:: Unexpected Delivery::

I look up at the walls of the room I am in. I am back in the resting-room in my office. The familiar walls are exceptionally comforting as I am still shuddering with fear from my dreams earlier.

A soft clink disrupts the silence. I turn to the source of the sound.

A harmonica looks pretty in a soft case. It is the same one I have sighted in my dreams. Though it is black, it has floral prints in a grabbing light pink colour. I like the patterns on the harmonica. But what is most important is, what does it do?

I scrutinise the musical instrument meticulously. There has to be something unique about the harmonica. Even if it is a gift from Cullen, it must hold a mystery about it. My devil cannot be gifting me an instrument just because he thinks it is fit. I think of all the dramas I have watched and the novels I have read: the possibilities of it being a magical weapon, and I laugh.

"Devil Cullen, ha, Devil Cullen, you have such good taste," I laugh aloud. Sure enough, I will treasure his gift. After all, how often does a girl receive a present from a devil? Although, I do not know what his identity is other than 'being my devil'. I am not religious, so I do not understand about God and Satan. But the night of my former life's death remains clear in my mind. If he is not a devil of some sort, then he must be an otherworldly being, to be able to fly over my head and help me reincarnate into a world of his choosing.

The harmonica lays silent and inanimate in my hand. I pocket it, realising how tiny and convenient it is to bring around. There is still loads I need to do for Shengyi Corporation, now that I am almost done with the final exams. By now, I have already been sleeping for two hours…

"GOOD GRIEF!" I shout in panic. The clock on the wall seems to sneer at me, displaying the time clearly to me in big letters. Seven p.m.! I have been sleeping for almost five hours!

I climb to my feet and hurriedly exit the room. Everything outside is dark, and the lights from the skyscrapers beautify the atmosphere of Andophia at night. I remember how I almost jumped from the tallest skyscraper in the city, which, now, is not existent yet.

The office is mostly dimmed except for a room which still has its lights on, and I know it is Dewey's. He must be hard at work. I knock the door and he opens it calmly.

"Shengyi, you're up. That was some power nap," he chuckles with an immature air. I scowl at him and divert his attention by asking him instead why he hasn't gone home. After all, I have a set of keys of my own and would be able to lock up the office the same even if he left.

"I just would like to finish what's left of this proposal."

I squint my eyes as I try to read what is on his screen. The text on his screen seem to be spilling out into the room as I read, so I stop.

"I guess I am not in the state to work now, even though my energy is replenished." I make myself sound as solemn as possible. "Do you want to have dinner together, Uncle Dewey?"

He smiled as he heard me greet him that way. From the dreamy look in his eyes, I know the answer.

"You have got a dinner date?"

"You can say that." He doesn't deny it.

Grrrr. I am embarrassed that he heard my stomach is now rumbling with hunger, as he looks apologetic.

"Shengyi, I'm sorry. But I already had a prior arrangement-"

I feel bad, but all of a sudden, I sense that I am starviiiinnng. Of course, who would be if you were asleep for so long? Furthermore, doing 'mind-travelling' at that?

"That's fine. I'll get something for myself. Can you lock up?"

He nods, although he looks hesitant. Maybe he is running late, so I offer to lock up instead. I am starving, but I don't want Dewey to miss his date.

With my hand on my tummy rubbing it gently to alleviate my hunger pangs, I say in my head 'I am hungry!! Devil Cullen, feed me."

"Devil Cullen, feed me," I repeat this for about ten times in my mind before I finish closing every door and window inside the premises.

I don't feel anything unusual, or if it is a special communication between me and Devil Cullen. Nor is it a wish. I engross myself in clearing up the tables and ensuring no waste is left behind. Dewey and his hot secretary are such workaholics that they forget their trash.

There are just too many files left on the tables!

I grab up one, and then another remains! As I go through the mess, I realise that a pile of internship applicants are stacked on the desk! But what surprises me is how plenty they are. Didn't Dewey have his secretary already? Why is he now going into taking an intern, especially when he has not discussed the same with me?

The main point is, can we afford an intern? What is my partner up to?

The first applicant is Zhao Shuxian, no other than the Xiaoxian who is now in love with Shan Hanyu. Without knowing, the next applicant has to be Shan Hanyu. I flip through the other applicants' biodata, but nobody seems to interest me. But considering Shan Hanyu has been obtaining consistent As in accounting and finance, and we require an accounting person, I wonder if I can tolerate his presence long enough until Dewey finds a proper accountant.

However, Xiaoxian has nothing on her that would make her a valuable asset to Shengyi Corporation. She struggles to study since we were freshmen, and now, with the rate of her falling grades, she is highly unlikely to graduate with second class honours. It would be most probable that she would obtain a third class.

This is acceptable when a company is hiring, but there are other factors that determine whether she is suitable to work in the corporation given its current state. As I am still having my exams, Dewey is handling the hectic business well; but when we all finish our exams and if Xiaoxian is recruited, she will suffer from her naivety and sensitivity.

As far as I recall, she is not one who can accept constructive criticism due to her narrow-mindedness and she is also timid and inexperienced. She would not be able to work in sales, or approach clients. Furthermore, we are such close friends that I do not wish for her to misunderstand me or bear grudges against me in work.

I mark on her biodata that she is my friend, so I do not wish to bring about conflict by interviewing her. But even if Dewey is the one to interview her, working at Shengyi Corporation would be a bit inappropriate for her, considering how close we were before.

And for Shan Hanyu, as much as I hate him and would wish him to begone more than ever, I have to put Shengyi Corporation's best interests at hand. I remind myself that it is me who doesn't like him, while has completely no memories of the past. Whether the Shan Hanyu has cheated on me or just let me down by plundering my hard-earned money and using it in stock investments, it won't happen in this life. Because he will never get a chance to be close to me!

Drrriiinng.

I hear the shrill ringing of the doorbell, and it instantly strikes me that maybe Dewey is back to collect something. Perhaps he forgot his briefcase, his laptop or possibly anything else. Or he wanted to tell me something. But didn't he have a key of his own?

I open the door and to my absolute confusion, outside stands Cullen Fu dressed in the most absurd courier uniform ever. His hairstyle is even slicked back in the most un-suave style to make himself nonetheless look poor and maybe, pathetic.

"You called for dinner?" he asks, making his voice sound as humble as possible.

"Nah," I say.

"Come on," he urges. "You must be hungry. So I decided to 'dress up' since you don't like me being your rival. Tonight, I am just the courier man to deliver you your dinner. A little bird told me this is your favourite food, al-funghi alfredo spaghetti."

I accept the prepacked meals with shaking hands. How did he even know I was starving and what I liked to eat so much? I am sure someone is letting me out… And why is he even doing this? Aren't we supposed to be business rivals? Why the sudden kindness?

"Wait!" I cry out, just as he is about to leave.