Pen Pals

Today At Work

Everyday I've thanked the lord for helping me get through every-working day. I thought going back to work would be awkward, but it's been three weeks and Seung Ti Kwung still hasn't walked through these doors. I know that, because during break a couple of coworkers seem to always talk about his absence. Not just that, they fan girl and fantasise over him, which didn't phase me. They could never have him, though I was able to. I'm not better than them, by any means, but something called history and misfortune was offered to me. When sharing a particular history with someone, which didn't initially end well, when 'bonding' together, in some way or another, misfortune is at fates door. Therefore these women are better off without him, but they don't know that. He's rich and good-looking, that's what they know and that's what they see. Any-who I'm no councillor or friend of theirs, so I tend not to get caught up in co-worker's affairs. Plus Seung Ti Kwung would never entertain them let alone anything else, I could just tell.

Something about that thought made the strides in my walk strong; poised like a catwalk model. Having my boss for my own pleasure satisfied me, as I knew this was to feed my own need, rather than me be used by just his own. Also, this man wouldn't sleep around with just anyone, he had standards in that regard. But still... it was him...

Rage pumped through my veins as I imagined his silly face. The man is a liar. Deceitful. Hearing that his ass hasn't come into work lately brought content and happiness to my ears. Seung Ti Kwung knew who I was, yet took advantage of the circumstance. How dare he!!? He took me for dinner, to a hotel and to his own abode, knowing exactly what he was doing. He thought he was clever and so he cunningly diverted me from knowing the true him.

Besides, the sex was good though, that I can't lie. But still... stupid me! Why did I have to be a little hoe? Why couldn't I just keep to myself and think about the costs of sleeping with my boss? For the stranger I thought he was, I knew that nothing long term would come out of it simply because he's my employer. However, I believe in chemistry and in those moments our chemical energies connected. We were, as I thought, just two adults helping each other and that was that- nothing more, nothing less. However, the clue was painted right in front of me. Now thinking about it, what if the whole thing was a setup? How can two pen pals suddenly lose all contact to then be working together and sleeping with each other in such a short amount of time. Oh, and consider the circumstances of the chances of actually meeting especially from being over 6000 miles away. It happened, that 1/multi-million chance of me hearing, seeing or speaking to Seung Ti Kwung again. There's no actual angle for this to be a set up though, so this is one heck of a coincidence. The fun and games are now over. I'm here for the money and work experience, so that's what I intend to do, to be honest. Also I would happily explore my hobbies once again, whilst staying here, there's no reason why someone, or anyone for that matter, should or could ruin my entire experience, because of sudden surprises.
But still... I didn't just meet with a person I thought could be near to inevitable to meet, we did the extreme. The thought is sort of eerie.

Anyways, work was good. The fears of bumping into Ty or having to be called up by him soon disappeared, once I was told by some chatterbox that he was away in India. Apparently he went for a work detox. Must be nice.
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Today I felt different. I felt really confident, as if I was back home. I wore a POW dark blue (not navy) blazer and skirt outfit, with some matching designer heels that contained intricate designs on them. I didn't have my weave in as I took it out the night before. My natural frizzy hair was combed into an Afro. I kid you not, my 4b/4a hair was quite long, reaching the middle of my forearm when straight. Considering I wear weave, I'm surprised my hair hadn't lost its thickness. I made sure my hair had the usual ingredients of different growth oils as well as coconut scented products. As I walked people leaned into me. I felt flattered, but at the same time uncomfortable. I understand here personal space is not an attribute in their society to truly respect. But it's just how how feel, to be honest.