Sunmi quickly stood up, knocking over the coffee cup that was on the desk. Soon, the hot liquid had spilled all over the papers and some on her white blouse too. "What do you think you're doing?" Sunmi's lip trembled as she struggled to compose herself. The Antel CEO had just molested her. She closed her eyes, hugging herself. He had called her into his office. I'm so dumb for thinking I was getting put on permanent staff. It was all a trap. Why did this day have to be so bad?
She closed the office door behind her before taking a deep breath. She looked down at herself. Coffee was seeping through her top. She took off her name tag and tried rushing to the bathroom. Other interns were giving her weird looks as she fought back the tears. All the guys were rushing to help her and she could hear the other female interns gossiping about her. All she could do was push past everyone while covering herself. She just wanted to be alone. She tried rinsing off the coffee stains. "What a shit day." She sat on a toilet seat and opened her phone. She hesitated to text the group chat. She could already hear their reactions. Normally, she wouldn't hesitate to call them. But she needed to keep this quiet. She needed some time to figure out herself first. For her own sake.
"You should be thankful I'm giving you a second chance to reconsider. You're looking at a good deal. Consider yourself lucky to be the daughter of my good colleague." Sunmi hugged her knees. What a jerk. I must really look like a piece of meat to all these guys. Good for nothing. And you couldn't even stand up for yourself. You couldn't stand up for yourself! You already know what you're going to choose. What's the point of deciding? This internship is all you have. Prove to your parents you're not just a pretty face.
"Since you don't want to go into entertainment, what else can you do with a pretty face?"
"Do you know the pressure our family has because of who we are?"
"It's not good enough. Do better."
Sunmi closed the group chat. It's only Monday?
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