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Subject: Satan and his weird and his weird unsanitary habits.

Dear Lee Chaerin,

What had I done in my previous life that had made my life preposterously ill-fated and doomed? The answer would answer be left unanswered.

It had been a good month since my first day of enslavement under Satan's authoritative behaviour. I received my first paycheck few days ago along with a very unthrilling and terrifying news. Satan would be going on a business trip to Jeju. And that meant his secretary, which was me, would be going too. I mean, c'mon, I had promised Minzy I would be going to her party on Sunday.

"Sandara-ssi, this is your paycheck. Congratulations, you've stayed long enough to be able to snatch this check-filled envelope from my hand. No one had ever had the chance to owe me this pleasure." he said as he handed me my paycheck.

"Thank you,sir. I look forward to my next month's paycheck" I shortly replied.

"I am generously giving you a day off to celebrate this rare occasion and to prepare for our business trip to Jeju." The diabolic satan had officially made his return. I wondered why was he so quiet and not-satanic for the last few days.

"When would the business trip be, Sir?" I professionally asked.

"The day after tomorrow, be here at 5 a.m. You're dismissed. Go" he smiled and shoo-ed me away.

you, Kwon Jiyong.

Why always Jeju? It just reminded me of those deeply-uneducating dramas where the boss and the secretary would go on a business trip to Jeju, and then the hotel they would be staying in were full and they only had one room left and they had to stay in a room together and that's where the seeds of love started to grow and so on and so on. Deep , really ( Apparently, working under Satan had influenced me to start using profanity too). When I complained to Minzy about this misfortune of mine, she completely freaked out.

"OH MY GOD, EONNI. You are the first secretary to stay long enough with him to be able to go on a business trip with him! Who knows he'll fall in love with you there and propose to you?"

Oh well, sorry not sorry to burst your bubble of expectations, Minzy, I would rather marry a fat dying lard rather than marrying Satan. It's not that I hate him, Chae, really. It was just.., it's hard to imagine myself marrying someone with deeply ty personality like him when there was an angel sent from Above in the picture (*coughs* my love, Taeyang *coughs*).

Correction, actually his personality wasn't really deeply ty as how I described just now. He's actually kind of nice, considering the fact that
1. He paid me a lot;
2. He never cut out the amount even though I spilled coffee all over his branded shirt, which was now ruined forever;
3. He knew that I badmouthed him a lot, yet he never said anything;
4. He paid me on time.

Those were enough reasons for me to keep on working for him despite his avocation to give sudden tasks and announcements. Those were enough, and actually if you're strong-hearted enough to work for a devil like him, you would have the same thought. He's actually a good boss.

I arrived at his office at approximately 04.59 a.m, bringing along only a small luggage. I dressed rather casually because Satan had texted me saying that it's alright not to dress formally. I was wearing the Givenchy T-shirt you gave me along with a pair of ripped jeans. For the footwear, well, my beloved black Chuck Taylors would do.

"It's quite surprising for me to know that you own something else beside those boring office attires of yours."

"Well, sir. I figured out that you didn't allow your secretary to dress casually on daily basis. It's a given that you wouldn't know what kind of clothes I own beside those 'boring office attires'".

He chuckled and stood up from his chair. "Let's go" he said and led me to the parking lot. It would be mark my first chance to see his car. I had always left earlier than him, hence I never got the chance to know what kind of car Satan owned.

Porsche.

Silver Porsche.

I, back in those good old days, had always babbled around saying that I would someday own Porsche. Then I grew up realizing that it would be hard unless I marry a billionaire or I starve myself for a few years. And seeing a real Porsche parked elegantly in front of me, really brought back the memories of those good old days.

"Hello, Sandara-ssi. I knew that you would be drooling over my shiny elegant baby, but please snap out of it and get in" Satan said as he leaned against the Porsche. So I snapped out of it and got in. He got in afterwards and started the ignition.

"The name's Suze" he said as he drove his way towards the exit.

"Yes?"

"I named this baby Suze. I figured out that you're neither a lesbian nor a bi, so that means you cannot love her the same way as I do" I never knew Satan had this weird of naming a machine and calling it baby. Like I told you, people had always been unpredictable.

"I won't, sir. I'm happy with my Bob". Yes, I named my car with whatever name came up in mind at that moment.

"Ah, that old Mini Cooper of yours?"

"Yes.."

"Well, everyone has their tastes. Some, especially high-class people like me, prefer beauty. And some,... doesn't have the privilege to choose." he nodded and the radio. Taeyang's angelic voice filled the air with harmony and beauty. I hummed along.

"You like 'Look Only At Me'?" Satan said as he hummed along too. Wow, what a surprise. I thought he would love Eminem or Avenged Sevenfold or some unknown underground metal bands with a druggie as their vocalist and an ex-criminal as their drummer, but well, it's his buddy's song, he would have to give it a go.

"Yes, I love this song. Well, I love every song Taeyang sings for that matter" I let out a grin and turned up the volume, Satan didn't stop me. Instead, he rolled his eyes and sped up. 

We arrived at the hotel few hours later, and much to my relief, there was no unnecessary drama, meaning that I got my own room and Satan got his own room. My whole body ached as I lied in the bed, and I was really wondering, why would someone as rich as Satan didn't just by a ticket plane for me. Instead, he dragged me into his weird of naming his car and driving it to the end of the world.

Throughout the journey, I had noticed that he was indeed a weird man. He would eat some cans of  Pringles then his finger inside his mouth. Very unsanitary. He would rap in a very high-pitched voice that as much as I hated to admit, actually sounded great. He would suddenly speed up and drive recklessly, then when he didn't feel like it anymore, he would slow down and drive very very slowly. I failed to notice his other weird habits because I fell asleep after that. But I would make sure to write to you when I knew more.

I glanced at the clock and realized that I still had two-hours before I had to wash up and met Satan at the lobby. So I decided to write you this e-mail and had some sleep.

XOXO,

Sandara Park

Author's Note:

This chapter contributes very little to the plot. But I love it,anyway. Daragon peaceful moments~ hehehehe.