained Brianós as if he was in dreamland.

I just chuckled as I lightly hit his arm, telling him it's not that deep and how a car is just a car, but he transformed into a philosopher, lecturing me as to why and how I was wrong. I pretended to go along with what he was saying as we continued our walk to a nearby cafe. Last night we agreed to visit this place before we headed to work, which I thought was quite generous as well. The cafe was small, but cute and filled with pastel colours. I ordered a combined mint and green tea, whilst he got a dark mocha. Being the woman I was I obviously didn't allow him to pay, but it always pleases me when the other offers. After spending a good half hour getting to know each other, we headed to work.

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When opening up my computer I had emails upon emails and even more on top of that. Wherever this mass of work came from was ridiculously unfair. Not to mention twenty minutes in my arrival some delivery woman -the same short, rude woman who once cursed me underneath her breath, wanting me to get fired-, plopped down a huge chunk of papers on my desk. The damn thing was bigger than the Lords Of The Rings book and the bible combined. Karma is a bitch, and my mouth was the fault of it. The amount of work I had was over a few months worth. *SIGH*

Well instead of ranting or complaining I was warned that the work would become hefty, plus I get really good pay, and if I did overtime I would get bonuses. Time to crack on with it then. from tomorrow i'll be bringing in extra bottles of water, mint/green teas, and snacks of course, because I knew for a fact I would need to sacrifice my breaks, weekends, and evenings. I don't really have a life anyways, plus I did come here only for work, plus my 'friends' were just collegues that I was able to have some hype with aka a distraction- so not being around them was actually doing me some good, and Brianós was probably too good for me- so to keep the paste slow and to build a friendship for the time being didn't sound all too bad. In fact, I thank the guy in charge, because I've just turned any negative situation into a positive one also reminding myself of my purpose of being here. Also this was Korea, where people in my opinion culturally work harder. To live in such a society I should do the same, which will also make me appreciate my holidays a lot more.

I took a deep breath before cracking my fingers, rolling my neck and getting to it. However, before i knew it I was being tapped on the shoulder by one of the guard-people who said how it was extremely late and how I should get some rest, especially because I haven't had a break. I obliged due to the sudden tiredness I began to feel. The next day I felt drained, but continued my routine as normal, not forgetting the snacks. I tried to keep with my paste but as the day continued so did a nausea that crept upon me, so I slowed it down. I took a twenty minute break and thought on how I could better my routine. it included a meal plan, so when would I eat and the types of fuels my body required. i'd ask the twins to help me at this as they were experts with this stuff and wouldn't mind helping. Then I would have a set routine everyday on the mount of hours I would sleep. but for the rest of the day I was going to analyse all tje work I was given, before segmenting it and disecting it. my mother always reminded me how I couldn't eat whole elephant unless ate it segments. so by following this advice, hopefully, I get this load completed faster. instead of using my weekends I added an extra two hours on my overtime in the week. I needed the weekend to refresh myself, prepare and relax.
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I managed to get through the next week doing as I planned and it went great. I got even more work done than I was supposed to. However, today I've been invited to an assembly, which I know will be boring. Unfortunately, Brianós wasn't invited so I will be on my ones.
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I was seated at the front of the very hall, which slightly made me feel that I was apart of some hierarchy due to how there were many significant figures along side me. I was professionally quiet as I waited for the assembly to begin.

When started I took notes on everything Mr. Swung was announcing and addressing. In the last minute, his eyes stop roaming around the room as he spoke, instead the were fixated on me. I even tried to move a little, but still his orbs followed me. His sharp eyes were dark and chilling. When he looked to me it seemed like he was wanting to take every piece of warmth from my body. Why were his eyes so beautiful, yet intimating? How?

Once the assembly was done I stayed in my seat for a while just to add to my previous notes. Knowing the goals and the faults of this company gave me a good insight in all of our jobs, whom work here. Also the fact that I was chosen from my ward to attend this assembly made me feel honoured.

"What are you still doing here?" a deep unexpected voice asked, in a space I'd like to have claimed as personal.

I looked up to see my CEO, once again, to see him stare down at me. I get up from my seat immediately and slightly how towards him, before I responded to his question."Good afternoon Mr. Seung, I was just making several notes." I smiled genuinely, but his face was still stern.

"Ah good. It's lunchtime now, aren't you hungry?" He asked in a way that I again wasn't expecting, maybe I'm tripping, but he asked in a way that he sounded concerned.

"Hardly, but I should eat." I responded whilst gathering my things together.

"Yes you should. Care to join me for mine?" He asked in a voice I would've mistaken as genuine.

"Sir is-"

"Don't call me 'Sir', I'm not old." He cracked a smile. It was dazzling indeed. The sight of his smile is a sight I'd never forget, his teeth were really white and in perfect shape. He also had dimples that were deep in his cheeks. I wanted to squeeze his face, but of course that would be inappropriate.

"Sorry." I felt a blush hit my cheeks as I gave a short nervous smile. "Mr. Seung, are you genuinely asking me or telling me?" I just wanted to clarify.

"You have a choice miss. Peters." He said nonchalantly, meaning his tone for once wasn't serious. As I decided on a answer I observed how this man before me was just looking down at me and into my eyes. I looked away, not able to to cope with this pressure.

"Umm.. Well, I have a lot of work to finish up on and without trying to sound rude, I'm sure you know that." I lightly declined.

"Well, Ms. Peters if not this time I'm sure some other time. I have a tendancy to want to discover more about my over achieving employees." He said still in a calm voice before walking away.

Gosh, my heart.

My CEO who I thought was deadly cold and arrogant, probably isn't that much of a bad person after all. It's just work, and as a CEO he has to have a certain persona I guess. Also, as a Korean he seemed accepting of my race, with him I didn't feel any type of way with being a black foreigner. Well he spoke perfect English as if he grew up there, so maybe he's used to some kind of diversity. He also seemed appreciative of my work, which made me somewhat happy I guess, I was actually acknowledged.

Something about him still felt familiar, but I couldn't pick it out. The more I thought about it I thought about him. The more I thought of him the more I found myself listing over his appearance. For flip sake! Something is clearly wrong with me for sure!

I broke out of my naughty thoughts and headed back to my work space. On the way I saw Brianós, but he was surrounded by woman in the cafeteria, who were laughing with him. He didn't see me and maybe its best that way. I tried not to think about it as I headed to my cubical, I still had a lot of work to do and I needed no distractions.