“Success comes at a price; freedom and possibly happiness too.” One "It's arson, isn't it?"

I almosted snorted my morning Starbucks out. This bleach blonde bimbo, how did she even get into this department? Oh, I forgot, she wasn't really in "the department". She was secretary number 28 of this year; probably the boss's latest affair. No way she could be a financial advisor with that brain. First thing in the morning, after the elevator ride to the 20th floor, I had to encounter a hideous mop of blonde hair with an equally unaesthically pleasing body clad in whatever she deemed expensive. After ignoring her invitation of eating Krispy Kreme donuts accompanied by a wiggle of her chest, I hold my breath as I walked past her to avoid her nauseating perfume and bumped into Jonghyun from the forecasting department, who only smirked at me.

"Try bear with that, pretty sure boss's wife will replace her by the end of next month." Jonghyun pats my shoulder in empathy. "This one's real attached to you, aye?"

"I don't get it. His wife terrorises every single female worker that gets close to him, yet there is a new batch of women every time," I shake my head. "It's as if she's infatuated with terrifying them as a sick hobby."

"Ah," Jonghyun clucks, "She doesn't have control of who he hires. He manages it all, proclaiming it's his business or something of the sort." With a final shrug of his shoulders, Jonghyun leaves the break-turned-coffee room. "Oh by the way, there's some Kripsy Kreme donuts I bought this morning in the fridge, you're welcome!"

I beam; if there's one person worth coming to work at 8am on Mondays for, it would have to be Kim Jonghyun. While I detest the title of best friends, I have to admit the guy just gets it and knows how to handle things. I sit alone for a few more minutes, recalling this morning's news, sipping at my flat black. In my mind, pictures of her flashed through, from the time we were in junior high together to her most recent advertisement campaigns. Then the big headlines flooding the tabloids and the shaky video footage from reporters trying to get footage of her in her current state; dead.  Found in her indoor swimming pool after overdose? What bull. There clearly was blood staining the carpet and a big gaping hole in the middle of the wall. I remember heading out for my morning jog with my French bulldog at five this morning, but unlike how Pablo usually was when we would pass her door, the door was wide open and he began barking like mad and tried to jump into the apartment multiple times, something he has never done. Based on my uneasy feelings and my dog's intuition, I remember calling her name numerous times and decided to investigate. Her place was a mess and it was ridiciously cold and windy; did she leave the air-con on in her haze? Was this really a celebrity's house? There were bottles and cans of alcohol littered all over her floor, coats and miscellaneous pa