Today is the day. Start of having a bloody life.

I can’t imagine myself following his orders.

Finished zipping my dress.

With every move I’m making, my heart beats a lot and lot faster. I don’t think I can carry on. Please end this now.

Kill me then everyone will be happy

“Oh shut up.” I hear Minseok’s voice outside my door

Did I say that aloud?

“Neh. So shut up”

I bite my lip. Careless Luhan.

I turn the know when I’m done. Min is just standing right there.

“Impressive. Now I’ll give you some of my trademarks that you should copy”

“What? Why would I?”

“Just… Just—I’ll pay you, OK? Here” She hands me the money.

I’m not after the money. I need the story.

But on second thought, I really need the money.

 “Good morning, sir.” I brush the hair out of my face (Min told me that I should ruffle my hair then fix it in front of him. She did a sample awhile ago)

He eyes me suspiciously.

“Are you trying to copy someone?”

He noticed!!

“Huh?” I try to sound clueless.

“Never mind”

“Want coffee, sir?”

“Yes please”

I sneak at my phone. ‘Mocha frap from Starbucks is his fave’

“OK, sir”

Starbucks if just a few steps away so there’s no hassle.

Except that there are many people inside. I have to be on the line. There are seven people ahead.

Great.

Perfect timing.

I have an idea. But this will embarrass me a lot.

What do I do? How do I function?

It’s now or never.

“DISGUSTING!” a woman in the mid-40s age shouts.

“The coffee will be contaminated. Eww”

They started walking out.

“Yeah. Sucha shame. Whoever that was.” I nod in agreement.

See? Area cleared. With just one fart.

I cover my nose with a hanky.

“Ugh! So stinky. One mocha frap for my boss please”

The girl on the counter giggles.

Soon, the smell fades away and a new set of persons comes.

“One mocha frap for my boss”

I keep on texting Min. She’s thrilled and excited to know the outcome

“My boss?”

|From: Min

Way to go, Lulu! XOXO|

I smile slightly.

“Hey! My boss!” I unconsciously turn my head to the counter and girl chuckles.

“One mocha frapuccino for my boss. I’ve been calling you for a while now, my boss”

“Err… Sorry”

She smiles and I awkwardly smile back. Everything is embarrassing. The whole Starbucks thing is embarrassing.

“Hey sir, here.” I put the mocha frap down.

“Seriously? You have much money to buy me this?” He holds the cup

“You don’t want it?”

“Mad woman. Where did you get this idea?”

“Nothing. Just came up with it.”

“Fine. Go.”

“OK, sir.” I turn away and head to the door.

As I close the door, a breath-taking and -dropping guy is waiting outside the door.

“Ms. Lu? I’m Wu Yi Fan or Kris Wu. I’m assigned to bring you to your desk and take you to a quick company tour”

“Oh sure. Thanks”

He’s utterly charming.

He leads me to the desk in front of the other employees.

“This will be your desk.”

“Uhm… Yeah”

“Uh… Mianhamnida if I’m being awkward. This is my first time to do this.”

“No it’s fine. You’re—“

I can’t say ‘charming’! I’ll be stepping out of the line. Work is work.

“…good,” I manage to say.

I nod enthusiastically to lighten the mood.

“So yeah… Everyone, this is Lu Han, Mr. Oh’s new secretary”

Lots of greetings warm me. At least, they’re nice. Not like their boss.

“I’m gonna you around”

He blabbers information about the company and I listen carefully, of course.

Like he said—

OK forget it. I didn’t listen and I’m not listening. And I didn’t mean when I said he’s good. He’s charming, that’s all.

Now, I’m sitting in front of my desk. Answering phone calls, piling up documents, and scheduling his meetings. Not a very nice job.

My phone vibrates. It’s a text from Min

|From: Min

Sup?|

How can I reply when there are loads of jobs in front of me? Maybe I’ll just send her a quick reply

|To: Min

Brb|

I press send and keep my phone in my pocket. I need to make him read the documents and I need to tell him his schedule.

Another vibration from my phone. I’m not going to reply. I’ll just read it.

|From: Min

Always start conversations with him with a long SO.|

I frown a bit.

What? Is she serious?

I put it back to place and start walking to his office.

Min, really? Why are you so addicted to a guy who dumped you? Or maybe ‘dumped’ isn’t the right term.

I don’t know anything, anyway. Not my business. I mean—she’s my best friend and all but I think she need a little privacy. You know? Secrets for herself.

I push the door open.

There he is.

And he’s half-.