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„Yoooouuuu" he says, making the word seem longer than it is „are my personal assistant" he finishes his sentence and smiles at me yet again.

"Uhhh", drops of sweat start forming on every inch of my body as I look at him nervously. Questioning, his head cocks a little to the side "Is there a problem?".

"Well I" I try to get myself together as my gaze falls onto the desk in front of us again.

"You already have one, don't you?" I excuse myself and point at the desk.

With a relieved expression he waves his hand at my thought "She's just something like a receptionist, she's responsible for everything regarding my appointments and such".

My eyes that could probably belong to a character from a manga just stare at him.

"Yunho you asshole, what have you done, you know I can't do stuff like that."

"Don't worry, you'll be able to do it, Yunho only told me the best things about you" he tries to reassure me, but it doesn't really work.

Confused about all the new gained information I only reply with a "Thank you, boss".

"You can drop the 'boss', just call me Choi San, only San is fine though", he corrects me, again with a smile adorning his face.

"How can someone be such a sunshine?"

"Well then" he pulls me out of my thoughts "I will now show you your working place" and opens the door that is right in front of us.

Behind it I spot a medium sized room with two desks with computers, chairs, telephones and other office supplies. On one of them there's a golden sign with the name of my boss written on it.

I'm still standing in the door frame and watching everything before my boss pulls me out of my amazement "You can enter, I don't bite" (haha yet).

With a nod I enter the room and am led to my desk. "But before you start" he speaks up "I have to clear up some things regarding your dress code".

Still fascinated by my desk I just reply with an unknowing "Yes" and he continues.

"Well, firstly it would be better if your dress was...for example black, it would compliment your pale skin."

"Wait is that an insult or a compliment about my skin?"

"Then" he starts again "No tights, I don't like them and they don't always match the outfit".

"Okay what the- is he going to be my personal stylist too or what??"

"And lastly, no shoes with heels, it would be weird if you're taller than me or if you trip over. You're cuter when you're small" he finishes his sentence and smiles at me innocently, as if what he had said before was nothing.

"Okay stopppp-

DID HE JUST CALL ME CUTE?!!??!"

A little confused I just respond with a slow nod, which he takes with a grin before walking to his desk to sit down on his luxurious chair.

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20.05.2020 / 20:03 / 514 words

Send so much luv to my translator PrincessTaecci
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