"Sir, I would like to introduce to you, your new secretary,"
Bryle introduced me to my employer.
As the man turned around us, my breath seized in my throat.
My heartbeat faster, because he looked just like
Cyrus, my otome boyfriend.
The likeness was uncanny—the same tall, beautiful body and those piercing eyes.
For that moment, I felt as if I had entered that otome game.
"Welcome to Dre.@im Company, I'am the CEO of Dre.@im Company, Leo Cyprus"
he said,extending his hand with a pleasant smile that made me feel butterflies,
much like Cyrus did in the game.
I shook his hand,
attempting to calm my rushing heart and
wondering if this job would be even more
exciting than I had anticipated.
"Boss, I need to go,"
Bryle remarked, giving me a good luck sign as he walked away.
"I think you're familiar with your job description now.
You're Melody Violet, right?" He remarked as he sat down in his chair,
gazing at my employment files.
"That's right, sir," I said firmly.
"Okay, I want you to sort out those documents and make a report ASAP,"
he instructed, while his gaze fixed on me.
I stared at the stack of files that needed to be sorted.
"Here we go with my job and I can do this!"
I cheered myself, staring at those stack of documents in a rack.
As time passed,
I began looking through the documents,
focusing on arranging and gathering the pertinent information
to make those report sorted and compiled.
and finally, after what seemed like hours of diligent work,
I completed the task and delivered it to him.
"Sir, the documents have been sorted, and the report is ready,"
I announced, handling him the compiled report.
He read the report, nodding occasionally.
"Uhmmm, Good work, Melody. However, I need you to go over it again
this data must be focused and easy to understand also
ensure there are no errors. This report is crucial for our upcoming meeting."
I withdrew the report, understanding the need of this precision.
"I'll make sure it's perfect, sir,"
I assured him, determined to match his expectations.
I read over the documents once more,
meticulously reviewing each detail to ensure everything was correct and detailed.
After a careful inspection,
I presented him again the final report that I resorted and
followed his instructions.
"Melody, I need you to double-check this one more time.
We can't afford any mistakes," he added, handing it back to me.
I replied, slightly angry but professional,
"Yes, sir. I'll review it again."
After another thorough examination,
I returned the report to him.
"Still not quite right, Melody. Go through it again," he insisted.
I felt frustration rising but kept my composure.
"Of course, sir," I responded
taking the report back and going over every item and the data once more.
Finally, I handed it to him again, assuring that it was perfect.
Without looking of the reports I made, he continued,
"Melody, I need you to sort it out once more."
I tried not to seem irritated as I said,
"Sir,
I have carefully reviewed it multiple times;
there are no errors."
"Do it again, Melody,"
he firmly commanded with his brows up staring at me
like he is not convinced with my performance.
Taking a big breath,
I reclaimed the report and went over it carefully four times in row,
making sure there was nothing more to correct.
"God! This man makes my patience low"
I followed his instructions multiple times .
But I need to calm myself because this is my first day of work and I need to be composed
and act professionally.
Another minutes had passed and I finally sorted it with his instructions four times.
I returned it, and this time, which I couldn't contain my annoyance in a moment
if this will change again without looking my reports.
"Here it is, sir. Again, SIR" I murmured, attempting to keep my voice steady.
"Thank you, Melody. Okay Good!.That's all, you can go"
He just said like that without even looking at it! this guy really challenge
me and graving me to death.
I walked back to my desk, feeling manipulated,
but resolved so that it won't impair my performance.
I sigh of relief as I sat to my chair that I finish the report
but still I feel annoyed with his action,
In a while Bryle came over, looking concerned.
"Hey Melody, why the long face on your first day?"
he said, sitting in front of me.
"Bryle? Is our boss always like that?" I whispered.
"Like what?" he replied, leaning in closer.
"Uhhhhhh, never mind," I sighed, leaning back in my chair, feeling drained.
Just then, the door to our boss's office opened.
He stepped outside, giving me a cold look.
"You may now go home," he said.
He walked towards the elevator as our workday ended.
I watched him walk away, thinking to myself,
"Hmmm, you're handsome, but your attitude is not."
I whispered this so quietly that only I could hear it.
Tsk, I need to hurry home. I'm craving fried chicken,
and I miss Cyrus I forced myself to get out of my
funk and entertained positive thoughts to lift my spirits.
I came outside of the building and the rain began to pour.
"Oh my that's great, it's raining, well It's still good because I brought my umbrella"
I said, appreciative that my umbrella was with me.
I dashed toward the bus station just in time to catch the arriving bus.
When I reached near my house,
I dropped by the convenience shop because I was craving of ice cream
despite the rainy weather.
Given with my preferred taste,
I set out for home while the rain pattered against my umbrella
in a rhythmic manner this makes me calm all of those tiring job I had.
As I got closer to my apartment,
I saw a man trying to fix his car by the side of the road,
completely saturated.
I help him by reaching the umbrella to him,
I did it out of sympathy and little bit concern because
he was soaked because of the heavy rain.
As I walked through him I was caught to his body and
he is my type, grinning my lips while walking towards him.
"Hey, do you need some help?" I said as I approached to him.
When the man turned to face me,
I was stunned that it was
Leo Cyprus—my boss!
My eyes wide at the sight of his soaked clothes sticking to his fitted body,
showing off his abs and ... and ...
To my amazement of it,
I drop my ice cream and it splattered to the floor.
"Ohh my why he is so hot"
I said at the back of my mind staring his fitted and perfect body.
He is like my Cyrus.
"Miss Violet?" he said, equally shocked to see me.
I snap back to reality
"Uhhhh, Mr. Cyprus, you're…..… wet," I stammered, stating the obvious.
He glanced down at himself and suddenly the environment moved slow and he became sparkly.
"Why he is so handsome"
gazing at him as I bit my lips.
Shocks!! What am I doing ??? Fantasizing my boss???.
I shook my head and he look back at me, a hint of amusement in his eyes despite the rain.
"Yeah, I noticed. Car trouble."
I awkwardly extended my umbrella, trying to cover both of us.
"Here, use this."
He smiled and took the umbrella from me.
"Thanks, but you're going to get soaked too."
I stammered and said, "Uhmmm, I need to go now, sir.
My home is near anyway and,.. uhmmm Goodnight."
I was outraged at the image of my boss appearing
like a character from one of my otome games.
Without waiting for his response,
I turned and dashed to my apartment
as fast as I can and not realizing that I was soaked to the rain as well.
As I approached my door, I smiled at the absurdity of the scenario.
Today had been quite intriguing.
My thoughts kept drifting back to my boss's impressive physique.
"Why does he have such a good body?"
I muttered to myself. Suddenly my stomach grumbling because of hunger.
Then it hit me—oh no, I forgot to buy chicken!
I bit my lip, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration.
The chicken shop was close to where I'd left Mr. Cyprus.
"AHHHHHHH, why did I dash straight home?"
I murmured, my eyes welling up like a child.
In a moment I realized that I could order a chicken for delivery.
I instantly called the chicken shop and placed my order,
pfeeww! I feel relieved.
After what I felt like hours waiting for my fried chicken, I heard a knock on my door.
"Oh, that was quick," I thought, opening the door excited for my fried chicken.
But instead of the delivery guy, I was face-to-face with Leo Cyprus.
I froze, my heart racing,
and without thinking, I slammed the door.
"Why is he here?"
my cheeks flushing as memories of his chiseled abs flooded my mind.
"Why am I acting like this, like a maniac?"
giving myself a light slap to snap out of it.
Taking a deep breath, and opened the door again, attempting to calm myself.
"Mr. Cyprus, I apologize for closing the door on you,"
I said as my voice filled with concern.
He suddenly blushed and looked away,
leaving me wondering why he was acting like that.
"Uhmm, Miss Violet,
I'm sorry for interrupting on your private space.
Uhh mmm, but, you see, I, I mean I think you should change your clothes first,"
he said,with lowering his gaze.
I looked down at myself and was horrified by what I was wearing.
"AHHHHHHH! Nooooh" I shouted loudly as I hurriedly closed the door.
I was wearing mini shorts that revealed my legs and a loose shirt with no bra.
"what the, now what? How can I face him ?"
I panicked and immediately changing my clothes into more proper attire.
I took a heavy breath and open the door again, my cheeks still red and flusterred with shame.
"I'm, Im sorry about that a while ago, Mr. Cyprus".
He stood there,
holding the bag of the Fried chicken that I've ordered,
with a smirk on his lips.
"I think this is yours, Miss Violet,"
he said by handling the bag.
My face turned to red like a shade of crimson as I took the bag,
attempting to avoid his amused stare.
The tension between us was apparent,
and despite the awkwardness,
there was undeniable chemistry in the air.