-Hikaru knows what she wants: 1. Notable career 2. Beautiful home 3. Gorgeous, loving girlfrien. All she has is a job in shen enterprises. The ceo shen xiaoting, she meets in the elevators occasionally. They don't speak but that hasn't stopped her f...
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Another night spent being the last person in the office, I sigh, rocking back in my office chair, a warm cup of tea pressed to my lips as I examine the spreadsheet in front of me. Everything looked perfect, but is it really?
Almost perfect won't get me noticed.
The lights dim over the cubicles.
"Giselle" I shout, exasperated.
"Go home, Hikaru! "
I know she means the best but I can't deal with this women. She is always telling me I'll waste my life working in this office if I don't learn to leave when the day is done. Doesn't she know that these are the years for me to set myself apart from all my peers who check out at end of the day – and often even before that?
Some of them never check-in. Mentally, that is.
But, she's right. It is late anyway, and I am nearly sure my work is perfect. With nothing else to do, I turn my computer off and dump out the rest of my cup, rinsing it clean and putting it away. The office is quiet in the late hours, nobody but me and Giselle.
Gathering my things, I turn my desk lamp off, kiss my office plant goodnight, and head toward the elevators. On the way.
Her stops to let me pass, the ever-present look of disapproval on his narrow face. "Go get a man"
I playfully consider her words, tapping my finger to my chin. "Hmm. What about the one that says tomorrow's battle is won during today's practice?"
"You ain't going to be winning any battles going to bed at an indecent hour!"
I roll my eyes. "Good night,"
"Good night is right," She chuckles, before muttering under his breath, "Workaholic."
"Be careful or I'll report you to HR."
"And tell them what, that I look out for your health?" She laughs heartily and then swings his bag around like a sword so that it points straight at my forehead.
I've known her long enough to know that she has full control and so the effect is lost on me. "They'll probably reward me. Your overtime must be killing them."
"Hardly," I huff. I wonder if they are even aware of the amount of time I spend in my tiny cubical.
The elevator doors open and I step forward only to freeze for a moment in surprise.
