Chapter 4
Winning Hearts
They strode through the office building, talking as they went. Ryeowook had his planner open, reading off the daily schedule as usual. “You have a meeting with the board of directors at 10 A.M.”
“Huh.”
“Then you’re going to lunch with Miss Im Yoona to discuss the anniversary party tomorrow, that is, Sunday. She’s expecting a ‘long time no see’ present, which I have already put in the car.”
“Has it been that long?”
“It has been two weeks. At 1 P.M. you’re expected back here to sign some papers and interview some interns.”
Kyuhyun frowned, “Aren’t they supposed to go to human resources?”
“They want to talk to you personally. Afterwards, you have to return calls from yesterday and then you have the rest of the night off.”
They stepped inside Kyuhyun’s office and immediately the door was shut, Ryeowook’s back pressed against the wood paneling. “Please be sure to make those reservations soon for our date,” he smiled smugly, tipping his assistant’s chin up.
Ryeowook swatted him away, pouting. “Stop that. I’ve already made the reservations for 8:30 P.M. I have to run errands, so if you’ll excuse me.”
“What errands?” he prompted, following Ryeowook around the waiting area of the office.
Pulling up the correct page, he pushed the planner at Kyuhyun and then began rummaging around his computer desk, searching for some packages.
Reminders for October 29th:
Pick-up new tailored suit
Get black leather shoes polished
Send out thank you letters
Collect rent money for mountain villa
Book tickets to Paris
“How come I’ve never seen this before?” Kyuhyun’s lip twitched up, eyebrows high and arched.
“Because you told me once that my planner scares you,” Ryeowook answered, collecting the thick stack of thank you cards and slipping them into one of the pockets of his bag. “It’s just gotten scarier, I think.”
The man nodded carefully, “Yes…very scary. I wonder how I would ever get everything done if you didn’t exist. I didn’t even know about half of these things. When was the last time I went to the villa?”
Ryeowook plucked the planner from Kyuhyun’s hands, closing it and tucking it into his bag as well. “Three summers ago when we first met. Now it’s already 9:45, so you need to head to your meeting. I’ll see you later, sir.” He bowed once and then walked out of the area, leaving the door open behind him.
A moment later, someone appeared in the threshold, a funny little smile on his lips. “Your assistant is as busy as ever. I don’t think I’ve ever had a casual conversation with him.”
Kyuhyun walked towards the male, smirking. “Yeah, he’s always busy. Even I can’t speak casually with him around here.”
The pair walked down the corridor, headed to the board meeting. “When did you start spending time with him outside of work? Oh wait. What a silly question. He practically works for you twenty-four-seven. Do you even give him vacation time?”
Kyuhyun was itching to say that they were practically married. And that, in fact, they vacationed together every year. Ryeowook’s parents knew him and invited him to stay with them. The only real problem they had was that despite all of those things, Ryeowook was in love with a dead man. “Yes, he gets vacation time, Changmin,” Kyuhyun responded, “it would be illegal if I didn’t give him any.”
“I’m rather surprised that you haven’t gotten a pretty girl to be your assistant. Yeah, Ryeowook is cute and all, but I’ve seen you go out with those models. Secretarial duties aren’t too difficult, so why don’t you ask one of them to work for you?” Changmin questioned, “I know you’re hard to deal with, but if they can handle sharing a bed with you, I’m sure they can handle taking your phone calls and .”
Now, how was he supposed to say that he had a thing for that one cute boy? Kyuhyun shrugged off the question. “If you’ve seen how crazy I drive Ryeowook, you’ll understand why one of those bimbos would never be able to handle it.”
“It can’t be that bad,” he laughed.
Kyuhyun looked at him sharply.
Changmin stopped laughing. “Maybe it can?”
“Mmhmm,” he muttered, pushing the door to the conference room open. “Trust me. I didn’t even know how bad I was until just this morning.”
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