Doyoung 2

So I became Kim Doyoung’s personal assistant. It already had been a week, everything went by so fastly, to be honest. I just run from errand to errand, Mr.Lee tailing me to catch any mistake. And I found myself leaving the office with a bunch of files to read up every day. I was generally not even seeing Doyoung, he was too busy with an overseas contract and his private plane trips took most of his time.

I definitely didn’t aim a personal assistant experience in my job plan, I was pretty certain that my dream was to be a journalist. But the man had a different kind of charm, he looked into your eyes and you followed his orders even when you were weighing how much of his leniency was just an appearance. 

Now I needed to spend my night writing a personal appology to the owner of a detergent company because they didn’t like the lawsuit news report about their company. And the person-al was meant to be Mr.Kim in that sentence. Ruby peeked at my computer above my shoulder as I looked so intensely to the empty word page, that it would catch fire if it was a literal page.

“What are you pouting about?” she asked pulling a silly face “Are you not happy mister handsome-mysterious-sorichthathecouldlitarallybuyyourfamily hired you as HIS PERSONAL assistant”. That earned my smile, she just knew me so well. “ ’cause” she added “that’s a solid reason to be whiny about. Except for the rich part, you know I have a soft spot for rich men. I can have