Two

"Let's stop this conversation here my boy, I need to sleep and cease this sin," I grin but straighten up, holding my puppy properly as he fell asleep on me.

"Sure, I'll let you dream about him," he doesn't end with the tease so I hand up on him to be a brat and laugh all by myself.

I have to admit, I don't let my mind free of those types of thoughts when I think about him but I don't care, those are onlyfantasies of a poor lonely girl who doesn't know what it is to be loved and taken

care of by a man.

"Let's go sleep Koya," I peck my puppy's head and take him in my arms, to get to the stairs and both reach my bedroom to finally shut our mind off.

— Next day —

7 am.

1

I enter my office after finishing eating the pastry my best friend made for me for this special day, and walk towards my desk facing the windows. Those which give a landscape of Gangnam.

I let go of my bag and place it down on the flat surface to open it and take my laptop out.

I know I have a lot of work to do today so there's not a single second that I can waste if I don't want my boss to get mad.

I sit down on my chair and let my leather bag on the ground by my side, to place myself in a comfortable position and switch my device on, in order to get to work, but a red item suddenly catches my attention.

Something placed right behind my large screen that never Leaves this room. I grab what seems to be a present wrapped with a lot of care. Red and black, exactly what I like.

I take a closer look at the note given with it and read the words written by someone whose handwriting is more than pretty.

That looks like my best friend's one to my opinion.

" Don't take this the wrong way but...your lips drive me crazy

and I hope you'll wear this like you were used to do it before ♡ Happy birthday ♡"

'Wear this like I was used to do it before?' I repeated in my mind at the confusion. Who could it be?

The only person that I know for a long time is Yohan from who You're close. Of course, Jaemin is my best friend and we both know

each other for years now but he doesn't work here so that can't be coming from him otherwise he would have given me that this

morning when he came to my house.

I stop cogitating and just open the knot to finally remove the top of the box and check what's inside.

A small leather cushion on which is laid a red lipstick. A Guerlain one, I look at what a card placed underneath says. "A gold and

diamond-encrusted lipstick."

My eyes widen at the sentence that I need to read over and over again to believe.

'How much did this cost if this has those kinds of things on it?' I still cannot realize what I read but take the other note on which I can discern the same handwriting than the one I saw on the kind note.

" I also left something inside the first drawer of your desk, because one gift isn't enough for you ♡ "

'Am I playing a game?' I think before peeking into the compartment that was mentioned.

I get the two other red boxes out of it to close it and put everything down on the flat surface.

I don't wait anymore and let myself get

taken over by my eager and curiosity of knowing what could be into those ones.

One for chocolates and the other is full of roses.

I've never been that pampered before.

Maybe this is a day starting well or just something that presages bad news.

Someone suddenly startles me by knocking on the door.

"Come in," I close the boxes and put them aside while the person is entering my office.

"Good morning Miss Han," she bows to me. "Your superior is asking for you and would like you to go see him with 'the work he talked about yesterday' as said by him."

"Okay, thank you for the information."

"At your service Miss Han, have a wonderful day," she bows and leaves nicely.

So I quickly take the sketches on which I worked yesterday and stand up from my chair to go towards the door and open it, in order to walk out and head to your boss's office.

I find it annoying but every time I know I have to go there, I'm stressed out. Being alone in a room facing the one provoking so many different things to my body with a simple look or word, and who now only treats me like a poor woman lower than him in every way is irritating.

I knock on his door and enter the room once I hear his voice.