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This is a work of fiction

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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As clear as the sky, quiet surrounding. There goes a woman, walking by the corridor of a known, a much known building. Her heels taps and echoes through the empty hallway, indicating she has yet to see people in a few hours. Cascading a small interior waterfall by the wall. Emitting relaxing music to anyone who adores peace. On the corner of the hall, she was met with an elevator. She pressed a button ascending towards her work zone. That woman was you.

You patiently tap your foot to the elevator floor while you waited arriving at your destination. Classical music surrounded the small room, you absolutely hated.

Yes. You hate classical music. No offense.

You sighed as the elevator went to a halt, indicating you reached your destination. Slowly but surely, the door slides smoothly open. You walked towards your lone office, which stood a petite looking being waiting your arrival.

"Good morning, Miss. Early as always", she greeted. You wondered why your so called secretary was as early as you. You just gave a lazy nod, swiping a card beside your office door to have it unlocked.

You walked in to your office, threw your belongings under your work desk. Only taking out your planner and phone and as you faced your secretary, "I should be telling you the same. What are you doing early?" you asked. Your secretary approached you as she dropped about five file folders on your desk revealing it to be somewhat you need to sign.

You gazed at the folders lying on top of your desk and gave them a lazy stare; you hated wasting some ink from your favorite pens only to be signing a bunch of stupid papers. "The higher aids need for you to finish signing before the day ends", before she could step foot out of your office, you called her.

"Rina?" you called lazily as you feel a yawn coming out of your mouth. She came to ask what it is as you scan through the documents on your desk.

"Will you bring me some coffee? I need to release before the meeting this afternoon," as you take your seat, starting signing through the mountains of paper. "Of course, Miss. The usual?"

"Yes", with that she left your office then you let out another sigh.

You've been working with the company for almost half of your life. Well, not literally. You started working at the same company at the age of 20, right after you graduated college. The company revolves around branded clothing line all over South Korea. And you admit it wasn't easy. You started as an intern, where your seniors or higher ups gave you more than work you deserve before you achieved your position as of now.

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