FIVE SENSES (TaeNy)

HEARING

Knock knock.

She looked up.

A clearing of the throat. "Err... Uhm... The files for the meeting later. F-from the director."

Footsteps approaching her desk and a soft slide of papers on wood.

"Thank you."

Did I sound too cold?

"You're welcome."

A soft sigh and heels turning, leaving the room.

The pen hitting the desk and a creak of the large chair as she leaned back.

A heavy sigh.

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A clicking of heels fast approaching.

She turned around to see a smile fading from her face.

Her.

The footsteps stopped abruptly. "O-oh. Are you... err... Never mind. I'll find another copier."

A quiet sigh. "I'm almost done, Miss Taeyeon. Let me help." She reached out for the papers.

"Oh sure. Thanks," she awkwardly handed her the papers in her hand.

She turned around and lifted the large cover. "Where's your assistant?"

"She called in sick."

"I see."

The sound of plastic hitting plastic followed by the beeping of buttons. "How many copies?"

"Just one, please."

She nodded and pressed another button.

The humming of the machine filled the small room.

A shuffling of papers. She turned around. "Here you go."

"Thank you."

Heels turned.

"I'm sorry!" She blurted out.

She froze before slowly turning back. "Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry. For the other night." She looked down and fidgeted with her fingers.

"It's fine. I'm sorry for making things awkward for you."

"You didn't. It's fine." She found the courage to look up. "I'm sorry if I make you feel..." A gulp. "Rejected."

A smile. "I'm fine with rejection, remember?"

"It's not that I'm rejecting you actually." Another gulp.

"Oh?"

A deep breath. "I just... It's just... I'm just an assistant."

"So?"

"And you're the VP."

"So?"

The sincerely innocent tone surprised her. She looked down again.

A sigh. "Are you afraid of what people will say?"

She nodded.

"They'll still talk even if you're not an assistant." A pause. "Besides, why does it matter? It's not like you're a murderer or something." A small smile. "Are you?"

She looked up. "Am I what?"

"Are you a murderer? Or a bank robber?"

She had to smile. "No."