-Chaerin's POV-

“Lee Chaerin?” a young woman calls my name. I stand up immediately

“Yes, Miss…” I look up at her. She looks like a mannequin wearingthose designer outfits. She looks at me, no, she studying me from head to toe. I hate the way she looks at me. I know, I’m not as pretty as her, not wearing those branded clothes like her. But that wasn’t the reason she can eying me like that

“So, you are the new secretary?” she asks me, mockingly

“Yes, Miss…” I answer her, trying hard not to be provoked by her action. She sighs and turns around

“Follow me, I will show you your workplace” she walks away and I just follow her. Finally we reach my so called office. It’s a nice place. The furniture looks so…., expensive. I still admiring the room when that Barbie doll drags me back to the real world

“So, you can start to work” she speaks, again, with that mocking tone. I really hate the way she speaks to me. Ok, I better start to work, but, wait! What should I do first? And.., where is my boss?

“Excuse me, Miss….”

“Tiffany Hwang” she cuts me

“Ehm, Miss Tiffany, may I know where is my boss?” I ask her and she just smirks. God, what’s wrong with this girl?

“Well, your boss…, I think he still ‘busy’ in there” She adds tense on ‘busy’. I still puzzled by her words and action and suddenly she speaks again. “Don’t worry, you’ll understand what I mean, soon” she turns and walks away, leaves me dumbfounded

I decide to walk to my desk, start to search something that I can do while waiting for my boss. But then I remember Tiffany’s words. He is busy in there. And she was pointing at the studio on my left. So…, is that possible that my boss is there, inside the studio? Well, I think I need to go to him first, and introduce myself officially.

Then I walk into the studio and knock the door, but there is no respond. I knock once again, and still, there is no respond. Well, I think he is not there. So, I decide to pull the knob and open the door and...

“What the hell are you doing??!!!!!” a man shouts at me. I startled. At this time, I don’t even know what to do, too shock to think about anything when suddenly my eyes caught a man beside the table. He is topless. I can clearly see his upper body with all his tattoos. And there, on the table, I see another ‘Barbie doll’, panting, and…, half too. The light is bright enough so I can see the red marks around her neck and collarbone. Oh…, so this is the meaning of ‘busy’

“Are you deaf? Or dumb?” he asks sarcastically, snaps me back to the reality

“Oh.., er.., I-I’m sorry, sir. I thought.., there’s no one here… e… well.., I’ll leave” I stuttered and leave them as soon as possible

“Stupid!!! What I’ve done??!!” I hit my forehead many times as I walking back to my desk. Now I fully understand what they were talking about. Three days ago, I had an interview in this office. The Human Resources Manager who was interviewing me, Miss Sandara Park, said:

“Your boss is Kwon Jiyong, the main photographer and owner of this gallery. He is an ultra-perfectionist, so, make sure that your work is perfect, or he will skin you alive, and don’t mess with him. And one more, you better on pills everyday if you don’t want to get pregnant”

I was so shock and confuse that time. Aaah…, so this is what she were talking about. But, what did her thinking about me? Damn, I won’t be one of his !! No way!! Big no!!! Arrgghh…, why it has to be him, the most popular and ‘reputable’ playboy in this town, even this whole country?

I still on my own thought when the studio door has opened, and they come out, fully dressed now. The skinny woman leans to kiss him. God…, doesn’t she recognizes my presence?

“Well, my place tonight. You still owe me, and you should pay for it, Ok?” she pecks his lips again.

“Let’s see, I’ll call you later” he just smirks naughtily. Then the woman leaves and here I am, just with my ‘James Bond’ typed boss in this room. Crap!! It’s so awkward.

Calm down Chaerin…., just pretend that you didn’t see anything before.

“So, will you just sitting and daydreaming? Or do your job?” his cold voice snaps me back

“E.., I’m sorry, Mr. Kwon. Uhm.., so.., what should I do first?” I ask him awkwardly. He raises his left eyebrow and staring at me, from top to toe. !! I’m sweating. He is really cold, huh?

“Take your clothes off” he says while pointing me. !! !! Holy !!!! What the hell he was saying? We just met for 5 minutes and he wants me to take off my clothes?! I’m shocked until I can’t speak even a word and this dickhead in front of me still eying me, waiting for my movement

“N-no!!!” I’m half shoutingand crossing my arms on my body. God…, how come I end up working for this jerk?

He squints his eyes and sighs

“Take off your clothes and change with something on that” he pointing a large paper bag. It’s written a famous brand on the bag. “You can’t work here with those kinds of clothes” he continues as pointing on me.“You better change now” he says as walking out of the room.

Oh God…, no wonder there is no one who can be his secretary more than a month. Ms. Park said that the longest record is only 2 weeks. I was so confident that I can do this. But now, I start so doubt myself. Ten minutes with himis already killing me softly.

I walk and grab the big paper bag and peek inside. There is a white blazer, black mini skirt, and black tank top. Those stuffs looks so…, ehm…, expensive. Then I pick a note on top of the blazer

I think you will need this stuff. I don’t know your size, but I think those are fit on you

Good luck

-Dara-

I smile. Miss Dara is really nice person. She is the only one who has a ‘normal’ heart on this workplace. Oh, not the only one, there is one more, Mr. Dong Youngbae. He is a photographer too, and according to the gossip, he dates Miss Dara. And one more, he is the one and only man who called as Kwon Jiyong’s best friend. I wonder how come he befriending that cold loner jerk?

I walk into the rest room and change my clothes. It feels…, well…, breezy. This skirt is really short. I feel a bit uncomfortablewith this, but at the same time…, I am amazed by my own look. This is the very first time I wear this kind of branded and er…, rather revealing outfits. And I look…., totally different.

I still scanning myself on the mirror when someone enter the restroom

“Oh…, Chaerinnie…., it fits on you, rite? Good then!” she squeals happily and claps her hand

“Miss Sandara…”

“Just call me Dara, or Unnie, since I am view years older than you” she cuts me. “Jiyong told me that he told you to change your outfits, that’s why I came here to see you” she smiles

“Eemm, thank you so much.., Unnie. But I think this is too much…” I still feel awkward to call her like that

“No.., you need this. I told you about Jiyong, rite? He is hyper-perfectionist. You have to be perfect not only on your job, but also your appearance” she explains. I just puzzled with her

“You know, Chaerin? The first time I met you, I know that you’re different. Jiyong’s previous secretaries mostly are those stupid mannequin typed gir