018 Magical Door

Aimee decided to walk through the rain.

Came back to her apartment. Looked for solitude and serenity. Even though every day that was what Aimee got and she never felt bored. On the contrary, felt at peace and can think clearly.

( gulp sound ).

( the second gulp was heard ).

"Ah!"

"Bitter and tasteless. Is it because of this strange taste, many people like it?"

She frowned earnestly and folded her legs under the small brown table. Aimee felt her cheeks turn red.

"Hugh!"

Hiccuped once and tried to calm herself down by touching her chest.

"Hugh!"

Aimee's second hiccup appeared again.

She sucked her lips tighter and tighter. Aimee felt the look in her eyes getting a little strange not long after Aimee tasted the drink that she wasn't supposed to drink.

She once ate chocolate that containing wine and missed school when she had to isolate herself to cure her allergies.

Tonight, Aimee recklessly drank 2 sips.

It shouldn't immediately make her start to get drunk and wandering freely.

"Hmm?"

Aimee looked at her room with a strange look. She narrowed her eyes and shouted.

"Where am I?" Aimee asked, a little surprised.

Remembered that she should still be in her apartment room. But why did the atmosphere in her room suddenly change?

The surroundings became blurry. Flipped and sometimes swayed.

Block!

Aimee patted her cheek hard with both hands. Sharpened her vision and found a focal point.

"Ah! I drunk because of two sips?" Aimee asked uncertainly.

Disappointed when her body resistance was weak.

Aimee looked at her phone with a strange look. She was smiling ugly and taking off her thin glasses. Aimee yawned once.

"Hmmm..."

"It's 11 pm. What is that Blonde Elf doing?"

Last night's emergency phone was finally created.

Closed her mouth tightly when she just remembered all that after realizing and digesting her situation.

Aimee closed her eyes for a moment then touched her forehead.

"Omg! What happened? Can my memory be trusted?" Aimee asked the air. After realizing all the silly memories with Alfin last night.

"What did I say to Alfin?!"

Grinning and whining.

"Sob! No. No. I must be still dreaming and hallucinating!"

She pinched her cheek and slapped herself.

"Aww!!! It hurts!!"

Aimee fell limp.

This wasn't a dream and last night really did happen!

"Aimee!! I know you're stupid and sloppy! But, how could you curse that Blonde Elf?!" shouted Aimee excitedly.

Turned on the alarm much earlier than usual. For fear of ignoring the alarm and going back to sleep.

Aimee still had plenty of time to complain because of her cleverness.

Scratched the red and bruised skin.

Aimee grumbled.

"Ouch!!! So itchy!!" She exclaimed without stopping from scratching.

Walked to the side drawer of the small bedside table. Aimee took the medicine box. Took the ointment out of the box and applied it to the wound.

Aimee's eyes couldn't stop blinking. Her lips didn't stop mumbling and her legs didn't stop shaking.

"How is it? Am I going to be fired?" Aimee mumbled so restlessly.

She shook her head and answered confidently. Aimee smiled bitterly.

"Impossible. Alfin needs me. And he's weak against women. He can't possibly fire me!"

Still though doubtfully. Aimee was concerned about the strange rash on her skin. Aimee thought again.

"But, what if Alfin is very offended by what I said and is furious? Makes it difficult for me and makes me uncomfortable working?"

Aimee smacked her lips lightly to give a warning.

"You know, Aimee!! What world are you in? The world of novels or dramas? Why does Alfin have to think so narrowly?" said Aimee to herself.

"If he doesn't like you, he'll fire you right away. No drama. No acting in vain."

Aimee was still trying to keep herself calm while glancing at the clock.

Realize that she can't be late again today because there was a meeting very early in the morning.

Aimee started pacing alone.

Ah! Of course alone. Was there anyone other than her?

Aimee bit her nails nervously.

Plaque!

Hitting that naughty hand on purpose.

Aimee was angry.

"I haven't washed my hands yet. And I just smeared my wound with ointment! Then, I dared to touch my mouth!!"

Aimee cursed at the inanimate object which was her own hand. If at this time anyone else saw Aimee's insanity. They would definitely think Aimee was crazy!

Okay.

Let's shorten what she said to Alfin.

Was he a bad person?

"He-hmm. That's right and right. Then I'm sure, Alfin knows about it."

You just wanted to delegate work to me?

"Yes. He's always had a bad temper, no different from a donkey."

Alfin always had fun alone on top of my suffering?

"Yes. Look how he keeps looking for Isabella and leaves all his garbage work to me!"

( The garbage in question here is the rest of Alfin's work. Not really dirty garbage and should be thrown away )

Then after that, I wanted him not to involve me in the Deluxe Project!

"He-hmm. I'm quite honest. But.."

Aimee was silent.

Was there a subordinate who had the right to refuse a job given by their boss, and filed an appeal?

She didn't want to understand what she was doing. Aimee felt her stomach being shaken.

And in the midst of that silence. Aimee remembered the more surprising thing.

She grabbed her phone and checked the call history as fast as she could.

Aimee screamed in horror.

"Crazy! What is this? Why should I contact him? And why was I talking nonsense?!"

Asked what Zack was calling me for. I was the one who dialed the number first. And most importantly, 'do you miss me?????!!!'

Oh, shit!

Aimee never cursed too harshly if it wasn't in a really precarious situation.

She felt that her world had come to an end and shame ran through her veins.

Aimee slept on her back on the carpet.

"I have to move out of town again! Not in this city. And I have done that now! I need a magical door to go somewhere. Sob ... Sob."

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