Perfect Poison

CHAPTER 2

The earl grey sky drizzled it's tears over the estate emotionally. Good Grief.

The weather needs to take a chill pill already. That's 7 days in a row now. My assistant Coco gazed mournfully at her clipped register

"chaneun myeoch bun an-e dochaghal geos-ibnida." Coco's weary eyes darkened as she gave me  the message in korean. She looked at my  attire before crinkling her nose. huh?

"How about The car will arrive shortly? Sorry for the inconvenience caused?"

"Coco, u seem kind or worried today."

"With all due respect young mistress my name is  Kim Chung cha."

"I prefer coco." i cheekily added. Still no smile.

"Sooo, the car?"  i added after a moment of awkward silence

"Yes, he'll arrive soon."

He? i know my driver is a he, but never has coco ever mentioned his gender, only the vehicle. 

Coco's eyes looked at me as if she had slipped venom into my drink by accident and i was about to kill her. "You can go now."

I nodded frantically to Coco before she happily scurried away,sunlight suddenly pouring through her face, ussually i would bet it's due to that long awaited breakfast for her in the guest lounge. But not today. she's escaping something worse.

She must of seen my surprised face, because she quickly decreased her running to a awkward shuffle.

If she emitted half the energy she just did daily , she might have a chance of promotion.

i stood, grounded midway at the front entrance of the house, my Usan {Umbrella} shifting from side to side as it heavily weighing me down, the golden glowing mantelpiece of the doorway glimmering over me,sinister golden snakes viciously poking at my head.

I squeezed my eyes shut. Why did Kiro have this statue implanted right here? It makes my skin crawl.

"No, no NO! MY OUTFIT!" an ear piercing shriek from outside drew my attention. But this is a private estate, noone i know of with that feminine voice should be on these grounds. "Damn it, so much for being presentable."

My legs shakily stepped outside. A serial killer? A reporter? God forbid it to be a relative of mine.

"Oh,kill me please."  A familiar voice groaned in mock American drawl

oh no

i tipped my usan awkwardly revealing someone i thought I knew all too well.

She hung herself over the glass railing that sped down the outdoor marble steps to the garden area. Jet Black glossy haired Wasian beauty Alison yeosin stands in front of me once again.

I suppose not all snakes scare the living daylights out of me.

"I mean i'm freezing my tits off, for what? A girl with both a flat voice attitude and chest?"  She continued spilling insults her thoughts out one by one, 3 minutes straight. And then enough info was spilled for my liking . "Dude, shut up."

Her face took a turn of surprise when noticing my existence. "Serene....is...is that you?" she asked. I know I've changed, I'm supposedly prettier than before and my body is in it's own element right now, curves springing out of nowhere.

"Nice to see you again too CB." She announced quietly, her  fake smile faltering quickly. CB was her overtly disgraceful pet name for me from previous holidays we've spent together,our parents sealing the deal with their company brands.

The nickname stands for Calm bitch, because that's apparently what i am?

horrible

I stared at her flawless picture perfect frame. She wore a tight dark purple uniform like mine, her indigo jacket flapping in the wind, glamorous 18 carat diamond chopard earrings i recognized as the work of Luxury Swiss pinned to her small ears like my van clefs and arpels.

Her black nylon thigh highs exposed her long hourglass legs, making them look more innapropriate than distinguished . Her massive hazel eyes are dolled up with smoky black eye shadow making them look even more unreal. This girl is a Devil wrapped in gorgeous designer clothing.

But what is she doing here?