✰-𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐬

Kamazia felt her feelings to be a tumbling mix of growing irritation and confusion.

Maybe she had expected something more after having been bidded a ride home by her bosses bosses boss,or having been told that there would be continuing consequences after being let off the hook of almost getting fired.

How does one just move on from something as such?

After the dementials of her last encounter with her bosses bosses boss,she's felt threatened with every little thing that she oughts she might've done out of place.

If she'd wandered a little too far off course with her practice task of creating an chocolate delivery delight set on dietary ingredients,would it come back to bite her in the ass and have her fired?

Or maybe she entered the lobby of her work building late by five minutes after an lunch break, waiting on the warning to be launched into her face by the bosses bosses boss himself.

In the panicky predicament of always feeling she has to look over her shoulder,was where Kamazia had occurred in for quite the last days.

She wasn't at her full coherent train of thought as she woke up that morning,seeing as she also spent time late into the night overthinking the possibilities of her possible future spouse cheating on her, wasting her hours of precious sleep.

Wasn't quite different to the days of before,as she would always end up tossing and turning in bed for one other reason,it seemed it wouldn't let up until she eventually fell into a God wrathed predicament again.
Her movements are monotone as she stands from the bed, removing her clothes from her closet and moving herself into the bathroom.

Only when the cold wind of outside snaps to her face after having exited her apartment,does she realise that she's been in her head for all the while that she's been doing her morning routine.

For in the confines of her mind travels the pondering thoughts of...

How long until I actually get fired?

Would it be so bad to quit first and spare myself the embarrassment?

Why does this water need to be so warm?

For what fucking reason does Mr.Kim need to be so hot?

Why even,am I placing his face into the that of Daddy Tae?

"Fuck this shit."
She sighs as she climbs into the transport that would escort her to work,a normal metro train, pulling her Chino latte to her lips to devour the caffeine inside it,hoping for an energy boost that may as well calculate how far she goes into this day before dropping dead.

To be fair,she was being quite dramatic,but that was to be expected in the least, seeing as how panicky she'd been caught up within herself.

Her footsteps are loudly heard as she walks through the lobby of reception,entering the elevator along with that of her work colleagues,all placing a button to be escorted to a different floor,hers seeming to be the highest of them all.

Craft and Designing being on the fourteenth floor of the twenty floored building.

In the elevator is a silent hum, accompanied by the classical music that fills the cubicle boxes confines,the shuffling of a couple individuals feet that try to right themselves or maybe, the rustling of a paper.

Normal,as had been her first three weeks after being bidded that ride home,and yet...

The paranoia stitched itself into her skin,into her thoughts,into her fucking every waking breath.
She just wanted it to be over with already if she's being honest,has even submitted to praying to the heavenly father that it ends.

Unusually odd, seeing as she strayed far from her failing relationship with the man above.

Once on her floor,her eyes flit over the people that she's come to befriend sitting in their respective spaces,or rather where they wanted to situate themselves today while cooking up a new design for the upcoming valentine's release.

Her office floor was very different from the accountancy where she has first been caught red handed,and instead of enclosed cubicles with a singular desk,three chairs,and a spectacular view down from what the fourth floor could bid them,her very own office was more open planned.

Which meant that her office was situated as so that she could easily walk into her neighbours,and they therefore hers.

It's how Martha crosses over to her personalised premises(what's she's named to heaven of a big space in her head),the environment of where she scratches her head while creating possible designs of how their vintage dark valentine chocolate and their release could go.

"Zia,you were called up to the office."
She says,grabbing Kamazia's half drunken cup of Chino to sip at it, gagging when she tastes the essence of tasteless caffeine mended with water,milk and cream.

"This tastes like shit."

Martha Isabella Moguel Moterno came from the New Orleans,a petite brunette that reached Kamazia's shoulder at 5'5,with dark almond shaped eyes,a body that dipped into a clockwise figure that Kamzia would sometimes envy,and a brooding personality that consisted of sarcasm most of the time.

Kamazia fell in love.

"Did they say what they wanted?"
She asks,unbothered by her colleague's and close friend of three weeks,the sassy sarcastic bitch that's she's grown to enjoy the company of, being one of the three of them that had been selected, courtesy of their chocolate designs being top tier.

She's scratching through the drawers that run along the length of her drawing desk,her pencils and some scattered white papers laying askew,that with the slight splatter of cocoa that she must've messed when she was spending her last work hours in the laboratory yesterday.

"Nah,just that Mr.Kim requested for you.
Also,mind spilling the beans on you being called to the highest office in this building for the second time in a month?
Rumor has it that people rarely enter and exit there with their job and reputation still intact.."
Martha says,and Kamazia is reminded of at just what lengths she would go for a little gossip,chisme she once told Kamazia it was in her language.

Kamazia's movements pause all together as she glances up at Martha that's still sipping on what was supposed to be her first dose of caffeine for the day, unbothered and only slightly curious as she waits on Zia to answer her.

She finds herself not able to answer her friend that's intensely watching her through her dark pitless orbs, instead,she panics internally while resisting the urge to slip into Damian's office to steal some of the liquor hidden in his secret drawer hidden in his third drawer to the left of his desk, something that he still thought to this day no one knew about.

Deeming herself already fucked,she oughts to think Mr Kim wouldn't mind if she deluded herself with a boost of alcohol,maybe it would seize him to end her quicker than he had intended as well.

Unfortunately,she could only hope.

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Taehyung is slighted as he stares at the email.

An request of his presence at the golf tournament that Agaro Ball was hosting two weeks from now,also one of their biggest clients that bought a hefty amount of their chocolate delights to serve in their restaurants that served all around the large estate.

They preferred their chocolate fresh and straight from the Delicacy Factories, having also taken part in requesting specific designs that his Craft and Designing department had to conjure out of the depths of their minds.

Now that he thinks of it,this could pose as something educational as much as punishment, couldn't it?

Kamazia Trustiath has been floating amongst the confines of his mind for the past few weeks,and no matter how much of his time he's spent delving deeper into work,he's mind would still be pulled back to her mere moments after he's left alone with his thoughts.

He's ashamed of himself as a man,as he recalls how some of them would be accountable as appropriate.

But he was working on it,and at this gleaming opportunity that may be in front of him,since it hasn't slipped his mind that he'd promised her that she would definitely receive punishmental consequences onto that of her actions,and that had also been the loophole to fester her to the forefront of his mind every damn time,maybe he wouldn't be as festered with her presence in his work building as much if he'd finally given her what he'd promised he would.

Fuck,how he would love to make some other,less inappropriate promises-

He's kept himself under control,at least, keeping his restraint at a level to be proud,quite satisfied with himself as he only allowed him small sightings of her walking through the lobby,or running over to another department.

He's embarrassed himself enough when he'd walked through her department a hefty amount of times in her first week of internship,and he wouldn't dwell that low again.

For fucks sake,he had an image of respect to uphold.

And now,he rathered that he couldn't possibly be slammed with a law suit of stalking and inappropriate behaviour.

So he calls his assistant to his office,and tells the man to call Kamazia up to his office right after,a self satisfied feeling settling in his stomach.

It felt like reining in his sanity bit by bit.

He would definitely be rid of his slight obsession once he'd delivered what he'd promised her.

Right?

Right.
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Rightttt lmaoooo.

Last update for a little while, I'll be taking a break for the festive season !!