When Gayoon walked into the station the next afternoon, she was deadbeat. Her nightshift ended at 5 am and the encounter with the strange money lover left her even more tired. She vaguely wondered who the handsome stranger was.
"His looks may be devilish but his tongue is a killer," she sighed. If only he had a gentle personality, she would have followed up on her grandma's advice and latched on to him. Too bad he had a nasty attitude.
She put her bag on her desk and sat on her chair, turning on the computer. The amount of files which needed to be updated were killing her. She had to go through at least 200 old files everyday alongside the new ones which only increased her already thin patience.
"Ugh!" she exclaimed. The database was so outdated that she would have to retype a lot of the information. Looking at the numbers and evidence only made her head spin. Gayoon laid her head down, trying not to cry in anger.
"Whatcha doin?"
