8- To the den.

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Every once in a while, she soaks in the rain and watches the stars appear in the sky between hues of purple and blue.

She sighs and smiles, loses her sanity to the colors that reflect her aimless yet solid dreams.

When the cold air and the icy raindrops fall on her face and she closes her eyes to feel every sensation.

The perfect image of a scared man with unfocused eyes plastered into her head makes her desire to see him once again.

If she could call him a gemstone, she'd call him different shades of jade.

His orbs resemble the night sky, just ordinary but it's the look in his eyes she seems to never forget.

The rudeness slipping off his tongue is only a failed attempt at hiding his vulnerability.

She smiles at the sound of rain falling on her skin and hums to herself as she waits for another encounter.

In the company of her fantasies, the rhythm of her beating heart and the course of the stars on the sky remind her again of how beautiful this lonely night is.

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~Valarie~

I kind of feel bad about feeding off of a person's weakness. Is that even a weakness? Superiority complex maybe? It would be a good thing if he has a superiority complex, that way, I'd always have a justification at the tip of my tongue.

I shook my head to get these stupid thoughts out of my mind. I'll have to give him as much respect as I can now that his cooperation decides my future and my dreams.

That's what my professional behavior is supposed to be. No matter how bad he treated me I should never, ever, be swayed. Even if his behavior makes me want to crack open his head. I must control myself at all times.

The few points that I wrote in my journal were enough to keep me going. Like 'never give up' or 'emotional blackmail when needed' and some other stupid ideas. I also need to discuss how I'm going to interview and observe him.

His schedule seems to be packed. Thinking that I'd be visiting him between work and even visiting his place makes me shiver.

I don't know if it's an elite opportunity because he's a handsome guy, maybe the most handsome guy, or it might just turn out to be a nightmare for me.

You chose this for yourself, Valarie.

I might as well decide when to hold my funeral at this rate. As I was lost in gruesome thoughts, my phone rang.

           "Hey, what's up?" I heard Noah's cheerful voice from the other end.

           "I'm trying to decide if I should call Joshua Kim or not," I replied without even telling him how I had been doing.

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