I stared at the water full of rose petals in front of me as the petals softly caressed my skin. Classical music was playing behind me. 'Neighbours Piano' was the name of the song that filled the room with soft melodies.
At least that was what my maid informed me. She had said this "Lady Jasmine, since it is Thursday, today I will play this song on the Radio" So this person even had a schedule as to what song to play on a specific day? Never mind that, who even was this 'Lady Jasmine' and what was I doing in her body, enjoying all this luxury that was rightfully hers? It felt wrong to be sitting in the warm bath that she would bathe in every day. It felt wrong to be even called 'Jasmine' when I wasn't really her. I sighed in deep distress, thinking about my strange situation.
After I got out of the bath, I wrapped the towel on my body and got out of the bathroom. I saw clothes that were ironed and washed, laying on the bed for me. There was undergarments, a white shirt, black pants, a black tie and a black blazer. It was a business suit. So whoever Jasmine was, she was a businesswoman. I slowly dressed into the clothes and looked at my reflection.
My current body had curves in all the right places. I had well-endowed bosoms to compliment my chest. I also had a curvaceous bum. My hair was a deep raven colour and my almond shaped eyes were of a dark green hue. I looked at my eyes that pierced the mirror with their cold gaze. This woman didn't have even have a single wrinkle…did she ever even smile? I shivered as I stared at the reflection in the mirror.
I sat down on the bed and looked at the room more closely. This seemed to be a hotel room…then how was a maid familiar to this body, here? I ignored this fact for later as I stood up to go out of the room.
Behind the door was the maid again, she handed me a briefcase which was probably mine. We got into the elevator and the maid clicked the button to the lobby of the hotel.
As we arrived to the lobby I saw a few people lined up and standing as if waiting to greet someone. When I stepped out of the elevator they all started bowing and said simultaneously "Good morning, CEO Cho!" I was a…CEO? It was as if my body moved on its own because I stepped out of the elevator and walked to the entrance of the hotel and walked out ignoring the greetings.
There was a black Cadillac waiting outside for me. Just as I was about to reach the car I saw a man running towards me. When he reached me he started panting, out of breath. By the looks of it he was probably my secretary. I took on the facade of a 'CEO' and said "You're late" looking at my watch. He straightened up when I said that. He bent down once more and profusely apologised. I sighed before saying "Stop" He nodded multiple times before opening the car door for me. As I sat down he closed the door and sat in the front beside the driver.
To someone on the outside it may seem that I was a calm and collected person but on the inside I was a mess! I had so many emotions piling up. First I was confused as to where I was, second I was astonished that I could act so much like a CEO or someone who held authority but most of all I was scared. I didn't know where I was, why I was here and what I would do?
My thoughts were interrupted when the car suddenly stopped and I heard the door open. I stepped out into broad daylight as I saw a huge glass building standing in front of me. This couldn't even compare to what my old office building was like. For one, it was a just a small brick building and was nothing as classy or fancy as the building in front of me looked like. What even shocked me more was that I owned this? I breathed heavily, feeling very anxious at that moment and trying very hard not to display it. My secretary looked at me expectantly. I stared at him coldly before asking what my schedule was. It seemed to have worked as he shivered before speaking.
He carefully went through what I had to do today as we walked up to the building, where I was greeted by the employees. As we reached the first floor where my office was located I couldn't help but think how the name 'Jasmine Cho' seemed awfully familiar…
I sat down at the glass desk that had one computer, a telephone/buzzer and a few documents on it. The secretary who's name I had learned was Kiro, went to grab me a coffee whilst I started work.
Just as I was about to grab a document to start on, I froze. Everything started to make sense. Wasn't Jasmine Cho the CEO in the novel I read!? The one with the detailed sex?!
Wait! What?!