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Edited and updated on 11th Aug

It was like any other monotonous day. I glanced at the paper back, whilst blowing the nutty flavor of coffee, down my throat in two sips. I was hoping to take a break from the agenda. Locking my eyes onto the brown liquid that spun in smooth circles, I whirl the ceramic cup.

Expecting my eyes would catch something other than that, I stared back at the check-list only to face palm myself. Dang it!

Updates/ Announcements

~Introducing the new assistant at nine.

I rubbed the sides of my forehead.

I practically came in here, to continue my work that I was ninety nine point nine percent sure by now, would never happen. The news of the day, a little too captivating for my own liking.

My eyes quirked at what I heard this morning and a low groan escaped my lips as the receptionist announced the particular 'news of the day'. "Alright, thankyou," I answered, realizing I was being a bit too shocked to say anything. Besides, on the other side, her face clearly showed the deadpan in her voice. She had been putting too much limelight for her sexy boss, that she didn't want her unanswered by him.

Ten minutes ago, I received a call from grandpa and in a matter of minutes, he updated the news.

The way I told him I don't need one, the way I tried to explain I'm an oh-so-brilliant mega brain, the way I steeled my grandeur by highlighting the fact; I'm a former president's grandson went down the drain. The whole effect suddenly proved effortless when he inaugurated his stern policy matter-of-factly.

"I've settled everything you stubborn child. Do as you're told." That's it, and dismissed.

Yet, I master the mantra 'worth proving it wrong', which in turn volunteered an idea bloody intelligent. That's to interview her one more time. Though she'd already finished the formalities.

No sooner, you'll know the biggest mistake I'd ever done. That's, underestimating the power of a turnover.

I gulped some coffee.

"Dr. Yoon, May I enter?"

As the sudden creak of a door flew in the air, I felt my coffee turning up. Quickly, I fought back the reflex. See? The Warning God was invariably on cue, but as my intimacy towards the Good God stood supposedly bigger, I ignored it as usual.

I calmed my breathing to welcome the turn over.

It was one-on-one now.

"Hello to you, please take a seat."

A pair of legs walked in, whilst the other pair left closing the cabin door.

I darted my gaze from brown Sperry shoes, to blue skinny jeans and to a velvet jacket which stood right top on my view, due to the glossy chestnut locks falling on it, and finally interlocked with a pair of amazing brown eyes.

Much longer and that focus would have killed my grandsonly challenge over my grandpa's.

After all, grandpa's choice? A woman? Time was on my side, today.

She stared in disbelief, squinting her eyes. Like most elementary kids do, at the sight of chucky. I felt absurdly different. My lips pressed to a thin line, much thinner than the previous, as I had a strange lingering feeling that I'd been evoking the spirit 'Truth or dare?'

"Anneyoung, Please take a seat," I repeated the monologue, thinking she wouldn't have come across the word 'hello' in her vocabulary. Normally, girls don't like keeping their mouths shut at my smooth presence.

Okay, this is different...

And it practically is killing me.

Huh? Patriotism?

"Anneyoung, anj-eunseyou."

Her lips twitched splits apart. I watched discreetly as its cupid's bow jerk up, but eventually no words came.

Try another wavelength?

I braced the fiercest of all possible tones, my eyes skeptically narrowing with fury. "What's your name?" I snapped.

There was a booming yelp, which sounded exactly like electrical lightning. Later examining her expressions, I come to know it's an incredulous gasp.

"Why did you change your hairstyle?" She was all absorbed.

Forgetting all about my own conclusions, I wrap an arm around the fact; she's no different from any other girls.

"Would you mind showing some interest on taking a seat? Like the one you showed upon my hair?" I say morosely.

An easy pushover.

"Take a look at these files," I handed the lilac colored emergency files, which she immediately obeyed.

"Give your opinion spear like. Very pointedly. What do you think?" I tried my best to show unbiasedness engraved on every possible word.

Formalities, before rejection.

At once, the answer came out.

"I think contacts would look good on you than glasses. Plus the hospital is too luxurious, the renovation is ongoing too. I heard you always collaborate on volunteer programs. So, how come you maintain the hospital? Does it cost an arm and a leg?"

It was my turn to stare distinctly at the walkie-talkie before me.

How could grandpa ever think I'd be capable of standing her up?

Not even a minute, I can spare.

It's like digging my own grave.

Knowing what I've seriously gotten myself into, I choose the most appropriate words to speak, "I was asking you about the files." I clench my jaws and my neck vein pops instinctively; melodramatic ones are the last I want to spend my time with.

Realizing what I wished for, she ran her eyes rapidly through the pages.

Embarrassment..? Not even a trace.

Apology.....? Not at all.

"The first one is presumably hypertension. Seems like the patient undergoes a lot of stress. Continuous medication has also caused a reduction in the blood pressure peaks, but you see, since the person is overstressed it'd be better to include a soft music session during his medications which would gradually soothe the cerebrum," she ceased, proudly.

Not willing to appreciate her victory, I say in defense, "Figure out the importance of getting some oxygen, instead of defending your life for a sentence."

Her eyes lit up suddenly and she outstretched her hand, "Songbin."

I mean, what's wrong with her? What normal people don't do at the wrong time, she does. What normal people do at the right, she ignores.

Shaking my head I flicked my glance to the paper back, scrolling down the page. From the corner of my eyes I could see her give a doubtful look, tilting her head a bit, as she did.

Silence.

A toxic one though.

We avoided eye contact for the next two seconds, during which she held her thoughtful pose. Then something clicked her mind and she drummed her hands on the table.

"I knew it!" she smirked.

Like I would look at her. But I was wrong. I had no other alternatives but to wash some sort of a reaction out of me, as the next thing she said made me stare at her cluelessly.

"Your degree is fake!" she shouted, motioning her index at me.

What the heck is wrong with her? How could she possibly say that? Doesn't she know, the hospital I worked hard to establish over the past few years, was now the number one in the country? Doesn't she know, the proprietor of the hospital, was one of the youngest achievers in the country?

She's nothing but an object of scorn.

I opened my mouth to clear her confusion, but not given the chance of talking. Let alone talking, I couldn't even utter a word.

"No worries," she whispered, leaning her head forwards. "Your dark secret is safe in my hands. You see, it's no surprise someone like you to buy a degree, but free advice- the authorities might cancel your license if you get caught. So don't do the inappropriate until I tell you what to do," she nodded, apologetically, as if she was the brainstorm.

I was taken aback. No one ever dared to speak like that to me. If only she was; other than the softer sex, I'd bring the living shit out of her.

"If you really want to work with me, you'll have to learn the art of not speaking-"

"unless you're told," she completed it for me. "You're the twentieth person to say so. Apart from my family; they can always stand that, they're much used to it you know, two of my friends have said so. They're not my best ones. So no emphasis. Anyways what I was trying to-"

"Oh, shut it," I huffed. My upper lip curled in disdain.

I take my coffee and rotate it in circles to get over the feeling before it grips every ounce of decency within me. A light touch prevents my hand from continuing what I'd been doing. I watched as her hand embraced mine and my eyes dropped in surprise.

Did she...just touch me?

"Don't do that. Because, the earth rotates counterclockwise and you whirl it clockwise. Trust me, if you continue to do so, one day the earth will blast," she said popping her eyes out their sockets, indicating how serious they were.

What kind of a stupid myth was that?

Ignoring her remark, I tried to pull my hand but she held it firmly. Her eyes gave me the look 'NO'.

"Dr.Song, this is a hospital. You're not supposed to play the fool here," I tightened my free hand on top of my lap.

Patience.

"Please don't do that. Think of those desperate kids, their lovely dreams you wanna destroy, just because you can't control your ego."

Enough is enough now.

I extended my force a bit, at once the grasp loosened and she gave over. The next thing I realized was, my shirt stained brown and the liquid smeared a patch on my expensive shirt.

I glared as she bit her lip. "What the fuck did you do to my favorite shirt?" I yelled at her in a distraught way. She allowed herself into a tailspin. Her mouth opened but without a word it sealed back to its original place.

At last, one responsible reaction.

No, I was wrong. In a sense, she mouthed a wide smile. "I didn't," she interjected. "It was God. You thought he would let you do whatever you want? After all, it's his world. He won't let you destroy it."

Either I was mad or an idler in a standby mode to reply her. I dreaded the thought to argue back. Leaving it businesslike, I made my way to my private cabin. She projected herself slowly, hands on the sides of the office chair as in a manner to get up.

"Don't move," I defended.

~*~

Her sassy ways are completely getting on my nerves, I thought whilst closing the wardrobe door. Grandpa might have forgotten his hearing aids on the day he interviewed her. That's the only acceptable explanation I could come across besides his liking to her.

I unbuttoned my shirt. Forbidding the splotched one, I put on the new arm cut, freshly taken. Inhaling the essence of my Creed Adventus, I drift my hand to tousle it sideways, when the door opens and walkie talkie dashes in.

"Oh shit," I throw myself away from her gaze.

Embarrassed, she looks everywhere but me. I quickly button my shirt and she walks to my closet with her mouth wide open.

"Oh my god. Its the topmost blackwood," she exclaims, gently caressing my closet.

"GET OUT!" I shout, whipping my body to her.

Once the shirt is done, I walk towards the corridor.

She's so dead.

She stays there, looking at her feet, cornering herself to the wall. I grab her by the arms, "Who the hell showed you this place?"

"Um...she." she pointed to an unnamed direction, looking confused.

Jandi?

"Guess what? We're friends now. Her name is Jandi. I was waiting in your cabin and she came. She was actually looking for you. I told her, you left since you peed on your shirt. She was confused and I was like 'he spilt his coffee.' Funny, right? Then I asked her to show around, we talked about foods all the way here. She's a foodie-"

"I only asked who it was," I cut her off.

Doesn't her mouth hurt? As much as my ears do?

I shift my eyes at Jandi and I notice her talking to a patient, giving him instructions. The patient nods in understanding and evacuates the place.

She walks to us, mouth full like a Cheshire Cat.

"Sunbae, your choice is amazing," she smiles. "Enthuse me. She's your new assistant. Right?" Her eyes popping out of excitement.

Despite the fact I lost feelings for her, handing her to my bestfriend, I still can't persuade myself to down her spirits.

"Uh-I guess so," I answer, ignoring the hissing sound in my brain.

No sooner, you'll regret it.

A/N:
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