EDITED
Ch 23 | PA
You're so hypnotizing...
They say be afraid...
—Unknown
Mirae |
"Order all my files alphabetically, arrange a meeting with the JK mall's branch, send all the email needed with the companies on the waiting list and make sure to book a reservation at a 5-star restaurant. I expect it done by 3 hours" the president checked his expensive wristwatch glancing at me than heading out with Mr. Han trailing behind him.
I'm stressing, am I suppose to be a PA for spilling coffee on his suit. He's rich he can just order a new one, I bet he has racks and piles of business suits, ties, Rolex watch and whatever thieves like to steal. Everything in store for Mr. Thief.
My eyes go over all the files dismissed messily on the grand shelf I didn't know the president had on his office, I'm a very good reader so it only took me -I'm joking it took me 1 damn hour! To finish piling up from A to Z. 2 hours to go.
I scrambled up quickly, twisting and jumping going to my office. And yes the annoying hot-headed president gave me a new office next to his. He's so extra, everything about him is extra-va-gant or giant!
"Yes, the president likes to move it around 6 tomorrow... ₩141K, alright!" I hung up after an hour and 50 minutes. This is my last call a...and! shoot 5 minutes left!
I quickly searched up a place to book a reservation, I damn well typed the most expensive 5-star restaurant. Instead of ranting Mr. Annoying President could've told what kind of restaurant he wants to reserve under. I guess he doesn't like his own cafeteria in the building.
I'm never buying food from here, what's up with his one plate is ₩141K. He's crazy in the head, how can a plate of salad and coffee be ₩141K! What's wrong with instant noodles or instant coffee.
Oh, right last time a girl thought I was drinking poison for drinking and I quote, 'Ew what's that? Instant? OMG, you'll instantly die!' God the spaghetti girl's voice still hurts my head.
'No you fool its instant coffee' I said to her.
"Sorry, madam? Madam everything is booked" the lady from the other line said with an annoyed voice.
"Look I have 3 minutes left the president is going to kill me! Just give me the damn stinky storeroom or an underground used up room or whatever just do it! Do you know the famous catch Just-Do-It!" I exaggerated.
"Ms, look we don-"
Is pulling the red card, maybe work?
"Hello," I start off almost with a painful sweet voice. I was sweating crazy I have a minute left. Trust me he'll be calling in a minute sharp "do you know the President that holds the new share of JK mall and the international merchandise company, and the financial red line company -you know down the street, you see itty bitty me running there every day just to put damn food on my table and complete my stupid punishment for spilling coffee on his suit. You know I thought he'll fire me but well- would you like to get fired" I checked my hands like an evil girl would, except mine haven't been cut for 5 days. They're so chapped and ugly one even is filled with dirty food, ew of my god!
Can he even fire her from another person's restaurant? But money can do many wonders.
"Check the number I've called you with," I said rolling my eyes. Thank god I didn't use my normal phone.
A few moments later, "oh my god, I'm incredibly sorry yes! yes! We have the best diner and everything —it can be arranged as soon as possible. Thank you for calling what do you want me to reserve it under?" The girl's voice shook.
Is she for real? I should've pulled the card 5 minutes ago. I quickly told her everything needed.
As soon as I held up the telephone the red telephone started ringing.
"He-"
"You are late! I gave you 3 hours to finish up, get your things ready we're going to where you reserved. Bring a pen and a notepad" he demanded from the other line, his loud voice made me screech.
Annoying guy! I stomped standing up. I wore my coat and quickly readjusted my low ponytail then locking my office in the process of running.
"Get in the car!" He didn't have to say twice, I went right into his expensive car. It smelled of his masculine musky scent, I know for a fact he doesn't wear cologne but sure as hell he smells of a strong masculine scent.
"Where?" He grumbled. I looked at him confused.
"Pardon me, sir?"
"Are you stupid what do you think I'm talking about, I told you about 3 hours ago to book a reservation. Fucking hell do I have to waste my breath on this thing!" He narrowed his eyes at me, I secretly glared at him damn his rude.
No, he's a demon!
"The lounge is the name of the restaurant," I said quickly, it didn't even take a second he goddamn made a sharp ass turn. Excuse my language but this man is trying to kill me, I held onto his expensive leather sit for my dear life my mother had to push out for 6 hours. Killing myself would be a waste of her own blood, sweat, and tears.
"Tell them to move it in 10, 36 north street The Lounge in Seoul central" he muttered in his earpiece. He drove past the speed limit, acting as if we're in a spy movie.
What's wrong with this guy. This is not a question it should be a fact for him.
"Get out!" He barked, I rolled my eyes getting out and stood in front of a big large glass building. It must be the restaurant I contacted.
We went in coming in with the reception, the customers were all dressed up vintage and how you would imagine a celebrity would.
"Reservation under 101 district red line," I said to the lady whispering near her ear, I didn't know what to reserve under so I did under a-
I just hope he didn't hear me-
"You fucked up for good, watch when we go back and don't pull that with me —rolling your pretty little eyes at me" the president harshly whispered in my ear making me gulp. Alright, I saved it under a drug street.
What else could I have thought about, I was under pressure.
"This way sir" the lady bowed at him not looking into his eyes, why is everyone scared of him? She showed us where are supposed to be.
The president didn't even pull a chair for me, I sat down looking in my laps in no time a lady with red tight clothes came in strolling down like the celebrity she is? Or a bitch.
Alright explanations, she came strolling like a ballerina purposely tripping as she ended up on the President —holding her waist and her cunning sharp eyes glaring right at my soul.
"I-I'm sorry" she stuttered pouting, her hands gliding down his muscular arm. I have an intense heat in my stomach urging me to punch her.
"Then look next time you walk Yang" he jerked her off pulling an expression as if he touched the vilest pathogen in the world.
Haha! I'm sorry.
I didn't realize until an old man stood beside her, he looked businesslike and professional I stood up bowing at him, he gave an expression squinting his eyes and firmly nodded at me. Bold man, there's nothing wrong bowing back, you're not a King to treat me like a peasant.
But is the same thing for all the rich people. Not everyone but only some.
"This is nice, Jungkook my boy are you not going to introduce me to her?" WHAT! The water I just drank chocked me.
WHAT
THE
FraCK!