The Cold-Hearted She-Devil

A female employee was touching up her make up while sitting on her work desk. Her nimble hands were expertly applying lipstick on her pink lips. Satisfied, she smiled staring at her reflection before raising her kohl rimmed eyes to her colleague.

"Did you collect the samples?"

The slightly chubby employee in front, shook her head in response, the tiny movement made her ponytail sway sideways.

"No.. What about you? Did you get the statistics?"

Pouting her newly painted pink lips, the first employee nodded her head. She clicked the mouse on her desk and the desktop screen went off.

"I'm on it.."

Suddenly reminded of something, she abruptly turned to face her colleague, her eyes shone brightly at the thought of spreading her knowledge to the world.

To be exact, she was excited to gossip!

"You remember that new girl in Finance Department..? She was thrashed this morning for her lateness in producing the numbers that she was supposed to hand in yesterday, it was sad"

The chubby employee looked away from her desktop and sighed, her eyes still clouded with sleep. She even yawned groggily.

"I heard about that too.."

After yawning she was about to say something when a fruity yet seemingly impassive voice cut her off midsentence. She jolted in her seat, her mouth shut up reflexively as she stared wide eyed at her colleague.

"What's going on here?"

Both the women felt their souls fly out of their bodies the moment the familiar voice entered their ears. Shivering, they raised their heads to see a tall statured young woman staring coldly at them. The stare was enough to scare them to the world's end.

The one who had her face caked with makeup put up a brave front, alas, she failed miserably at it. Eventually her words came out as unintelligible stutters. Her colleagues, men and women snickered on the side.

"Miss.. Miss Song, we.. Nothing"

With a look of impatience, Miss Song coldly spat her words. Her elegant dark set of brows were furrowed fiercely making her appear just like her nickname - a cold beauty.

"Stop stammering like a good for nothing fool and hand in the statistics that I told you to.."

Gulping her spit, the she-devil's 'target for the day' sputtered. She was literally a nervous wreck.

"That.. I, I'm sorry Miss Song, but could you please give me some time. I'll definitely hand them after lunch.."

Miss Song slightly arched her brows, as though contemplating over something. There was complete silence for half a second, all of them held their breath in anticipation of her next words.

After a beat, Miss Song's easy on the ears voice resounded, however her words were grating to hear.

"After lunch? Fine.. Make sure to collect the weekly report from the accounts department, sort them and hand it together.."

Not giving any chance to refute or negotiate further, Miss Song unhurriedly turned around waltzing towards the glass door that lead to the private elevator of their CEO.

The jumpy employee whose heart was almost on the verge of flying out of her mouth, stood up with a start. Her fingers clenching the sides of her black pencil skirt.

Loosening the grip on her skirt, she parted her pink lips.

"Miss Song.."

Halting in her steps, Miss Song swerved around to meet the flustered employee's gaze. It appeared like she was turning in slow-mo and all the beating hearts seemed to stop functioning.

"Yes?"

Entranced, the employee shook her head and plopped on her seat.

"Nothing.."

Frowning, Miss Song darted a glance at the clock in the office and turned, she walked away without a second look towards the forlorn employees.

Shaking his head disapprovingly, a Male employee leaned back in his chair while gazing at the receding figure. His tone heavy.

"There goes the cold-hearted she-devil after striking down it's prey.."

The said 'prey' cried out in distress while holding her head in her hands. Her colleagues could only click their tongues, shaking their heads at her plight.

"Uuu.. I'm so pitiful!!"

*knock* *knock*

As the sound of knocks ceased, a deep manly voice was heard following which the tinted glass door was pushed open.

"Come in.."

Sauntering inside, Miss Song took her place across the huge but uncluttered desk. Her fruity sweet voice was what echoed in the silence. Like music to one's ears.

"Mr Long, here are the files you asked for.."

Eyeing the woman with an angelic face and soul sucking eyes, Long Feng smiled to himself. He placed the pen in his hands away, his stare fixated on the Song Jia's unfeeling front.

Leaning comfortably on his more-than-comfy leatherette, the man in a refined maroon suit quizzed. His black obsidian like eyes gleamed as he stared ahead, his lips curved into a subtle smile. It was gentle and warm.

"Jia.. You look grumpy. What's wrong?"

Without batting an eyelid, Song Jia answered in an unhurried manner.

"Nothing.."

Sighing inwardly, Long Feng continued to have a normal conversation with the said workaholic.

"If it's about work.. Then relax!"

Song Jia merely puffed up her cheeks, clamping her mouth shut and refusing to talk. Helpless, Long Feng steered the conversation away from work as he inquired candidly.

"Did you eat breakfast.. Eh?"

Slamming the files in her hands on the desk, Song Jia glared at the man before her, who was also her boss and 'good friend'.

Good friend? That's what Long Feng says.

"Long Feng! You're my boss and I'm your employee.. Stop doing that"

Like a innocent little child who doesn't know how to bite, Long Feng flashed his million dollar smile at the end of his nonsense.

Nonsense? That's what Song Jia thinks.

"What? I'm concerned about my employee's health.. I am a great boss!"

Rolling her eyes, Song Jia was ready to leave as this much 'nonsense' was enough for the day.

"Yeah, right! I'm going to check on the files of 'Zhao Corps' merger.."

Smiling like a fool, Long Feng mumbled under his breathe while deeply gazing at Song Jia's receding figure. His black pools were holding a lot of unsaid emotions.

"This girl.."