1 Chapter 1

On a satisfactory morning, where the clouds are guarding the strong rays of the sun, someone is already up and almost ready to start another day at work. They have black, brushed hair, dark brown eyes, a tie with a black suit in place and a cup of coffee nestling in their hand. Truth be told, that person is no other than me.

I don't usually have coffee, you see, but today is an extremely important day for me. I am going to meet with a special client about raising the popularity of Seoul Star Company (SSC).

Now before I get going, I need to find my work badge. I never leave the house without it (except when I'm not going to work). If only I could find it before the next 10 minutes.

Carefully placing my cup on the desk next to my bedroom mirror, I rummage through my belongings for the ID that gets me into SSC. After a couple of minutes I stand up to my full height and scan the room for the badge. My eyes wander upon the window sill and the object on top of it.

"There you are!" I say whilst trudging forward to get the badge. Sometimes it's frustrating when the thing you need is right in front of your field of vision.

Now that I'm ready, I shall make the coffee in my cup disappear and head to my 257th day at work.

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Stepping out of my Mitsubishi car, I grab the car keys and close the door. Walking through the entrance of the company, I spot one of my employees.

"Joheon. You're unusually early today." I say.

"The same can be said about you, sir." Joheon replies.

"Well, you know what today is." I point to the massive calendar hung behind the reception desk.

"Yes. Today is, hopefully, the day where you get recognised as 'Jeon Junkook: Manager of the Year 2019' right?" Joheon swished his jazz hands towards me whilst winking.

"More or less. I just hope the client thinks that this company is worthy enough to be getting the recognition." I sigh.

"Don't worry sir. You always make things turn out in a good way."

"Do I?" I look at Joheon doubtfully.

"Well, almost."

"Thanks for the support." I stare at him, pouting my cheeks.

"No problem sir." Joheon salutes with a cheery smile.

I smile as I head for the elevator. I press the button and wait for the doors to part. When they do, I come face to face with an ancient nightmare – My High School Korean teacher!

Slowly stepping into the back of the elevator, I gulp and avoid looking at the only other person in the elevator but me.

"So," A strong feminine voice speaks.

"How is your Korean doing, Junkook?"

"It's ok…I've improved quite a lot." I try not to show the fear in my voice.

"That's good to know. Where are you heading?"

"To the office. Top floor." I say looking at the hand that's hovering next to the panel of buttons.

"You must have a high position then." She stands up straight after pressing two buttons.

"Yes. I'm actually the manager of SSC."

"You are?" She turns around to face me and I know I should have been quiet about the fact.

Instead of saying Yes' I nod. I can't speak when her sharp green eyes are piercing through my skin.

"Hmm. Guess you have come a long way." She turns around.

The elevator doors open in time to not let silence take over the conversation.

"Good luck Junkook." My past teacher mutters before going off to wherever she needs to go.

As the doors close, I reply softly with a 'Thank you, Miss Pija'. Although probably everyone feared her in school, she was the one teacher that taught us the best than the rest.

I exhale. A melody radiates from the pockets of my trousers. I glance to the screen of my phone. I find the urgent message. I skim read it and understand I need to hurry to my office – The client has arrived.

Once I reach the top floor, I step through the different people, clients and employees and past the café. I trudge down the shiny corridor, planning what to say and how to say it. The door comes into view and I find my pace quicken ever so slightly.

I stop. I look to the writing encased on the door – 'Jeon Junkook: Manager of SSC'. I glance to the doorknob and go over its golden, circular design. Then I stare at the door, trying to image what might the client look like.

Shaking my head from side to side, I turn the knob and walk into the room to meet my possible future.