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Lee Chaerin, as much as she doesn’t want to admit it, had hit a slump. Unlike most girls her age, she wasn’t keen on pursing a cosy nine to five office career for the next thirty years or so. But, in the current economic climate that we lived in, no one could afford to be picky over what job they wanted.  

There were times when she greatly envied her friend, Sandara, for her natural youthful and pretty complexion. She was the type of person who could easily charm anyone, to wrap people around her little finger. Yet, the petite brunette did not exploit this fact; she was far too good-natured to do such a thing. Sandara had everything going for her. She was a fresh out of college graduate, owned an impressive apartment that overlooked a breathtaking view of the city which was generously funded by her swanky new job.

Was it so wrong for Chaerin to want a little bit of success too?

But of course, having success had its costs.

In the shape of twelve, arrogant, possessive, touchy new bosses who clearly did not understand the concept of personal space.

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