Those Fierce Eyes

*clack* *clack*

As the sound of heels clacking on the glossy tiled floor reverberated, the hearts of the poor employees of the prestigious Golden Dragon Corporation quivered, silently.

Some stole sneaky glances from their desktops, others were too terrified to raise their heads and only caught a faint silhouette passing by, from the corner of their eyes. Their fingers working on the keyboard paused as they held their breath.

Ambling forward, with her chin high and back straight, Miss Song's narrowed gaze turned towards a particular workstation where only a head was peeking out. Song Jia's eyes twitched.

"Wen Yue! Why are you pigging out here..? Didn't you eat breakfast already?"

Holding the black and white folder in one hand, which highly resembled her monotonous personality, Song Jia harshly slammed her palm on the desk as she inquired.

"Ah! Song Jia.. I was searching for my pen, yes. Pen!"

Startled, the person called Wen Yue with taffy brown eyes and thick black hair that reached upto her shoulders shrieked loudly. Smiling a wry smile, she grabbed a pen from the desk and hastily hid the half-eaten muffin in her other hand.

"I can see the strawberry cream on your lips.."

Feeling exasperated on the inside, Song Jia remained cold as she pointed to the bits of pink cream on Wen Yue's face. There were no traces of warmth in her eyes that were nicely hid behind her black rimmed spectacles.

"Uh! Oh.. That"

Goggle-eyed, Wen Yue almost jumped out of her skin after being called out for lying as she smiled sheepishly at Song Jia, who was unfazed.

"Wipe your mouth and get back to work.."

Pulling out a tissue from the box on the desk, Song Jia shoved it into Wen Yue's hands as she spat apathetically.

"Song Jia.. You don't look lovable with those fierce eyes and stop glaring, it's not cute"

Happily accepting the tissue, Wen Yue wiped her mouth clean and smiled brightly at Song Jia. She frowned slightly and shook her head, trying to convince the latter to act a little cutely.

"Wen Yue.. Don't start again!"

Still glaring at the beaming Wen Yue as she wriggled her brows, Song Jia warned softly.

"Ah~ What am I starting? I'm just saying you to tone down your fiery attitude and smile.. See, like this - SMILE!"

Unlike others, Wen Yue didn't cower nor hid herself after listening to Song Jia's words. Instead, she smiled shaking her head, explaining like wise, old saint and leaned closer pointing to her mouth with her two fingers, grinning widely. Her small white teeth shone like pearls.

"If you don't get back to work NOW, I'll have to let you do overtime again this weekend.."

Unable to deal with this little chirpy bird who was always smiling and chattering, Song Jia warned once again. This time, her threat was finally going to work on this merrymaker.

"Ah! But Long Feng told, I mean.."

Stepping back, Wen Yue opened her mouth to reason while staring back at Song Jia in an aggrieved manner. She realized something and immediately swallowed her words back, her lips stretched into a small smile.

"Wen Yue!! Don't make me repeat myself and it's Boss! Not Long Feng!"

Almost on the verge of exploding, Song Jia grit her teeth as she enunciated each word clearly.

"Okay.. I know, bully!"

Puffing her cheeks out, Wen Yue nodded her head as she mumbled. Her big eyes glaring at Song Jia's face.

"Here.. Collect this data, it's the Zhao Corps merger"

Unbothered by the hateful glares directed her way, Song Jia handed the file in her hands to Wen Yue.

"Ah? Did you forget? I already gave you the file regarding the merger.."

With a shocked expression on her chubby little face, Wen Yue looked at the file in her hand and then at the straight faced Song Jia.

"I'm not asking about that.. This! Didn't you check your mail?"

Opening the first page, Song Jia almost shoved the file on Wen Yue's face. She pulled back and inquired, slightly arching her brows.

"Oh! Mail? I forgot.. I'll check now, bye"

Making an 'O' with her small mouth, Wen Yue chuckled awkwardly and sat on her seat before pushing Song Jia to avoid her wrath. Her fingers danced on the keyboard as she entered work mode and stared at the desktop screen with a serious expression.

"Make sure to finish it before lunchtime.. I'll rethink about the overtime"

Seeing how fast Wen Yue had transformed her attitude, Song Jia's mouth twitched. She stood silent for a couple of seconds before parting her lips to speak. Without waiting for a reaction, she turned around and disappeared.

Just as Song Jia's words fell into Wen Yue's ears that were perked up, she curled her lips impishly. Her eyes held a naughty smile in them.

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Lunchtime

With a black sling bag strapped around her shoulder, an expressionless Song Jia strolled through the glass doors of their office's exit.

A frazzled Wen Yue hastily came running after Song Jia when she was halfway from the gates. Her high heels hindering her from sprinting like a marathon champion.

"Hey! Song Jia, wait for me.. Damn! These shoes.."

Rumbling loudly, Wen Yue was seen stuffing her employee Id in her bright red hand bag almost screaming her lungs out.

"Hey! Song Jia are you out for a run or something..? I thought we're gonna have our lunch together.. Shit!"

Frustration clearly etched on Wen Yue's plump little face that was now a deep red as she almost tripped and fell.

The red hand bag, which was a limited edition LV dropped on the ground with a soft thud, the woman jolted in fright. Her heart almost jumped out of her mouth that was open wide, she shrieked silently. Tears formed on the edge of Wen Yue's big, taffy brown eyes.

Meanwhile, Song Jia faintly hears someone calling her name and her elegant brows furrow lightly.

A mildly perplexed expression formed on Song Jia's face as she arched her brow. She was about to turn around and confirm, when a silver Bentley slammed it's brakes with a loud screech, almost giving her a heart attack.