This was the third time this week. You tapped your foot on the ground, waiting impatiently for your coffee. Seong, your assistant, taking his sweet time to get here.

He rushed into the doors of your office, putting the paper drink carrier on your desk with an apologetic look. He wanted to beg for you not to take his job.

"Sir.. I swear, there was just traffic in the elevator." It wasn't the job he was concerned about, if anything it was all to get closer to you. Seong couldn't lose you.