I speed-walked into the building with my hair still damp from the shower, my heels click-clacking like a tap dancer having a breakdown. I punched in my ID card and half-bowed at the front desk auntie like a good exhausted employee.
As I stepped into the elevator, I caught my reflection in the mirror
Great. I look like I got into a bar fight with a raccoon. And lost.
"Please don't let Mr. Jeon be early. Please don't let him be early…" I whispered like a prayer as the elevator dinged on the 19th floor.
I stepped out.
Dead silence.
Too quiet.
That's never a good sign.
I tiptoed to my desk, placing my bag gently like a mom putting her baby to sleep. And just as I was about to sit—
"Miss Kim."
I froze.
I turned my head with the energy of someone staring at their tax bill.
