In a moderately-sized studio where the sun is visible through the square-shaped glass situated on the roof, numerous painting supplies are cluttered about to create a strategic mess.

A lone girl is seated comfortably on a low stool with a half-painted canvas secured against the easel, her enticing milky-white arm is stretched towards her painting. A high-quality brush best for watercolour paint is gently-yet-firmly held in her dainty fingers.

Another hand of hers peeks through the long-sleeved top. The exquisite appearance of her skin looks even more delicate next to the pastel-green colour of her upperwear. With nothing to do, the young woman's hand is resting palm-flat against the stool, right between her legs.

The working area receives a generous amount of sunlight as it is intended to be. With the morning sun beaming down on her, the light-brown eyes on her person shines even brighter, it is nearly gold in colour.

To complete this picture of peace in perfection, the gentle touch of the sun falls on a crown of chocolate-brown hair to form an angelic halo over the young painter.

Beige-coloured apron covered the young woman's charming figure, reaching to the crooks of her knees, and thus hiding plenty from wandering gazes. A pair of rather-loose jeans adorned her shapely legs. The splatters of colours on it are clear indications to her chosen profession.

From the faded quality to it, it can be surmised that the colour-stains had made its home there for awhile. Moreover, there are vivid colours which are not present in the painting on the easel currently being worked on.

The painter is a beautiful young woman.

As if she is one of the Heaven's most beloved masterpieces, every feature on her person is delicately carved to present a flawless front every being can't help but adore.

On a fine heart-shaped face, auburn-coloured eyebrows are arched enchantingly without one strand out of place and carefully perched on top of charming almond-shaped eyes the colour of sweet caramel. Highlighting the pair of bright eyes is butterfly-like eyelashes, naturally curled and thick.

Reminiscent of the forbidden fruit, the rosy-coloured cheeks that have yet to completely shed its baby-fat sits comfortably below the eyes, enticing people of both genders alike to have a try.

Adorable, is the small button nose gently placed above the pouty cherry-lips that are almost sinful, tempting even the demons. It is simply too much like a devil's whispers of sweet-nothings.

This stunning appearance that could have turned heads wherever she goes, no one would have expected that the young woman have been tirelessly working on her painting for three days.

Other then the short bathroom breaks and the the brief respite where she shovels sustenances down her throat, she hardly left the studio. There is no need to.

The studio is where she sleeps, in the corner where bundles of thick blankets could be found and protected from the sun.

Situated on the second floor of an art gallery where her proud artworks are displayed, the studio offered to the young painter is equipped with a private bathroom and bedroom for her convenience.

As a matter of fact, the whole building is constructed on the behest of the young woman's older brother who is a wealthy businessman with her utmost comfort in mind.

Despite the existing bedroom which can be considered to be quite magnificent with high-end furnishing and careful planning, the young painter much prefer to lounge in her studio on the hard wooden floor.

The concept of breathing where she expresses herself in the wide expanse of blank canvas is much too appealing to leave.

Such is the life of Kwon Yi-seul, K Country's own Michelangelo.

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In a society where men hold power, women has to be smart in their approach to a successful career. Unless one is irrefutably talented nothing can ever hide their brilliance, then it is inevitable to cater to the needs of one's superiors for career advancement.

The invention of high-heels is reserved for women's formal wear derived from the need to stand on equal ground with the much height-inclined men. It has became expected out of career-woman to wear a pair to work.

Not a few men fantasises about an office-romance with a hot, beautiful female secretary wearing a pair of high-heels. The click-clock of the heels evokes a sensual danger they can't help but fall into.

It is no different for Assistant Baek whose main occupation is to manage the schedules of Kwon Yi-seul and ensure the young painter is well-cared for amidst her flood of inspirations.

With every click-clock of her high-heels, the eyes of the men would stray to her path. It gratifies the male workers that such a woman shows herself often in the quiet art gallery.

Assistant Baek is undeniably attractive.

The hourglass-figure that would have many actresses biting their nails in a fit of jealousy belongs to the young woman of twenty-three years old. The tidy appearance of Assistant Baek that reveals little of her womanly assets tempts the men more than imaginatively possible.

The lustrous raven tresses are securely tied in a ponytail, two stray-locks framing the egg-shaped face. With dark eyes nestling underneath the thin cover of the spectacles, the sharp quality to it cannot be hidden.

It is a shame that Assistant Baek would not give even a second of her time to people who are not her employers or are not directly related to the businesses of said employers.

"Assistant Baek looks stunning as always," one of the male workers murmurs in a daze, his stare lingering on the young woman's disappearing back.

"I know. We are so blessed to be able to see her everyday. Even if it's just for a precious few minutes..." the other whispers forlornly, his tone filled with longing.

"How can she be so damn alluring?" another says in mock anger.

The whispered discussion amongst the male workers may be low in volume, but the nearby female workers distinctly heard Assistant Baek being mentioned and immediately connects the dots. This is not the first time, and it will not be the last.

"Stop dreaming!" one irate female worker whisper-yells at the pathetic group of men. "Did you forget that foolish man who ended up quitting?"

The male workers, of course do not forget. There is someone who used to be their comrade-in-arms, appreciating the beauty of Assistant Baek from a safe distance, like admiring the flower on top of a cliff. It's just, said person took a step further and paid the price dearly.

"Ah, Jung-hwan-ah, you had put up a fight. Your bravery will forever be remembered!" the most playful male worker of the lot chants like a prayer.

"Jung-hwan-ah...! Jung-hwan-ah!"

Soon enough, all the male workers followed with the chanting of the male worker's name. The situation is truly comedic and the men who are said to be merely overgrown children enjoy messing about like this every once in a while.

The female worker loses her patience. Clearly, these men have lost their heads. Their stupidity can no longer be tolerated and staying in their proximity would do her no good.

"You guys are hopeless," she eventually says, readying to leave the monkeys monkeying around.

It is at this time that a male's voice cut through, "well, it can't be helped, right? All of us here is for Kwon Yi-seul. Yet when have we ever seen her? Only Assistant Baek has that right."

"Indeed," another one chimes, nodding along as he speaks, "six months we have worked here and other then this Kyung-soo brat, all of us here is first-generation employees."

Lee Kyung-soo is the replacement employee of Jun Jung-hwan, the male worker who suffered a traumatic incident when he tried to approach Assistant Baek with work-unrelated business. Within a week of the confrontation, Jun Jung-hwan quailed and quitted.

"And when have we ever caught even just one tiny glimpse of our illustrious Kwon Yi-seul?"

In K Country, there is no one more famous than Kwon Yi-seul in this century.

Every parents want their child to be like Kwon Yi-seul. Many people aspire to be like Kwon Yi-seul. At least ninety-percent of the whole K Country's population have heard or seen Kwon Yi-seul's creations.

"My Goddess, Kwon Yi-seul... she is only twenty this year... and already she shook the world at fifteen!"

Not one employees in this art gallery is not a fan of the world-acclaimed Art Prodigy, the Kwon Yi-seul. If the female workers are irritated at the unwanted attention their counterparts are showering towards Assistant Baek, now even they themselves cannot deny their worships for Goddess Kwon Yi-seul!

"You are underestimating her! Kwon Yi-seul has been creating masterpieces even before then! She was five when she finished her first painting! It was only until she turned fifteen that her existence was revealed world-wide!"

As the topic of the conversation shifts to the one person they all admire regardless of genders, each and every one of them can't wait to express their deepest devotion for their Goddess.

"'A Question to Myself' is amongst her greatest masterpieces! I did a lot of introspections after I read that book, and I have never felt better about myself ever since!"

From writing best-seller books always in high-demand, painting invaluable paintings seek by numerous art collectors to composing top-hit music scores which never fails to steal public's attention.

"Goddess Kwon Yi-seul is such perfection. She is perfection. There is only a few pictures of her existing in the internet, but she looks like an angel in every single one of them!"

Every single employee raved about their Goddess, Kwon Yi-seul. It is as if there is never enough time for them to talk of their Goddess, the hundreds of praises they have for her is merrily sung one by one.

When they applied for work in this art gallery, they all assume they would be able to finally meet their Goddess. In reality, Kwon Yi-seul remains an urban-legend amongst the workers in the art gallery.

The young artist never makes an appearance, unless the worker is extremely lucky, with the chance of such happening nearly that of winning a lottery.

In this art gallery, only Assistant Baek has the right to go to the second floor where Kwon Yi-seul's art studio is located. For security reason, even the employees aren't allowed up there and as their beloved Goddess' devotees, they would not make it hard for her.

It's just their helpless little hearts, desiring to have that fated encounter with their Goddess!