Aysel was whispering to herself in utter nervousness because this was the first time the triple E boss had visited the company and she could not wake up earlier.
The anxious lady walked towards the arcade and the loud unorganised tick sound of her black heels was audible enough to indicate that she was done for the day.
"Come on. Come on!"
Pressing the elevator button she was getting impatient for its arrival, Aysel glanced at the end of the corridor thinking that whether she should take the stairs or not.
A drop tickled down from her hair strand and fell on the floor in a slow motion with a muffled cry, as Aysel averted her eyes steadily as if some shooting of a Korean drama was going on.
The door of the elevator opened and a figure emerged from those four composed walls, as Aysel gasped at the heavenly godly person who was standing in front of her; comparatively her disheveled state the smirking man had an utter sense in fashion.
