When The Assistant Finally Left, Amara Covered Her Face With Her Hands And Cringed Internally At How

When the assistant finally left, Amara covered her face with her hands and cringed internally at how that situation unfolded. Not a good way to make a first impression for the heir's girlfriend meeting them half naked at home, then babbling trying to save face. She was usually better handled than that -- she'd never live this down.

"Be careful," she said in a strained voice, but more so out of embarrassment than worry for him. She nodded at the soft kiss and promise to eat something, letting Sky leave and deal with his own work issues while she gave up trying to go back to bed and start her day.

She hated her day job. Half the time Amara didn't show up, and the bosses didn't seem to care. Even she knew she wasn't a good worker and was surprised they kept her as long as they did, staring at a computer and blindly entering numbers at half the speed compared to the rest of her coworkers. All for a crappy paycheck. When her phone buzzed, she answered it too quickly thinking it would be her boyfriend only to find an address, a name, and a picture which meant she had a new target.

Amara sighed. She texted back a promise to her other evening boss to finish the job before nightfall, and peeked over her shoulder at her locker where she kept a change of clothes. No weapons, but she was good enough to do the job without them.

[text: Sky] I might be a little late tonight. Work keeping me.

It was always the first few steps, those first few seconds away from her, towards the man his father wanted him to be that were the hardest. Business was no place for softness, Father had made that... painfully clear throughout Sky's upbringing. So those steps away, to greet his Secretary were spent by Sky trying to push down that warmth, the softness that sat so easily on his lips and in his eyes when he was around her.

Usually he had the whole walk down from the hallway to the car to steel himself. But those 5 extra minutes meant that Chan, his and Father's assistant had taken it upon himself to meet Sky halfway, to ensure he was on the way. Which meant whatever this new project was had to be something pretty important. He stopped and let his head tilt as he listened, having to try and steel himself in half the time he was used to and--- And? Sky blinked, Chan having glanced.. behind him? And with one soft voice and a glance behind him, a hint of that warmth was right back in his eyes....and in his cheeks.

"Ah......" Sky breathed out a soft chuckle, looking back at her . If his eyes traveled over her frame for a few long seconds, what of it? But he blinked back to Chan in light confusion, as the other man mentioned Amara looking.. familiar?

"That...Maybe..." Sky nodded a little, stepping just a bit between Chan and Amara, blinking and nodding as it came to him. "Probably when you visited me that one time a month or so ago?." Seemingly satisfied with that conclusion, Chan went back to wait in the car with a sense of urgency Sky more than understood needed to be replicated. So he breathed out a soft breath, and let it fall from lips pulled into a soft smile.

"I have to go now or I'll get an earful. But.. when I can, I'll text you, okay?" He leaned in, kissing her cheek, caressing the other with a fleeting, furtive touch. "I got breakfast ready in the fridge. Make sure you eat before your shift, okay?"

"No." Absolutely no picking her up from work. That was the quickest way to get her father's attention and get Ayrton pulled in to a mess that he wasn't ready for. Or, maybe she wasn't ready for. Ari wasn't about to let something screw up the only good thing she's had.

"All good things come to those who wait," she assured, another kiss to his lips again. "You'll have to miss me. I have to go. I promise I'll reach out to you when I'm done. You'll have to be patient."

ayrton couldn't be happier about their situation . for a long time now , the male felt happiness in every aspect of his life except in the romance department . in an era of fast relationships it was hard to find someone willing to build a life together , a font of frustration for him . that was until he met ari , who so kindly filled his days with sunshine ( which , by the way , became his loving nickname for her ) . smilling up to her , the male nodded . ❛  of course , my sunshine . i can pick you up at work , if you want ! ❜ suggests already eager for the time they will be reunited . ❛  oh , you know that's impossible ! i'll miss you dearly . ❜

Changbin in his tiny green shorts for @rhyperographer

Kimi rolled her eyes, though her face was directed down at the papers so she didn't know if Junji saw her reaction to his words or not. "What are you talking about? We're getting fucked right now," she said, gesturing to the endless work surrounding them that was taking over her night. But he had a point -- she deserved a day off and spend it with someone, so she needed to get it done and quickly.

She helped direct him on what to do and how to do it, working efficiently despite how tired she looked. The food he brought seemed to help.

"Whether or not you see it, we both have lives. Problem is that work is our life, so we don't have anything else to add to it. I don't do much in the way of sleeping anymore. Dinners are whatever you bring me," she admitted with a shrug, attention going back to her work.

Dedicated to their work, they both are, even if, sadly, neither has received the recognition they deserved. That’s how it goes in big corporations, after all. Along with the 7/11 konbini he bought for her, there are a few drinks. “Come on, you say that, but if I swing by tomorrow, I know you’re going to pull the same stunt. I’ve caught on by now,” he says, his tone light. He gets it. Balancing work and a personal life in their world feels almost impossible. He gives her a soft smile. “Also, I’ve seen dead people in my dreams who looked more alive than you do right now. If we finish all this, you can take tomorrow off, yeah?” Though he’s a journalist and not in data, he helps where he can, taking on the small, easier tasks, much like an assistant would, while she handles the biggest part of the work. Cracking open a can, he surveys the mess of papers. “So, what can I do? Proofread and archiving like the other time? This pile?” he asks, already reaching for the folder on top. He stays, sipping his drink, helping her out as she eats and works—nothing new to them. Flipping through a file, he chats with her between sips. “Ever thought about what our lives would be like if we actually had one?” His tone is cynical, but there's a faint smile as he stays focused on the papers. “What do people even do when they don't work? Go back to their significant other? Have dinner together with them? Watch TV? Fuck? Fall asleep in their bed?”

"I'm happy to do it. Truly," Seoyun assured him, wanting to give the best impression of the hotel as she could. She'd been about to ask if Yunho needed more help for his departure, however she was interrupted by a very loud, agitated customer slamming their hand down on the check in desk and yelling at one of her employee's with a berating tone.

Seoyun didn't tolerate anyone yelling at her workers like that. Clearly, something had happened, but it didn't excuse this sort of behavior. She backed away from Yunho and his adorable child to confront the man, only to approach with an introduction and get met with the same screaming, this time directed at Seoyun rather than the worker.

Carefully, Yunho took a seat and arranged Yunhwa in his lap. The child yawned once more, but there was an alertness to his eyes that wasn't there before. He'd been promised something sweet and he would not settle until he got it.

While they waited, Yunho took the opportunity to text his boss an update. A little delay couldn't hurt too much, and he could always make a call once they were on the road. He looked up when Seoyun returned. With a smile, he bowed and accepted the coffee, his smile widening as Yunhwa bowed while taking the cookie. "Thank you, really. You didn't have to go out of your way to do all of this, but I appreciate it all the same."

"Well, I'm a designer." She turned her sketchbook to the side to show him what she'd been working on. "There's no shortage of photographers around, so there's not really a need, but I could put a good word in for the company and get you a position. If not, I'm sure I could use your help in the studio." She would have never made it as far as she did if someone never gave her a chance, so she often liked trying to give the same opportunity to others who were trying.

❛  sorom ?  ❜ jihan repeats , relieved to see her finally smile , taking it as a sign that he's not being a bother . ❛  pleasure to meet you sorom .  ❜ he nods . looks down at own camera , happy with the view of the pictures . ❛  thank you --- yes , i'm an arts major . i , well , yes , i have thought of doing it professionally , the opportunity hasn't appeared yet , to be honest .  ❜ shoulders shrink in a sign that it doesn't bother him as much as it once did . however , her next words surprise him very much . ❛  what ? job ?  ❜