A trip of a lifetime... A whirlwind full of unresolved emotions. And a roller coaster-bonded relationship. Advice from the professionals are 'Keep work and your private life separate', but is there a help guide for an irredeemable past?
It was raining torrentially. I felt moody, therefore the sound of the beating droplets against the windowpanes of my office put me at some ease. However, I was shortly interrupted by a knock at the door. I sighed. Why must my peace be interrupted?
Knock knock! It knocked again.
"Enter!" I groaned.
In came a brand manager and Hanaiya. Whilst the man walked towards my presence in a formal, primed manner, Haniaya- with her hair slicked back into a low natural bun, had her head drooped towards the floor.
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She wore: a black blazer with thin cream stripes, black flare trousers, a long-sleeve-turtle-neck cream blouse, black pointed heels and earrings. She had her handbag in hand. Why? Was she late? She should've dropped her belongings at her cubicle before arriving to my office.
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She never normally wore all plain black, so it was was quite refreshing. The newness has my approval. Since her arrival -as well as her fellow English comrades- she has been wearing stand-out smart wear. I didn't address it as a problem, because it was new and attractive and I didn't write down anywhere for it to be forbidden. Usually, my employees wore blacks and greys, but she... well she wore: blacks, whites, beiges, creams, blues, greens, navy, browns. I guess she stuck with neutral colours, but they sometimes had designs and whatnot, which never happened prior. After her trend of colours, people gradually started to look more creative. Everyone made sure to dress appropriately considering we're at work, but I liked the individualism the foreigners embedded into a lot of my staff. However, I have had complains about it, but it was over ridden.
"Do take seats." I said to the two people before me.
"Good morning sir. Shall we dive straight in?" Perkily spoke the Troy, my brand image manager.
"We shall." I nodded with a small smile, looking at Hanaiya. She looked glum and still had her head down. "Hanaiya." I addressed. Her not showing any form of engagement was ill-mannered.
Slowly she looked up at me, but not into my eyes. "Good morning mr Kwung." She said bluntly.
"You should be aware as to why I have invited you to my office." I stated, just looking at her. She seemed very uncomfortable, or maybe apprehensive.
