Meetings

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There was a meeting today and I was dreading it. I had to, yet again, attend on the behalf of my ward, I was slightly nervous, because of the other members participating. They are the biggest negotiators in South Korea whom are highly respected. They are mostly from an aristocratic background and tend to not like the help of foreigners, accept from other asain groups which they've been in a long alligence with. I know they're not quite fund of Europeans, but here's the catch, some of these faces are the biggest descrimnators towards the black community. Many of whom run blackface TV shows etc. Why my CEO made me attend this meeting instead of getting a more experienced or qualified person to do so, I don't know.

I wore a pair of light grey trousers and blazer, with a white-fitted-long sleeve turtleneck and white heels. I straightened out my weave and had it down. I wore makeup that consisted of: filling in my eyebrows--perusing that sharp faded look, concealing my under eyes and the outline of my eyebrows and some highlighter. I wore some clear lip gloss before I was on my way. The only piece of jewellery I had on me was a simple watch I've had since I was a teen. I'm not a jewelry person and on this occasion I felt no need to glamour myself up in it.

When I had arrived at the HQ there were many limousines and HUVs out front. There were plenty of security guards all dressed in black. There were a small group of paparazzi by the entrance, but they were securely held off by some body guards. Wow, I didn't know the meeting was THAT important. Before I walked into the building there seemed to be a pregnant lady lurking around the perimeters. I didn't think anything of it until she dropped on the floor and bawled out "Seung Ti Kwung's chief executive raped me, now look! The meeting they're about to hold is-" The woman was grabbed by someone cloaked in black with their hand over her mouth, before she was brutally thrown into a black unlicensed car. The press went into a frenzy, but the police came and escorted the press away so the important figures whom were attending the meeting could go inside.

Did the woman scream Seung Ti Kwung? Why would she scream out his name? But then again many Koreans tend to have the same name. I need to not get ahead of myself.

I took a sip of my mint tea, which was in a metallic silver flask before finally entering the building. I received assistance in where the meeting would be held. Surprisingly it was in the assembly hall. Those like me, who were basically spokesman on behalf of their wards sat in a boxed corner that had 5 rows and 4 columns. I was seated on the first row on the last seat, exposing my left to other grouped members in this meeting. To my right and behind were the people like me.
In the centre of the hall which consisted of the exposed majority. This was weird, what kind of meeting was this? I didn't know how to react, but I was instructed to give details on the progress, failures on my ward's behalf, no more and no less. I have no need to get involved in other member's businesses. And guess what? That's exactly what I'm going to do.

Once the hall was more or less full with its participants our CEO walked in looking surprisingly good. Like he looked happy and his mood bright and I think everyone sensed the calm, approachable presence. He had his long hair in neat low bun, which suited him well. He wore matching colours as me. A grey suit, white shirt and a dark grey tie. He began with greeting everyone in a resister like fashion.

"Good morning, Xi Chen from 10A District." Was the first name he called out and he continued doing so for the next 30 names, before he started on my section of the hall. He went backwards instead of starting with me, which was a tad shocking.

"And finally.." He pretended to say in a breathy manner as if he was out of breath, causing his audience to laugh with him as if he was the funniest thing in the world, whilst I fought the urge to roll my dull dark irises.
"Good morning,.. H-*coughs (fakes cough) *Hanaiya- Hanna Peters advocate from A-Ward Marketing." His eyes immediately landed on mine, not even having to search the room.

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