《Introverts Lifeguide in Apocalypse》


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    Have you ever had this feeling where you drown the more you struggle?


    The feeling that the entire world is against you and that every power in the world is against your happiness?


    I have that kind of feeling all the time.


    But that damn job application was a turning point, my turning point.


    Maybe yours was when you were sitting behind your desk working and drinking your favorite coffee and you felt ominous and that feeling never left you then on. When your favorite coffee never tasted the same again.


    When everything started turning towards the worst possibility.


    As if a long-forgotten deadly beast we had once run away from had found us anew.


    Showing its fangs and telling the world that their doom wasn''t far away, even if they had chosen to cowardly run away from it.


    Despite not being prepared for it.


    Even if they had CHOOSEN to forget it.


    Even if they had ALREADY forgotten it.


    Flipping the first page, she read the questions one by one.


    1. Name:


    The black pen slowly drew the name "Dawn" and paused on the last stroke of the syllable "n" before writing her last name, "Bright".


    After finishing high school, few people had asked her for her name, meaning fewer opportunities for her to dwell on her name''s meaning. No, she still dwells on it often. Who is she trying to fool? People asking or not asking doesn''t have a great impact on this matter. What matters is why they ask and their actual intentions.


    2. Age:


    The pen drew again " 28 years old". She nodded, convincing herself, not too young! But not too old either.


    Her parents named their firstborn "Destiny", which means fated or destined. According to her second aunt, when she was drunk out of her mind, they were not romantic or metaphysical but didn''t want people guessing that their baby''s daughter was the actual reason for their marriage, so they named her such a pretentious name. Noting, she said that at one of those big parties when all the relatives were present. Well, it was indeed the reason and everyone knew it, but nobody was foolish enough to mention it. More specifically, not after Destiny graduated from the top of her class and entered the country''s best medical university. Making her the pride of my parents, and,most importantly, the bragging tool of Grandfather Bright who is not only rich but a filthy rich building owner, caring a lot about reputation and education.


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    Seeing the boldly marked word, "Completed", in parentheses, she sighed and wrote "high school degree".


    ''if these rich people were anything similar to her family''s kind of rich people, they would not count general practitioners as doctors'' she thought while seriously considering if asking about education could count as racism. Just then, she decided that if she ever became a court member, she would suggest it as such. "Not that I will ever get the chance!" she muttered under her breath.


    When Destiny and her twin, Damon, were two years old, Dawn was born. No rumors surrounded her birth, therefore following the Bright traditions her grandparents took it upon themselves to give her a meaningful name. A name that she usually blames all of her misfortunes on its meaning. A perfectly, beautiful name.


    4. Gender:


    While thinking ''asking the gender is racist'' and ''How does my gender matter in my ability to tutor? '', "Female" filled the spot.


    After her paternal grandparents heard about the great disappointment of not awaiting a grandson, they named her Dawn. Too bad they hadn''t the opportunity to meet her adult self before the naming ceremony or they might have named her, a "waste", a "shame" or even a "white-eyed wolf".


    6. Martial statue:


    "Singel".


    "Such a pretty name you have, Dawn. Your parents must love you very much to give you a name that has such a beautiful meaning.", she had heard several times. Shamefully, they did not intend the meaning for her.


    They wanted a boy. A male to continue their legacy. So they named her Dawn to make the bright daylight come after her.


    And like god had heard their plea, a second twin was born. They named their bright day "Divine" which coincidentally has nothing to do with day or dawn. Of course, the Bright family had carefully chosen a name for their heir. Making sure the perfect meaning would pave his way to success and perfection. Because some faulty product could not inherit their legacy.


    5. Experiences:


    Well, she had seen her relatives experience a lot, but this is not the place for those experiences. Those experiences do not belong to Dawn, so the empty spot gets filled with "None."


    "Faulty product" was her elder brother''s childhood nickname. Given by the almighty Bright, our paternal grandfather. Grandfather Bright decided on that when Damon was only one and a half years old. Why? Because when Destiny could both talk and walk and steal everyone''s hearts, the one named a conquerorwas still crawling and had yet to utter an understandable word.


    Of course, that was a thing of the past. Now, he is only called "your honor Judge Bright". He was a late bloomer, but most definitely not one to get overshadowed by Destiny''s genius.


    Self-introduction:


    Cursing the question maker she made up some white lies: "I am very interactive,", not in the slightest, " outgoing", not at all, " social", actually an introvert," person who loves children", not in a hundred years, "I''m on a break from EPS", a prestigious, "school of medicine.", thinking about dropping out, " I would love to help your son, by his side, achieve his academic goals", need the job for money.


    EXACTLY the job for money, not the money earned from the job. A long story. Until a few days ago, I was living the boring, peaceful daily life I had earned going through hell. Then, as if telling the world, "I want to throw away everything for greed". I just came here for this job.

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    [Do you guys remember the story I told you once?


    At that time, I had just started the blog, so maybe you weren''t with us.


    So let me tell it again.


    Once upon a time, there was a little girl. She wished everyone could see the world the way she saw it. Full of magic. Full of secrets. As magical and horrifying as it originally was.


    I wish she had never wished that.


    So be careful of what you wish.


    Maybe the Amen pigeon hears your prayers and God tired of all your nagging just make it come true..


    May the new year be a happier one. May you survive and may God be tired of the little girl''s naggings again.


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    My mother always told me to live in reality. She told me that life is cruel and that not everyone gets what they want.


    She said that not everyone is talented and that I should live rationally and according to my abilities.


    I grew up having 6 siblings. A pack of three: Destiny and Damon, Divine and Diana, Diva and Dylan.


    The two older siblings, always competing with each other, had lots of tutoring classes in math, biology, physics, and languages. From school to high school and from high school to university. Never ending classes.


    The Divine pair, Divine and Diana, which also means divine, were divine in every aspect. Of course other than their personalities. When they were born the real states sky racked, which made them, grandfather''s lucky charms whom he always looked after.


    They are the families lucky or should I say divine ones.


    Early on, Grandfather took over Divines education. Education to make him his heir. Divine did not disappoint him at all. He, similar to Destiny and Damon, had great academic talent. He got his degree in business management with top grades while also receiving our grandfather''s tutoring and engaging in the business world!


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    Grandfather paid all of Divine''s educational expenses. However, he had to also engage in sports, and my parents, who would love to have an athletic child, would pay for that. An athletic child, who is also the most likely to get a lot of shares from Grandfather Bright. Now, when I say sports, I MEAN SPORTS. All sorts of them. From boxing to hiking.


    Diana was talented musically, with a divine voice, and divine fingers in addition to a divine face. A born to be a musician.


    So how could the family not invest in her? Teachers, expensive instruments, competitions, concerts sponsored by father, flies aboard and a private driver were always arranged for her.


    I once heard father drunk talking about how he never got the chance to bloom his musical talents and I''m also grateful that he didn''t. In that regard, he''s on my level. Beneath average. So if he did we all had to go to grandfather''s place begging for food.


    Father wasn''t the only one with a favorite child. The last born was Mother''s favorite. The second to last, grandmother''s.


    The third twins are, 4 years apart from me and, 3 years apart from the divine pair, and 6 years apart from the genius ones.


    Diva looking remarkably like grandmother, also inhered her talent for dance and pursued a dancing career. She entered an art school which I wasn''t even allowed dreaming of.


    Once I had mentioned my interest in pursuing dance. The response from my parents was, a waltz teacher arranged for all of us siblings. Then, out of nowhere, Diva begins attending all sorts of dance courses. The reason: Grandmother Bright had seen her dancing and saw real talent in her.


    I may seem jealous or even evil but, in my eyes, she did not seem anything out of the ordinary.


    At least, not in those lessons we had attended all together.


    On the contrary, I had mastered the waltz. To be specific, everyone had mastered the waltz.


    Well, It''s better than nothing. My parent could have completely ignored my request.


    But they didn''t. The reason could be the prestige brought or perhaps they just felt guilty.


    Actually, before that, I was attending piano lessons. It was one thing I felt proud of and was good at.


    Anyway, when Diana asked my parents to try and show more talent than me I had to stop.


    Our family couldn''t afford nurturing two musicians was what I interpreted from my parent''s whispers and worried looks. At the time, my father''s business had encountered difficulties and even though they didn''t show it, I still felt uneasy and burdened. Resulting in my decision to let go of professional persuasion of piano.


    Last but not least Mommy''s baby boy, Dylan. He was crazy about cars and speed. Spending crazy amounts on cars and racing courses and whenever someone complained about his spending hobbies, mom would stop them. Not that anyone complained besides me.


    She wanted him to play around and be a child. A mindset that she didn''t have while raising her other children. Anyhow to everyone''s shock, the spoiled brat became a popular actor. He even entered a good art university. Someone who did nothing but play around got accepted into university. Money does wonders.


    How did I live you ask?


    As my mother asked me, I lived according to my abilities. I got accepted into a mediocre university for teacher training.


    No tutoring for the mediocre me.


    After all, not everyone gets the same opportunities. So after getting accepted, my parents told me off.


    They said they couldn''t afford to send four children to university, at the same time. They would rather pay Divines side education, basketball. Damn, Divine.


    As the one raised to always have consciousness, I understood I shouldn''t ask them to pay for my education instead of the blessed Divines. But my understanding and not getting angry weren''t the same.

 Im the main character!

    Thinking I''m the main character in some TV drama, I run off home in a pit of anger.


    I didn''t have my phone on me. No purse or ID card. Not even a close friend to go to.


    I was afraid of loneliness, of darkness, of the future, and of the alone me in my dark future.


    That day, despite being hungry and fear of darkness, I didn''t go home until very late.


    I was too afraid...


    I felt like a stranger. My clothes were sweaty from running, my eyes were puffy and my throat hurt. I hadn''t cried, but I had screamed like a madman. I felt sick. Quiet a bit.


    I haven''t been sick since forever. Even at times, I wish I was.


    I had a strong body. Even at times, I had a broken mind.


    My body was burning, but it still dragged me through the darkness.


    Then, I was at our house''s doorstep ringing the bell. The door guard, who I probably woke from sweet sleep, opened the door while cursing under his breath.


    After looking at me and not seeing any sign of me being thankful or sorry, the old guard furiously went back to the guardhouse.


    We didn''t have the best relationship. But If I wasn''t in this shape, I would have at least made an effort to thank him. After all, I had woken him in the middle of the night.


    Anyway, he wasn''t particularly nice to me. So, I also ignored him and took my time going through the large garden. ''What was I going to say to my parents?''


    Opening the entry door, I shut my eyes and waited. It was oddly silent. When I opened my eyes it was also oddly dark. In that darkness, I found the light keys and pressed them.


    The once-dark house was bright now. My feverish eyes looked at the clock and it showed 04:15. Knowing Mom''s personality, she would have waited and scolded me for being reckless. Not seeing her, made me worried.


    The worry-worm I went through all 8 rooms in the two-story house. Only to find all of them empty.


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    My already shattering brain now becomes chaotic. All kinds of thoughts went through my brain, ''had anyone got into an accident?'', ''was it father''s heart?'', ''did Damon get another asthma attack?'', ''had mother''s business gotten under?'', '' Has Diana''s sickness come back?'', ''was it Divine''s trauma?'', ''Did the dumb Dylan eat peanuts again?'', ''Had Diva finally starved herself?'' or, ''Has anyone di..!''.


    As I was panicking, I saw a note on the fridge.


    "We are at the oldies'' house.


    Mom made you some pasta,


    Location: In the fridge.


    Mom''s order: Don''t answer the oldies'' call.


    P.S. YOUR MOST HANDSOME BROTHER ;)".


    It was Dylan, not for calling our grandparent Bright for oldies, and not for the childish tone, but for calling himself the most handsome. It was me who gave him that nickname. He was the most similar to me, apparent-vise. Therefore, without objections, he was also the most handsome.


    Before knowing it, my face was wet with tears. Not from the childish note. Not from mom''s tasteless food, which she insisted on making at least thrice a week. Not from sadness and either from happiness.


    It was from relief and fear. I was relieved that everyone was okay, but I feared myself. I feared my thoughts. I didn''t want to become unreasonable, and I hated to add another burden on my already struggling, parent''s shoulders.


    The decision to leave the house became an obligation. I didn''t even know if I could take looking at Diana and Divine and stay sane. It was an obligation I owed my struggling parents.


    So, I went to my shared room with Divine and started packing up. Some of my decent outdoor clothes, some of my comfortable outdoor clothes, plenty of indoor clothes, a towel, my toothbrush, some underwear, my sports bag, ID, passport, credit card, phone, driver''s license, and I was done. Two large suitcases and a bag.


    All ready, but with no means of transport or destination!


    I was thinking of how to solve those problems when I saw Divine''s car keys on the board. So what if he was going to throw a tantrum? There was no way in hell that the old guard would give me a drive.


    In addition, he would for sure get a new car as an acceptance gift from Grandfather Bright. If not a mansion.


    Either way, I had all the rights to use his car, therefore I took it and dragged all of my baggage down the stairs.


    Well, not directly. While passing through the hall, I went into the first twin''s room and took all the entry exam prep material they had. This time with no fear. They lived near their respective universities and they wouldn''t even need those.


    Had I gotten all the help I needed, I would have been content with becoming a teacher.


    However, the situation has changed. There is no way I will become a teacher when the twins get to high places, having all the support they want. Not that being a teacher is bad, but it is not a job that makes me needless.


    If I become a teacher, there is a chance I will somewhere in life have to ask others for help. That is something I would very much hate to do. Being looked down on is something I had enough of.


    I went out to where the car was parked, loaded everything in the trunk, and drove to the door.


    This time I didn''t bother waking the guard and opened the door myself.


    ''Where should I even go?'' I asked myself as I drove away from the house.

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    I hate to admit it, but I hate discoveries just as much as I hate surprises. That dawn, after leaving the house, I had a discovery. I don''t have a single person to turn in to. No one is close enough to ask for help.


    Having this discovery, I added making close friendships to my bucket list.


    ''Just to be clear, I haven''t stroked it yet. Once a lonely wolf, always a lonely wolf. It''s pretty addictive!''


    Anyway, I have always been very strict about my likes and dislikes. I hated complications, and I was comfortable with straightforwardness. So when thinking about whom to ask for help, two candidates came to mind. Grandfather Bright and Grandfather Miracle.


    Rich and Rich. One trading land and the other trading lives. Neither is easy to approach and both are pretty capable of helping. Though, as people famous for being pride crashers, I wasn''t sure if they would help.


    Grandfather Bright, owning multiple businesses and lots of land, is a multi-billionaire. Someone who doesn''t even eat without a reason. He would use his lunchtime to check the quality of his restaurants and fire chiefs.


    Grandfather Mirakel owns multiple recognized hospitals around the world and is also one of the most well-known stock traders in the world. Similar to my other grandfather, a multi-billionaire. Differently from the latter, he would eat his food for the satisfaction it gave him. Plus the satisfaction of calling whoever he knows to make them feel like they are not worth anything during it.


    Raised around people like those two, ''A prideful person is the type of person I was at the time'' I had never lowered myself to anyone and naturally hadn''t asked for any human being''s help. Therefore, it was a tough decision that possibly resulted in a lifelong blow to my pride.


    ''Which, funny enough, is nonexistent now!''


    On one hand, there was Grandfather Bright. A great man who already sponsored many students. However, similar to me, he had distinct dislikes. For example, he disliked me for two reasons.


    First, because I looked like his cheating mother. Second, because I am not an OM or a G.


    OM standing for an obedient mute and G standing for a genius.


    Inversely, there was Grandfather Miracle. Someone who never spouted kind words and always criticized everyone. Someone with no particular dislikes for me. He is a being who hates everyone equally. He had no filter at all and spouted out everything.


    His words are 75% criticism, 20 percent sarcasm, and 5 percent a mixture of orders mixed with scoldings, and rarely seen worry. Which, of course, is also sarcasm.


    My careful consideration of these two options resulted in approaching Grandfather Miracle for housing and employment at his hospital.


    Taking into account the absence of His wife who was on a trip, he was the safer option. Why? Because I''m hated by both my grandmothers, too.


    Anyway, the plea for help went as follows. After lots of begging, I got permission for a temporary stay at my grandfather''s house. The time limit until the Grandmother''s return date. Got a job, not at the hospital but as a housemaid at his house. Of course, after his humiliating me to the boots. "What makes you worthy of becoming my secretary? You don''t even have maid qualifications!"


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    That devil gave me $3500 a month but made sure to reduce the living expenses from my salary. A salary of $3500 (-$1000) a month which raises to 500 bucks if I last two months.


    Like that, I signed my very first Slav- ahem, job contract. I was more or less familiar with the cleaning. Mother hated having a stranger in her house and we had no housemaid in our huge house. Resulting in, the whole family knowing a thing or two about cleaning. The problem was the amount of work and the cooking.


    After a month of working, I could understand why none of his housemaids could last more than a month. He was picky and petty. A clean freak that nitpicked at the slightest disorganization or dust.


    However, thankfully, he was not picky with food and would eat anything. Or maybe it was the sanctification of ruining someone face to face, but he ate whatever I cooked.


    I lasted for exactly a year. During that year, the main character part of me wanted my family to regret it. So, sleeping barely two hours a day, I studied all my free time. I had cleaned my life, of all worldly joys, no dramas, no games, no animations, and no comic books.


    I only ate the healthy food provided by my grandfather. To be more precise, he bought the ingredients, and I boiled them. The one thing missing for me to become a complete monk was a hair-free head.


    That self-torture ended on a freezing morning, which ironically enough remained cold until the evening. The Morning, I went to retake the entry exam. Despite the crowd being super noisy, I could hear crows scream. Screams that sent chills down my whole body.


    ''This is not good! Crows are bad omen.'', is what I thought that day. The foolish me didn''t know that omens don''t exist.


    Catastrophes don''t send alarms, they ambush!


    Hard work never betrays, is a saying I had long lost faith in but the unexceptional me, who never could reach my siblings, achieved acceptance at ESF. The same university as Damon, a top university for geniuses, and the same field of study as Destiny, medicine.


    While seeing the results, I was numb. From a feeling I get a lot, but I still don''t have a name for it. When sending the application, I avoided all the fields my siblings would choose or had chosen. I wanted to avoid competition.


    However, as if kidding myself, I had added the medical field at Damons University on top. Then, as if god was joking with me too, I got accepted.


    Competitions are not good. Specially so, when done, between siblings! When I was in elementary school, I saw my parent and their siblings competing over everything and treating each other like enemies. However, believing that I would never become like them, I promised I would always love my siblings. I will become happy when they are happy and sad when they are sad, and vice versa.


    Do I have the same thoughts now? Without a doubt, I still love my family. But do they have the same ideas about me?


    Early on, I understood that their love for me was not unconditional. For example, the gentle Divine could turn into a curse if I were to attend conferences with Grandfather Bright.


    Even if I did so much as attend a few informal meetings as a translator. That would make Divine feel threatened and consequentially show hostility.


    A continuous hostility that led to my beloved long hair''s doom, just a day before school opening in my third year of middle school. The hair he used to comb and braid for me.


    I feared that something similar could happen between me and Destiny. Of course, I know that there are many fields in medicine. But you never know what will Destiny think of it. I could just hope she wouldn''t mind.


    Had I known that even after ten years, not only she but no one in my family would know I was studying medicine, I wouldn''t have freaked out about it.


    When I got accepted into medicine, I went back home. Only to release that nobody cared about me not being home and the same about my return. At least I hadn''t gone back expecting them to pay for my education. Even then, I was not that dumb. The tuition fee now was way more expensive than that of teaching schools.


    Everyone played dumb. No reaction at all, as if I had never left. Not that I had expected anything else. The only change was the absence of my roommates.


    With the phenomenal school expenses, I simply realized it was more economical to live at home instead of Grandfather''s place. I love him, but not only was he a clean freak and extremely bad-tempered, but he also charged me with rent.


    All my savings could only pay for one semester. So before the university entry, I searched for part-time jobs.


    Of my 100+ job applications and interviewees, none succeed.


    The poor introverted me with my lack of communication skills and no experience couldn''t even land a job at a supermarket.


    Then, with great humiliation, I went to my grandfather''s place and asked for part-time jobs. I guess he pitied me. Because not only did I get the cleaning job back, but he even gave me a job as his secretary. Meaning I was his secretary on days he was at the clinic and his house''s cleaning personnel the rest of the week.


    Since I didn''t pay for the rent and food expenses, I earned the amount I needed for the third semester in two months.


    Unfortunately, good things don''t last. Grandmother came back from my uncle''s house overseas. I wasn''t on her best side, therefore Grandfather, who couldn''t afford to anger her, fired me.


    I thought that they had separated. It was also the reason Grandmother came back. According to my mother, my grandmother had heard rumors similar to my thoughts.


    Being the type to get into trouble easily and not being expressive, I have always been easy to hate. Even my only friend hates me.


    Which is nothing if we were to compare it to my whole family hating me. I am being hated because of some huge misunderstanding. A misunderstanding I can''t blame anyone for. A misunderstanding that made me unsure about my beliefs.

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    "Dawn Bright! Is Miss Bright here? "


    Hearing my name being called, I got dragged back to reality. Raising my hand, I replied "Here!".


    The fairly old secretary, who strongly gave royal butler vibes, took the familiar thick pile of documents and gestured for me to follow him inside. Crossing a long hall, occasionally decorated by antique porcelain vases and paintings, the old secretary stopped before a dark-brown carved oak door and knocked three times.


    The door''s eerie carvings sent a shiver down my back. Devils and angels tore each other apart while a huge dragon set fire to the grounds and another eerie creator with a long tail setting heavens in turbulent on par with the one on the grounds. All the while, ant-like creators, most likely humans, were getting trampled on and died. The picture gave me a non-describable feeling. A feeling of having nowhere to run. Like an ominous prophecy of doom.


    After waiting for what seemed about 30 seconds, he took the knob and entered, leaving the door open for me. Entering the room, warm air brushed on my cheeks, lessening the chill I felt since the morning. The room was unexpectedly normal and modern.


    However, normal doesn''t mean not expensive. I can bet the system on the chairman''s desk was the latest model that came out just weeks ago, the one I have been eyeing to add to my game room. The old secretary placed my documents in front of the old man, sitting in the chairman''s position. "Here are her documents, then excuse me.". He gave him a small bow before leaving the room.


    I plastered the most friendly, fake smile I Could on my face and took a deep breath. Before I could say anything, I heard the chairperson''s voice: "So you are Sam''s granddaughter," said the old man with a grimace as he riffled through my entire life''s worth of achievements with an unfazed face. His cold tone made me nervous. That tower of documents was every worthwhile talent I had. I was so desperate that I had even included my martial arts degrees and the East and West culinary degrees that I got because of my grandfather''s insistence.


    "Yes, that''s right. It''s a pleasure to meet chairman.." I looked at the nameplate on the board James King and said "King". Not that Grandfather Bright didn''t tell me his name, it''s just that my mind was busy focusing on other interesting things Grandfather was saying. Things that were to my benefit.


    "It wasn''t a question.", He said as he cast an indifferent glance my way and continued raffling through the documents. As expected from my grandfather''s friend. It''s really true that birds of the same feather flock together. The similarity is almost uncanny! If it was anyone else, they would have become disheartened or ashamed, but after living with Grandfather for a few years and, later on, getting visits from him almost every week, I had become bool-proof.


    "Is that so?, may I sit down?" I asked as I sat down on an armchair in front of his desk.


    He lifted his head and coldly stared at me. With a smile, I stared at him back, feigning ignorance. After a few seconds, he took the telephone from his right.


    Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site."Secretary Kim, bring it," asked the overbearing old man as he kept on staring at me.


    Bring it?, bring it?, his sword?, gun?, He won''t kill his friend''s grandchild. Right? I take everything I said back. He is worse than Grandfather.


    I stood from the now thorny chair. Someone knocked. "knock, Knock, knock". Well, I think sarcasm before the wrong person killed the man! I regretted my actions.


    "Come in, ", his voice was void of any emotion. As expected from someone who won''t even spare his friend''s granddaughter.


    Again, after 30 long seconds, the secretary opened the door and the sound of his footsteps broke the cursed silence inside the room. To be honest, the room wasn''t entirely silent. A ticking sound, probably from a clock, was bouncing in my ears, raising the tension.


    The secretary''s footsteps stopped behind me. Then a person placed a considerably thick pile of paper and a black fountain pen on the glass board in front of me. The front page had a huge eye-catching rubric.


    CONTRACT


    "Sire, should I excuse myself?"


    "No, sit down and wait until she signs it."


    After saying that, he looked my way again. " Sam''s granddaughter, you have thirty minutes to read and sign the contract. " He said as he turned over a sand timer.


    Really? So easy?


    When Grandfather Miracle said that he would give me a big villa and 1 percent of his hospital shares if I became his friend''s grandson''s nanny, I expected it to be an impossible task. According to Grandfather, he was indebted to this James guy and couldn''t live without repaying the favor. Therefore, when Chairman King asked if he knew of any trustworthy and capable nanny, he recommended me to return the favor. Despite wondering why I should be the one to return the favor he owed, it was a great deal. Taking care of that grandchild would repay Grandfather''s favor and grant me ownership of a 1,000 square meter villa with a stable income.


    Where am I becoming rich? Afraid that he would change his mind, I just flipped to the last page and signed wherever it said to sign. Then, as fast as I could, I placed the contract in front of Chairman King.


    My eyes twinkling and my mouth smiling from ear to ear, I thought, ''Goodbye buttering up professors, goodbye annoying patients! My early retirement I am coming. My PlayStation waits for me. All the dramas I missed, I''m gonna watch you ten times each, and all the manga I saved for my vacations. I''m going to savor your batch deliciously.''


    Chairman''s voice drags me out of my thoughts.


    "Well, I guess I lost the bet!" said the Chairman King while looking at me as if he was looking at some strange alien.


    " Yes, sir, she signed it within one minute. To be exact thirty seconds.."


    "To think that in this era, someone would still sign a contract without reading it. I guess Samuel really knew his granddaughter."


    "I told you he never bets unless he is sure, sir!" said the butler-like secretary in a victorious tone.


    " Yes, yes. You were right! I shouldn''t have bet on my favorite car!" replied the chairman with a hint of sorrow.


    Now I was feeling endangered. From the conversation, it seemed like Grandfather had bet on me yet again. It was his most beloved hobby, other than making people feel miserable. That''s what it is.


    Rushing to take the contact from the desk, Chairman King swiftly took it away from me.


    "There is no rush dumb child!" He said as he gave me one of the contract copies I had signed and put two in his safe. There were exactly four copies. "Now go sit down and read it loud. Tomas, don''t forget to film it all."


    " Sure! James!" said Mr. Kim grinning, who was also the Tomas from grandfather''s calls. ANOTHER FRIEND OF THAT DEVIL.


    He even said action, and I reflexively began reading. With every sentence I read, my eyes got bigger. I am officially doomed.

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    After half an hour of reading, I decided it didn''t make sense. These old men seem to have gone senile altogether. How could I adopt a child and raise it until reaching 20? I am not even married yet. Besides, I would have to provide him with shelter, food, and education.


    I might have said I wanted to quit my job, but after all these years of studying like a horse, I wouldn''t actually do it.


    "Can we cancel it please?", I looked into the camera with pleading eyes.


    "Sure, read page 35 section cancellation fee."


    When I heard the first part of his answer, I wanted to jump and hug him. Then the second part made me look at him like I was looking at the devil himself.


    "Cancellation fee is twenty times the salary for a year!", What kind of bullshit is this? Ten times the salary for a year? Even if the salary for one year is 50,000 dollars a year, I should still pay 1 million. That''s so unfair. I tried to enter through another door...


    "Chairman, I don''t even have a house. I live in a dormitory. How can I provide your grandchild with housing? Isn''t it better to find someone who matches the requirements?"


    " I agree to disagree! As far as I know, you''re getting a 1000m villa by the weekend. Besides the fact that with my yearly salary, you could buy a fine apartment building if not a luxurious villa!", I was a bit dumbfounded. About buying an apartment with a yearly salary. Was he joking?


    " Secretary Kim, has real state sky racked enough that you can''t even buy a house with one million dollars?" asked the chairman.


    Hearing the one million, I flipped through the document again. Seeing that I couldn''t find it, the Tomas guy busy enjoying the drama as he filmed my reactions said " Page 30 and page 25".


    "Thank you", I said as I swiftly turned those pages. A yearly salary of exactly 1.700 million and five years'' worth of salary would be paid upfront. There is even more, with each year that my adopted child successfully graded, I would be given a bonus from 200k to 500k and if the child successfully entered university depending on the university he gets in, I would get another bonus from one million to above it.


    Yes, my adopted child. Now that everything is signed, why would I make things difficult by trying to deny it? I''m not the least enticed by the sweet 2 million a year. I''m Grandfather Bright''s prideful granddaughter. I will not bow to money...


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    "So, when will the money be in my bank account, Grandpa James?" My voice shook from thrill and it''s all that oldies fault for not showering me with money like he did for his other grandchildren. I will cherish money...


    "What? Grandpa!??, You shameless child don''t even call me grandpa! Do you want my villa? Dream on.." Grandfather Miracle''s voice came from the chairman''s phone on the desk as he chuckled and ended the call. A call I didn''t even know was ongoing.


    "You can check your account right now, granddaughter!" he said, giving a kind smile that was the opposite of what I had seen of him during the day.


    "You can come back next week to receive the adoption documents and Lucas.", he said as he stood up from his chair and went to the door. Before leaving the door, he stopped and looked back.


    "I''m leaving the country right after, so make sure you are on time!" " Good work Tomas! Don''t stay long!"


    " You too James!", the Mr. Kim guy who probably was only playing around to make me nervous, answered with a smile.


    "Follow me, child! Thanks to you, I had a fun time. I will give you a ride!" said Mr. Kim, chuckling.


    "Sure, then I will be in your care, sir, "I answered with a polite smile. It is rude to refuse kind gestures, even more so, if it comes from Grandfather''s rich friends.


    Like that, I had the most smooth ride of my life. His car was a gorgeous black Lamborghini. A car model worth way more than all my body organs together.


    On the road, I figured as I had suspected; he wasn''t the secretary but the vice president and Mr. King''s business partner, who had volunteered to have fun teasing and intimidating his old friend''s granddaughter.


    Another thing that I found out was that from the beginning, I was the only applicant and all the others were fake. He also added that Chairman King wouldn''t leave his grandchild just to anyone, besides the grantee from my grandfather. He had investigated me thoroughly and found me to be trustworthy and capable.


    According to Grandpa Kim, he wanted me to call him that and even gave me his business card and a red envelope. The child''s parents had died in a car accident when he was only two years old. Since then, Chairman King has been taking care of him. Now, because of business and family matters, he couldn''t look after the child himself. Either could leave him to his other children, which is why I deemed the best choice he could find.


    Even though he was vague about it, I already guessed what complication types arose in their family. After all, my family and relatives were a complete package of conflicts.


    Grandpa Kim was easy to get along with. Thanks to him, even I, who am not good with new people, had a comfortable ride home.


    Not long after, it was the end of the week and I was in Grandfather Miracle''s office. In front of his group of lawyers.

 Family heirloom!

    The lawyers sitting across from me were more than all the lawyers I had seen in my entire life. As I awkwardly looked at the group of lawyers, Grandfather started talking.


    "I want to sell one percent of the hospital shares to Dawn."


    "What do you mean grandfather, have you finally lost it? Where do I get that kind of money?" I was so shocked that I said my inner thoughts without thinking.


    "Shhh! Be quiet, you''re only here to sign wherever I say! Mutter another word and you''re out!" He shut me up and continued.


    "As I was saying, it will be a transaction. She''s getting paid for doing an errand of mine. I want the documents until the end of the day!" as he finished, all the lawyers rushed out.


    He was trying to shut the other relatives were finding out about the transfer. So, even the almighty Dr. Miracle couldn''t act fearlessly.


    As if he understood what was going on in my thought he snapped at me.


    "I only hate complications. Now wipe off that smug look or there will be no villa for you!"


    "Don''t you need permission before giving the villa?" I said before I could control myself and as an answer I got hit by his slipper right in the face. For the 100th time, I confirmed where Mom''s violent side comes from.


    "You know, we can talk it out, right?" I said as jumped over and guarded behind the sofa. The next thing that hit my head was rather edgy.


    "Take that and get lost from my sight! You ungrateful.." Looking at the big envelope, my eyes got watery. "Grandpa!.." as I was trying to hug him, he backed down.


    "Don''t get too emotional! That Villa is an heirloom and can only get passed down to your children or grandchildren. Therefore, no one was that interested in it. I only give it to you cause I''m too old to take care of it. However, if it is as much as a little damaged, you will pay for it, understood? It is my grandmother''s beloved mansion, so you better cherish it dearly! Now get lost before I change my mind!" Grandfather said in his usually arrogant tone. As I knew he wasn''t joking about his mod flip, I ran to the door.


    "Grandpa, love you!", I shouted with a red face as I closed the door.


    "Bang", probably the sound of grandfather''s other slipper hitting the door. Well, Grandfather is not a man of words, more of an action person.


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    When I was about to feel relieved that I didn''t see any familiar faces in the elevator, I saw Grandmother Miracle getting out of her car.


    I turned around to run away.


    "Dawn!", she called out to me.


    I put on a smile and turned back.


    "Hi, Grandmother! Such a coincidence! Are you here to see Grandfather?"


    "Why should I visit that crazy old man? I''m here for my beauty routine! Look at that white face! Did you collapse?", as I was about to answer'' No I saw a ghost'' she began nagging.


    "Whoever looks at that face thinks you''re studying something important like your siblings! If you can''t achieve anything, at least take care of yourself so you can marry rich! Do you even have a boyfriend? What am I even asking? Who would want to date you when you don''t even dress up?"


    "Grandma! Isn''t that Miss Fox? Our Hospital is famous isn''t it?" I changed the subject, pointing at the famous model, getting out of her car, before she could set me up with one of her friends'' weird grandsons.


    And then, pretending I got a call from the imaginary school I work at, I said "goodbye", flying away from her.


    That night, as I was planning a trip to my new property, I got a package containing the deed for my 1% ownership of the hospital.


    I have never been richer before! Owning a mansion! Having a loaded bank account! 0.1% of a big hospital worth almost 2 billion dollars and technically, I have a grown child too. Honestly, it scared me how fast my life had progressed to this level. Myself at the beginner level.


    [Next Morning]


    Waking up after just two hours of sleep, I started looking for my driver''s license and car keys, which I found in the deepest corner of my desk driver. After getting accepted into medical university, I rarely used them. Thou, for a long time now, the car that I stole from Divine and refused to give back, is in my grandfather''s parking. So after finding them, I got on my bike and pedaled for one hour before arriving at his house''s door.


    Only to find that the petty brother of mine had taken it away from there. I knew I should have covered it with more garbage! Damn you Divine! Now thanks to dear Divine, my life isn''t complete anymore! I miss a car!


    I was dying to know what my war loot; my new mansion looked like. Therefore, I tried asking my grandfather for one of his cars.


    "Do you think I will trust you with one of my babies? You''re not being funny. Be grateful for what you have got and get lost before your grandma wakes up!" was the answer he gave me with a scary face.


    "Where did the generous grandfather from yesterday go?!" I asked, faking a pitiful look.


    "Ugh, now I lost my appetite! Your grandmother was right, you will never find someone to marry!" he replied to my cutesy acting, pretending to be about to throw up.


    ''As if he didn''t hinder my marriage further by luring me into adopting a child'', I thought, even though I did not dare to say it out loud, as he seemed to have a lack of sleep. Grandfather was usually like a beast that only barked, but when he lacked sleep, he would also bite.


    "I felt like I was too generous and couldn''t sleep well, seeing that God wasn''t that generous with you. I feel like I can sleep well! Shoo, go out before I call security to kick you out." I was so speechless that I couldn''t even show any reactions. Grandfather is still the devil he was. I will only treat what I received as compensation for all the emotional damages he caused me.

 She Demon

    In contrast to how late I slept, I woke up early and spirited. It''s indeed quality over quantity. I had so many complicated feelings yesterday that I couldn''t even sleep, yet there wasn''t as much as an ounce of stress in me today. Feeling good, I took a long bath.


    The bath was enjoyable, and I even put on a facial mask and treated my face with vitamins. Looking at the clock on the wall, I still had more time. Deciding to dress up more beautifully, I opened my closet.


    Normally I would go with a simple black or white oversized shirt and simple black jeans. Then, I would top that with simple beaded hair and round glasses.


    The best pushover nerd outfit that I made through studying novels and web-toons.


    However, today I choose to wear a white shirt and a dark blue matching oversized suit and pants, and of course no glasses, the same I wore a week ago. The only difference was the color of the suit, blue instead of black.


    In the first place, I didn''t have many colors to choose between since all my clothes were dark blue, dark brown, or black. Even my few party outfits were in those colors. I am a person who follows my life mottos and one of my life''s mottos is avoiding the spotlight.


    ''Not in the slightest attractive'', I thought as I looked in the mirror. Even I don''t find myself pretty. I should have taken that leave of absence sooner.


    Hate to admit it, but I agree with my grandmother''s remark about me looking like a ghost. The large clothes looked even larger as I had lost a few pounds under those torturous professors working me to my bones. Really, what was the point of all the torture I endured?


    Yesterday, I received my exam results. Looking at my indifferent face again, I dictated to myself, " I''m happy! Now I don''t have to worry about anyone recognizing me at the hospital. I don''t have to act like a pathetic pushover anymore! All the torture to keep my cover was worth it!"


    The face in the mirror didn''t seem that convinced.


    "Now that I am a cardiologist, I won''t have to worry about starving. I should be happy. If I ever run out of money, I can easily find a great job!" I said with my voice shaking.


    My face in the mirror was panting and red and my facial expression looked pretty odd too! But why should I be angry? I''m happy I have reached my goal.


    It''s not like I expected a party to be thrown in honor of my achievements. I can''t be angry. If I were to be angry, who would I even be angry at? Everything happened according to my choice. It was me who didn''t explain. It was also me who didn''t want anyone to know. Being angry would only make everything meaningless.


    "I''m not angry... Just hungry, that is why." I said as I looked away from the person in the mirror and went to the small kitchen in my dormitory apartment. This small kitchen had made my life a lot more bearable.


    Food has long become my comfort. It makes me feel warm and loved. Thanks to my grandfather, I can satisfy my always-hungry and craving, for love, stomach. Hot spicy ramen is what I have been promising myself since the previous night. I didn''t make it at that time so I didn''t wake to a puffy face, however now I''m gonna indulge myself.


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    Opening the fridge, I took out the fresh spring onions I had bought yesterday, the last two eggs, a small onion, two slices of garlic, a small jalapeno, and tomato paste. Like that, my fridge is empty. Which is a relief since I am anyway, moving out.


    I couldn''t possibly have my new son come live in this dormitory.


    ''Well, actually I would do that if I hadn''t handed in my resignation.''


    I thought as I minced the spring onion and poured it in the hot oil.


    I washed the eggs and put them in a small pot. Pour cold water over the eggs and put the pot on the stove. Turn on the heat and let it boil.


    As the saying goes, "You know nothing about your tomorrow".


    Had I known I would adopt a child, I would have remained at the hospital for a longer time, at least until I could find a place. After all, I was on a leave of absence.


    ''Now, not only should I buy a car, but most probably also a house,'' I thought while adding the jalapeno, pasted garlic, and tomato paste to the golden-colored onions.


    Looking at the clock, I took the egg pot. Drained the hot water and poured cold water over the hard-boiled eggs. Basic chemistry: if you change the temperature immediately, you will stop reactions from happening between the egg white and egg yolk, resulting in a yellow egg white instead of a gray one. Just like a relationship, if you don''t act fast, it will change into something ugly.


    After peeling the eggs, I sliced them in half. It was a bit runny, my calculations seem to have been a bit off, but it was not like I couldn''t eat them. Noting the mistake, I took the kettle and poured hot water over the sauce. A bit of salt. Let it boil and the sauce is done.


    Opening the cabinet door, I took my two remaining Humble ramen. This brand was the only one that matched my taste. They wouldn''t go saggy easy.


    The packaging says 5 minutes, so 3 minutes should do it for me. A perfectly chewy ramen. This time, as I put the noodles in the boiling sauce, I set my timer.


    00:03:00


    "Chop, chop, chop.." I sliced my spring onions after washing them.


    "Should I brew coffee?", I asked myself, tapping on my stomach. "Nah! Who eats ramen with coffee?" I replied to myself like the crazy being I was and poured an enormous glass of cold water.


    "Beep, beep.."


    I turned off the alarm and then turned off the stove as I took the pot to the table, where my cold water and spring onions were waiting.


    I took a pair of chopsticks and a spoon, downed the onions in the pot, and started eating as I thanked god for another day of living.


    "Fuuu, fuhh..", I blew out the noodles and slurped in the rich, burning yet sweet texture.


    Noodles, sauce, water, noodles, sauce.


    After finishing the entire pot, I couldn''t feel my tongue anymore, yet it was quite satisfying.


    Looking at the clock, I called a cab. As I waited for the cab, I cleaned up the crime scene, drowned myself in perfume, and covered my slightly swollen lips with mild pink lipstick.


    I don''t use makeup, especially any bold-colored one. I was told that I look like a demon when I do that.


    "Wow, Dawn, mascara and red lipstick matching your black hair, dark blue eyes, and white face transforms you into a total demon."


    Arriving at the destination, I stopped daydreaming, paid the chauffeur, and got out of the cab. It hit me the first time, too, but this building is overwhelmingly huge. It was more correct to call it a skyscraper, as it''s more than 500 meters tall. Well, yet not as overwhelming as Chairman Brights 1000 1000-meter company building.


    Arriving in the lobby, a stern-looking middle-aged woman, with a name tag stating "chef secretary Mona Watson", was waiting for me and showed me to the same office I had visited the other day.

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    The scary secretary went back and left me beside that horrifying door. Now that I was alone, the door looked even more detailed. I gathered my coverage and knocked on the door.


    No answer.


    After a few seconds, I knocked again!


    Yet, no answer, so I opened the door.


    "Hello, Chairman King!" I entered and greeted the Chairman, only to see him focused on his monitor. Not a single reaction or sign of welcoming me or even hearing me. Neither had anything changed in the dead look in his eyes.


    The thought struck me, ''Is he dead?'', as I ran to him. My mind was emptier than ever, yet my body remembered the basics as I called the ambulance and examined his body, answering the nurse.


    No pulse, a cold body. All pointing to the fact that he had been dead for hours. Meaning it had been a while since he had left behind this world, still looking at a family picture that made my heart go numb! I wish the world could be less advanced. I wish I had never seen someone''s last wishes. Someone''s love and regrets for their family. Someone''s memories, their past...


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    " I''m begging you, come with me to my father? I know that you have no feelings for me and don''t even think of me as a friend, but after this many years, after all, we went through together. Is it too much of a favor to ask? He wants to see the one I like before dying..." Theodore''s voice rang in my ears as I fled out of the now-crowded room. I knew he lied that day, but he didn''t lie entirely. His father was dying, and he wanted him to love someone.


    He is dead now...


    The room filled with the freezing air of death.


    Dialing the number with shaking hands, I fell, leaning on the cold corridor walls.


    "When, ha, I, ha, ha, he, I, arrived, he.."I couldn''t breathe. What was with me? It wasn''t even like the Chairman was the only dead person I had seen. Actually, as a doctor and surgeon, I have seen more dead than an average human being. Grandfather''s voice came through my tightly held cell phone and entered my ear.


    However, it took a long time for my now full brain to analyze his words. I heard them but as if he was talking in another language. One other than the many I had learned to gain love. I couldn''t understand a word.


    "The world is going to an end... Human sins are going to devour this planet like many before... Nowhere to run! No way to survive... Eternal suffering awaits you!" A language that felt more familiar than my mother language and a voice like breaking glasses, yet more innocent than a newborn child, entered my ears. A piercing voice that sends shivers down my spine.


    "Dawn! Talk like a human. I can''t understand! Who is he? He what?" Grandfather''s shouting voice finally made sense, and for the first time, it sounded so pleasing to my ears that I teared up!


    Like seeing a ray of light in the middle of darkness or discovering a familiar face in a crowd filled with strangers.


    "Chairman King... Pant... was dead in his office...," I answered, feeling my face getting wet.


    "Where are you now?" he said with a shaking voice after a long silence.


    " His office, the long corridor I''m sitting under a painting. The one that people are drowning.. the one with sinful humans.."


    "Beeb"


    And he ended the call after hearing my crazy gibberish. I know it''s crazy, but the people were alive, yet dying. It was a picture of doom. I could feel it.


    My life has always been like this. I could feel what I didn''t want to and couldn''t even hear what I wanted to...


    It seemed like I had lost my mind again, like when I was younger. When I heard and saw things, things that I never told my parents a second time as they would make my parents disappointed and angry. Like when I didn''t know how to make them go away. The time that I suffered, the hell in my mind. The time, that I found a solution to make them silent and invincible.


    Let''s begin with when I was standing behind the door.


    "knock, knock, knock", I don''t know if it was the carvings or the wood type but it was the most painful knocking of my life. I will do what Mr. Kim did. I will wait 30 seconds.


    ''1, 2,3...,29,30'' When my mental counting hit 30 seconds, I push down the door handle and open the door.

 What if...

    Inside, I saw the chairman busy taking a call. ''Dumb Dawn, are you his friend to come in before he allowed?'' I mentally scolded myself and opened the door to leave.


    "Sorry!" I said with the lowest volume I could and was about to leave when I heard him say I could sit.


    "No need, sit wherever you want! "


    "Not you! ", he shouted, and I jumped from the seat I had just sat on.


    "What do you mean, you will leave him in the lobby? I told you to bring him to my office, so you should bring him to me! THE END!", he continued shouting as he gestured me to sit down.


    "Another word and I am disowning you!", saying that he ended the call and smashed the phone on the desk.


    He took a few deep breaths and gulped down water from a bottle.


    "Before they come, I want to ask you to take care of him and bear with him. You see, this temper is hereditary. Everyone in my family is like this and adding the pain of losing his parents at a young age, he is even worth it."


    "Oh, of course! I will be considerate and treat him the best I can!" I replied kind of awkwardly. After all, it was the first time I was going to raise someone.


    "No, don''t be considerate. As long as you don''t give up, it is enough. Even though you can''t give up considering the cancellation fee, I was saying.." ''Did he have to put it that way? Just where it hurt,'' I thought as I tried to hold my face neutral.


    "What I mean is for you to take care of Lucas and guide him without spoiling him. For example, giving him food, whether he eats it or starving himself, is up to him. He is a king, so if you are too soft on him, he won''t listen to you. Give him warnings and guidance on his mistakes and probation for a repeat of those mistakes. You are to control his spending and teach him the way of the world! Do you understand?", he added.


    "I don''t know if I will be an excellent teacher or guide... I don''t know how to! This is too much of a responsibility!" I replied, nervously.


    "Just teach him what you have learned about the way of the world. If you are even a tenth of what your grandfather says you are, you are going to be fine. Now enough with the chitchat! Here! Take these! These are Lucas''s documents, custody transfer documents, and contact numbers! Our family has season meetings at the beginning of each season. There won''t be any summer meeting so the next meeting will be in September!, the secretary will inform you if anything else comes up, so make sure to update her on your location and phone number!" he handed me a black Samsonite bag.


    "However, if anything urgent comes up, just call Samuel."


    "And give me the address. We need to send Lucas things!", he pointed to the paper and pen on the board.


    "Ahem, it''s a bit out of town and far away! I plan to spend the summer in this villa, renovating and finding a place by the end of summer! I''m not sure if there will be the possibility of making a phone call or Internet connection, but this is the house''s landline number. Is that okay?" I said as I Wrote the address and telephone number.


    "Fine by me! He should suffer a bit to understand just how well fare he is!" he said as he took the note with an evil smile. I am flabbergasted. Did he enjoy the idea of him suffering that much?! Are there any normal loving grandfathers out there?


    ''Poor Lucas and the one on the call..'', as I was thinking about those poor things, the door got shut opened with a bang.


    "Here is your grandchild! Delivered to your office! Can I go now?" shouted the one who had barged in angrily.


    "I said I could come by myself! " rebuked a younger voice equally loud.


    "Is this a way to talk to your father and grandfather, you little pieces of XX? And yes, you can get lost!"


    If it was a contest, Chairman King was, for sure, the winner as he out-voiced both of them with how loudly he shouted.


    Looking at the two boys, I was stunned. I immediately turned around and tried my best to be invisible.


    ''Really, what does that piece of work to do here? The world isn''t that small for him to be from this particular family, right?''


    I take everything about him being pitifully back! He deserves much worse treatment and, if possible, also beatings! A lot of beatings at that! I strongly agree with disowning him!


    " Of course!! I will go! Who would want to sta.."


    ''No! No! No! I''m invisible! He hasn''t seen me! He hasn''t seen me!''


    "Dawn?" Darn it, he saw me!


    I pretended not to hear and kept looking at the chairman. Prying that damned Theodor will lose interest and just go away. From my knowledge of him, from kindergarten to high school and high school to university, it is impossible! Unless a miracle happens...


    "You know each other?" With my under-zero luck, not only did no miracle happen, but the James guy with the new identity tag. Damned Theodore''s father also took an interest in the matter!


    "NO!"


    "No!" we said simultaneously, wow a miracle happened.


    Hearing my "No" Theodor turned his head to me, cast a hateful glare at me, and continued it as if saying a silence "I hate you".


    The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.''What? Why is he glaring at me like that? Is he the only one allowed to deny knowing the other? That''s annoying shit. So what if you shoot hateful glares? I hate you too!'' I thought while glaring back at him.


    "Ha! I''m leaving!", this time as he left he waved his head at me and gave me a pathetic look as if saying "You are a lost cause" which I returned by secretly showing my middle finger and a sarcastic smile that I knew annoyed him like nothing else could.


    Seeing that, he smirked at me with eyes full of hate, and then left the room and slammed the door behind him. It was his habit, whenever things didn''t go his way, or he didn''t get the last saying, he would slam the door as hard as he could.


    ''Childish shit!, one day I will mess up his facial structures so much that he never can smirk again!'', I promised myself.


    When he was around, I couldn''t focus on anything else! When he was around, I couldn''t focus on anything else because all my energy was directed towards preventing that abnormality from ruining my life further.


    ''Deep breaths. I am calm, and there is no Theodore King in my life! Not even in this universe!'' I ordered myself to believe.


    Trying to focus on the important task in my hand, I pushed him to the corner of my mind.


    Searching with my eyes, I found the important task. He stood next to the door, hands in his pocket and a headphone around his neck, looking straight in the chairperson''s direction. My terrible chance. He looked just like Theodor when he was in high school. 180 tall, with dark hair and sparkly green eyes that had that superiority in them.


    "He...Hello!", darn it, my voice shook. Hearing my voice, he looked at me with a grim expression, as if saying not to talk to him, and again continued looking at the chairperson.


    Seeing this, I lost all the will to get to know him. Such a start... He hated me at first glance and I didn''t take a liking to him, either. A poor start...


    Embarrassed, I also looked at the Mr'' King, who was on a call talking to someone named Director Shin.


    "You can take him and go now!" ordered the chairman, noticing our stares...


    ''What? Just like that? Take HIM and goo? '' I thought.


    The Chairman pointed at the door again. I was still dumbstruck, but taking the briefcase, followed by Lucas, who had already left the room.


    Closing the ominous door, I looked at its weird patterns for the last time and walked down the long corridor. Lucas was nowhere in the corridor so I hasted my path. Strangely enough, he was by the elevator''s door, and only when I got close enter it.


    Pressing the lobby bottom. I straightened myself up.


    ''At least I''m taller!'', I thought childishly. While my grandmothers always pitied me for my height and my siblings joked about it, I was thankful for it. It made me feel more confident. A girl that''s 187 cm long. Comparing our height, I confirmed that he was a few cm less than 180. You could say he is tall for a 15-year-old boy. Maybe by 20, he would hit 195 m like Theodor.


    "WOOF, WOOF, WOOF...", yes, and that''s why I shouldn''t even think about him! Just thought about him once and his calling.


    "haha, ", I let an awkward laugh, seeing the annoyed Lucas as I touched the red icon.


    "Muumuu", this time he sends a message.


    "If you want a ride, be in the parking in 5 min"


    Reading his message, I pressed on parking and unpressed the lobby. Of course, I want a ride, after all, I have to visit a car exhibition and then drive to the god knows where villa.


    I still hate him, but not appreciating free rides is a sin. Besides, I have just suffered a lot because of him and it''s only right to receive as much payment as possible...'' I thought to myself as I entered the parking, and walked to Theodore standing next to his black purse.


    "I''m listening!" Theodore interrogated as he crossed his arms and glared at me.


    I silently stared at him. '' What the heck are you listening?''


    After a few seconds, as if just noticing Lucas behind me, he waved at him to go away!


    "Go back and tell that senile old man I''m not your chauffeur, he can send you with a company car or whatever!" he added with a bitter tone which made me smack him in the back.


    "What the... Do you think you''re a lady or something to go around smacking people? That hurt!" he exaggerated and held the place I smacked.


    "Don''t listen to him, Lucas, get in! His our chauffeur for the day!" I said to Lucas as opened the backseat door for him and then sat on the front seat.


    After Lucas got in, shooting daggers with his eyes, Theodor also got in the driver''s seat, still confused.


    "Go to this address!" I said as I showed my phone to his face before he could ask anything.


    "A car shop? What''s the occasion? Did that scrap finally ascend to hell?".


    "Are you being sarcastic right now?"


    "Me! Sarcasm? No, I''m purely curious since you were so in love with that old car!"


    "Divine is not old, okay? He just hit 10 years a month ago! And no, he didn''t! That damned Divine stole it!"


    "Pfft" he laughed so hard that he almost choked to death and dragged us with him to the grave.


    "If you intend on dying, do it after we arrive at our destination!!" I shouted at him. I was emotionally attached to that car and occasionally used it as a replacement sandbag for Divine and Theodor. His full name was Divine Theodor El Miracle the First and, in his honor, I''m planning on getting a black car.


    "Pfft, in his honor..", this time he stopped the car and banged his head on the steering wheel as he laughed out loud.


    Well, it seems to have slipped out... It happened often when I was with Theo. He was my unlucky charm.


    Accidentally saying that out loud in front of Lucas, I am embarrassed. But it''s all slipped water... There is no point in regretting it now... It is also a kind of positive. He will eventually find out that I am a weirdo.


    However, I wanted to keep some dignity, so I just shut my mouth, looked out the window, and ignored whatever Theodor asked or said.


    "So, what will you name your new baby? " In front of the car shop, he teased again.


    I closed my eyes to calm down, one side of my face burnt! as if someone had slapped me as hard as they could.

 Bastard?

    The other side of my face burned too.


    My face turned right and left with each slapping sound, and it hurt like hell. It repeated until I parted my lips and breathed greedily, allowing in the oxygen I had blocked out.


    I had to hold my breath until the whispers faded away entirely. It was how it worked. The less oxygen, the farther that dissonant whispers, the dimmer my sight, and the more weight on my breasts.


    Of course, the imagination was only something to distract me from my lack of oxygen. An addictive drug that made me forget about the painful reality.


    As expected from the solution a child comes up with. Temporary, painful, and futile. Like I could change anything... and it wasn''t even like I was blessed enough to believe in my imagination. If I hadn''t been addicted to this distraction, I would have just recited some of my boring medical books instead of imagining crazy nonsense.


    After all, it was a reality I had to deal with. So those imaginations became obstacles and regrets that I, however late and the hard way, learned to bury.


    "Are you okay, miss?" asked the woman in an ambulance uniform with a thin voice and attitude that screamed ''my supervisor forced me to come''.


    I didn''t know if my head ached because of the lack of oxygen or the hits, but I was dizzy. Nevertheless, I nodded and drank the water she offered.


    "Do you have pain anywhere? I think you need to visit a doctor. We can take you to the hospital." She said, ready to drag me as she saw her superior approaching.


    "No, thank you, I''m fine. I was just a bit shocked.", I answered horridly and a bit scared, as I politely declined her offer. Then, leaning against the wall, I stood up and slowly walked away towards the elevator. This time, not wanting to risk seeing or hearing anything in the hall, I only looked at my steps and then my reflection on the shiny door of the elevator.


    "Chairman''s office," said the annoyingly beautiful recorded voice, as the golden doors opened.


    Behind those doors were four good-looking teenage boys, wearing summer outfits and sunglasses. As I wondered who they were, the secretary''s voice clarified their identities.


    "Young masters, you shouldn''t be here.", said the secretary with a panicked voice.


    "Just what in the world is happening here? We saw ambulance men coming up! Why are there police officers he-", stopped the boy who had just started asking questions as the ambulance men carrying a covered stretcher passed them.


    "Wha ..?"


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    "The heck??"


    "Where is grandfather? Is he okay?"


    "Blegh.."


    "I''m sorry, but I can''t answer your questions or allow you in. If you don''t leave, I will have to ask the guards to escort you out.", she said charismatic.


    "The driver is waiting in the parking. Take care on your way out!" she added and turned to me with an ugly look on her face.


    "I don''t know what your appointment was about, but as you can see, there is nothing here for you anymore, so please leave."


    ''What''s up with this woman.'' I thought, with mixed emotions. Didn''t she see me pressing the elevator button to leave? Why was her tone so disgusted?


    Not wanting any more trouble for today, I just ignored her and turned my head to my reflection in the golden metal.


    ''She must be in shock.'', I thought, trying to reason.


    The elevator opened with a screeching sound and again came the voice.


    "chairman''s office"


    Entering the very light room, the boys followed me inside. I pressed the lobby bottom and this time, instead of the golden metal, glared at my reflection in the mirror. I wasn''t the only one who did. Everyone inside the elevator was looking at it, my reflection.


    Confused, I observed my face. It didn''t look as neat as when I came, but I definitely didn''t look like someone who found a person dead and almost went crazy.


    "Ouch! " I shouted out after being elbowed by the boy beside me.


    Flustered and tired, I glared at him to explain himself. Seeing that he had my attention, he took off his glasses and glared back at me with his golden-colored eyes and then suddenly blurted out,


    "Are you the bastard daughter?"


    "What?" I said, confused.


    This time an oddly similar to Teodor boy, with a hostel voice, said: "The one who came last week and made father change his will.. Are you that one?"


    I stayed quiet, but not because I wanted them to misunderstand. It was just that someone else was explaining things in more detail. So, finding out what had happened, I only had to listen to them chattering away all the gossip.


    "Wow, so it is true!?" said the one behind me as he stretched his neck and took off his sunglasses to get a better look at my face. Curiosity showed on his face as his blue eyes glowed with mischievousness.


    "Should I call her aunt..?!"


    *"Pfft, hahahahahahah! Should he call her aunt? Should she??? Hahaha!!


    I like how empty this human''s head is."*


    Saying that, the creatures suddenly started sniffing around and their face crumpled with disgust.


    Based on what I had heard so far, it was quite an accomplishment to score a meeting with the chairman, but on my last visit, I skipped that step and went straight to the Chairman''s office. Then someone thought I was Mr. King''s daughter and posted a picture of me on the workers'' forum, which was seen by the fifth son of the chairman, and a rumor spread through the king''s family.


    This rumor was confirmed to be true when the chairman called for his lawyers and changed his will the next day.


    *"Ugh, I hate this women''s energy! She reeks of curses and bad chance.."*, the sniffing creature stated as it fled off the curious boy''s head and backed away from me with utter disgust.


    *"Bad chance Yuck!!!"* Another creature said, agreeing with the other one.


    The curses weren''t new, but the awful chance piqued my interest. What a bad chance... I wasn''t supposed to have a bad chance... Not while carrying around these damned curses.


    *"I hate it yuck! Yuck! Yuck, yuck!"*


    *"YUCK!"*


    "Lobby"


    The creatures'' back-shaking screams collided with the elevator''s announcement.


    I showed no reaction to the chit-chattering creatures as always and left the elevator with ringing ears and a worse mood than earlier.


    ''I should visit that damned fraud-ester fairy,'' I thought as I ran to the exit with an alarming sense of urgency, leaving behind the misunderstood young masters and their hostile glares.

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    If someone asks me if I believe in fairy tales, I answer "No!".


    But if by all odds, they ask if I knew any fairies, I say "yes, and you should never believe in them. They are selfish, self-centered and cold-blooded. Much like us humans and bit more.. "


    I always saw things others couldn''t see, like the annoyingly talkative gossip-semi-fairies attached to those boys from the late Chairman King''s household.


    Until elementary school, I wasn''t aware that others didn''t see them. Therefore, I had attracted a lot of them to me, of the" stray creatures". Creatures that sinned and, therefore, forsaken by their tribes or families. Creatures that live off human energies like parasites and intensify their emotions.


    In elementary school, more specifically in the schoolyard, I saw my very first fairy who gave me these informations. Breathtakingly beautiful and blindly powerful. A pure evil creature with the power to make wishes come true, an exiled fairy. Someone who did a grave sin and punished with 8 blessings and seven curses. A fraud-ester that lured me into four deals.


    When I was ten, I made the first deal.


    *"Let''s make a deal kiddo!"* said the beautiful fairy as he winked at the crying ten year old me with a sad smile.


    *"I can make you a normal child, if you are willing a contract with me."*


    Hearing that, I, who had seen my parents'' despair and disappointment in me, felt a ray of hope.


    "What kind of contract? " I said with suspicion, trying to conceal my excitement.


    *"If you take a blessing of love and curse of tongue, I will gift you the veil of soul that makes you able to switch to see and hear through the veil. It will block everything you want,"* said he as his always dull eyes glowed for a split second.


    He had told me that his punishments came in pairs. These two were the first pair. The blessing of love was a blessing that made you remember your loved one at all times and made you unable to end your love for that someone. It was while the curse of the tongue made you unable to voice it out.


    From what I found out later on, he had someone he loved and he had never told them about his love. Then that person died in front of him with the one question he could never answer, "Did you ever love me?".


    At the time, I thought I will never fall in love and therefore I accepted the deal, signing a piece of gloving paper in my blood, "Dawn Bright". The contract glowed up in the sky and turned into a fine mist covering me and the fairy.


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    The contract was done, but that damned veil didn''t work automatically. That wretched thing had tricked me.


    *"You dumb kiddo, of course you have to activate it. I never said it would work automatically."* remembering his annoyingly self righteous look that looked 180 degrees better than before the contract still makes my blood boil.


    Well, one could also say that it somehow worked. That is if you streak the fact that each time I have to almost choke myself to death and that after the third contract, things have become worse on my end.


    I made the second mistake/contract when I was desperate to score high at the entrance exams, when I was tired of futile desperations and effort, the time when my belief for "effort never pays off" was at its highest. This time the damned fairy said he has the perfect blessing to give me.. One without curses and the dumb me didn''t find his suspicious kindness suspicious!


    The blessing of remembrance!, "a blessing that makes one''s memory stronger," is what he said. Such an audacious liar..


    That blessing made me not only not be able to make it to an excellent school, it even combined with the third contract''s curse, was more of a curse than thousands of curses together. It made one remember every detail of the most horrible incident''s even if those incidents where just nightmares. It made one memorize people''s emotion in those nightmares and it made one feel those emotions as if they were the one experiencing those Hells.


    The third time, it was the never learning me asking for help and not him offering it..


    Right after the first time I did the entrance exams, everything I did had turned out for the worse. Besides getting into minor accidents like almost getting hit by cars several times, I got into major accidents.


    Accidents like my pure intention to help my friend resulting in my family turning their backs on me, or my little tripping ending up destroying my *no longer friend since middle school''s piano carrier.


    And all of it happened within a week.


    First Theodor asked me to play his girlfriend''s role and meet his mother so he could turn away a marriage of convenience. It went all wrong when the marriage partner turned out to be my little sister Diana. Who had told me long stories about her fondness for her partner to be.


    That day Theodore, in the presence of his mother and my mother and sister had told off their engagement. A temporary solution for him that cost me my family''s love.. Even though I denied it right there, there was no help it and it only made foul waters between me and Theodore. The only friend I had managed keeping in contact with until high school and am in contact with until now. Even if it has always felt more like a caretaker and a young-master''s relationship than friendship.


    The next unlucky accident that week happened the day after that hellish day. When I was on my way to get some of my missing school material from school. Then I tripped off the stairs. Next thing I know was that I lay on top of the unconscious Eun-woo, whose hand got pierced with a big shard of green glass. After calling an ambulance, I run away. Later on, I found out that his injury was severe and that it would be hard for him to continue play.


    ''Only if I knew what would happen, he could continue to play.. Only if I was a bit more lucky, I would have never tripped..'' is what I had thought with guilt as I run to the fairy.


    Everything combined made me lose my mind and ask for a deal to have more luck and be able to prevent these kinds of happenings. What did I think he was? God? I guess what that demon gave me was god''s punishment for my profanity.


    The white-haired fairy gulped down the conscience he never had to begin with and offered the worst pair of punishment he had received. The blessing of prophecy and curse of returning... And as I asked for luck..


    What did he say this time about these two? It was so much bullshit and beautified that I can''t even remember. The prophecy and returning are both punishments with the same nature. Both of them show unavoidable death and despair. It''s just that prophecy acts out days while the returning acts at night. Both wearing me out and sucking my life out of me.


    However, I had tolerated everything only because his blessing of luck somewhat worked. Now that this is wearing out too, I''m going to make him pay. I''m just gonna burn down the tree his bond to and wait until it generates and burn it anew and..


    [ Crash!]


    Last thing I felt before getting unconscious was warm blood flowing down my head as I thought, ''What are the odds of a car crashing into someone on the sidewalk..''

 I never lied to you-

    As she opened her eyes, bright white light flashed her eyes.


    "Wow, am I in heaven?"


    [Step! Step!]


    "What good deeds have you ever done to deserve heaven? You witch!" said the boy with a hand in cast and bandaged forehead as he glared down at the girl, blew him with flaring eyes.


    "The hell why are you here? Have you also descended to heaven? To think that after being desc mates from elementary to high school, now I even have to die with you.. God really has no sympathy for me!"


    "How did you die? All patched up!" the girl that noticed the state the boy was in asked, looking very satisfied with the situation he was in.


    "Shouldn''t you be the one to answer that?" said the boy, frowning as he took out a wrecked old piece of paper from his pocket and knocked it on her chest.


    "Ugh, fuxx you piece of work. I just had an accident. Do you want me to die that badly?" she said exaggerating as she looked at the old piece of paper, that looked similar to the papers the fairy used for their contacts.


    "W-hy do you still have that child-play?" said the girl as she urgently shredded the piece of paper. Only for it to magically regenerated itself as if never wrecked or shredded. As new as it was the day they wrote it.


    "Do you think I didn''t try it, dummy? I even burned it! And flashed it in the toilet. No matter what I do, it appears again!" murmured the boy, tracks of urgency and tiredness showing on his handsome face.


    "On my birthday night it suddenly appeared on my bedside glowing." He explained as he sat down on the wheelchair beside the bed, one of his feet also in a cast.


    "Since then, there haven''t been an hour without accidents. I almost died falling on flat ground."He said as his emerald green eyes, that were always arrogant and looked down on people, seemed to glow with something like fear.


    "Just where in the world did you get that paper?" He said with an unreadable look in his eyes.


    Feeling blamed and still suffering from the previous situation, she blamed him back.


    " In the first place, why in the world did we write that ridiculous marriage promise with those ridiculous terms?" She replied in an uncontrolled, loud voice.


    " Yes, it was all because of the childish feelings of a child! I was young, and I didn''t know better than to love something like you..", He shouted back, panting with a red face.


    "Hah!"


    He stood again and walked to the window, limping.


    "Sigh. You''re not that delusional to think than I am still in love with you right?", He added in a sarcastic tone as he opened the window and took a deep breath.


    Dawn''s face became sour. Well, maybe she hoped so. After all, what were the odds of them meeting in the same collage? Then, choosing the same hospital to enroll in and on top of that, choosing the same medical specialty.


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    ''Did I ever tell him to love me? It was him following me around like a duckling and asking me to marry him when we grow up. It was his actions that made me lo- sigh! '' She thought, feeling upset and angry.


    The promise was really a child''s play, but written on that damn fairies paper.


    They were only fourteen and dawn was tired of Eun-Woo asking her to marry him every other day. She couldn''t get away from him since they were desc mates and further family friends. Therefore, she told him that "if until we both turn 28 and either of us is married, I will marry you! "


    It was then him, clinging to her to write a contract, because he wouldn''t believe her unless they write a contract. Reasoning that according to his father, promises are only trustworthy if written on a contract. And they wrote one, and with a curse as a breach of contract clause.


    "If we do not marry, may we be unlucky for the rest of our lives."


    "No, I''m not. You made sure that I knew you hate me every day at work. So I quit, to make both of us feel more comfortable.. Were my intentions not obvious enough? I hate you too," Dawn said, looking right into Eun-Woo''s eyes that became darker and more cold with each word she said.


    "Good to know we have mutual feelings. Now let me ask again where. did. you. get. that. paper ?!"he spelled each word void of any emotions this time.


    "Don''t you remember? I told you then too, I get it from a fairy!" Dawn replied in a calm tone.


    Eun-Woo turned red again.


    "Do you think we are in a situation to joke around?" he said, pressing his temples and taking deep breaths.


    "Phew! Do you think we are on joking terms? I never joke around with you!", She replied in a serious tone, sounding exhausted.


    [ring! ring!]


    Dawn''s ringtone broke the conversation. She was about to strech her hand and take the phone that a large hand hindered her from doing so.


    "Watch the IV."


    It was Eun-Woo who rounded the bed and handed her the ringing phone.


    Looking at Eun-Woo sitting on the wheelchair, she thought, ''Says someone who shouldn''t be on his feet but walks around without a care."


    The call was from Mr. Kim.


    "Hello", she said as she put the phone on speaker.


    "Hi, is that you Dawn? "


    With the Mr. kim''s voice coming from her phone, one of Eun-Woo''s brows jumped up, and he looked at Dawn with a question mark plastered all over his face.


    His action made dawn curious, so she mouthed "What??" which he ignored but drew his wheelchair closer.


    "Dawn??"


    "Ah, Yess. I''m here! How are you grandpa?"


    This time both of his brows jumped up as he bend over to look at her phone, his long eyelashes almost contacting the phone screen.

 The very small world.

    "I heard you were the first to.. Ah.. You most be in shock, but you should attend the funeral.. And take Lucas with you.." He continued, unaware of the situation I was in!


    "Who has died?" Eun-woo said asked the person on the phone as if knowing who he was.


    "Who.." Replied Mr. Kim.


    "I''m really sorry grandpa I have a friend here who is a bit out of his mind!, if you don''t mind, can I call you later?" I horridly answered as I griped Eun-woo''s hair and his head off my phone.


    "Old senile, why are you Dawn''s grandpa? And just who the hell died???" He shouted as he struggled to get his hair out of my grip.


    It looked like he knew Mr. Kim.


    "Dawn, is that Eun-Woo there? Why would a perfectly fine young lady like yourself be friends with a lost cause like my grandson? Don''t tell me you are the poor fiance he was talking about?"


    "No-"


    [Blip!]


    As I was about to deny it that Eun-Woo stretched his hand and ended the call with a hoof.


    "What was that?" I said as I tightened my grip on his hair!


    " You piece of xxx, that was my grandfather''s friend! Now he thinks we are something!! "


    "So what if he thinks we are something? At this rate, we should get married!" he rebuked.


    Taking me off guard, he freed his hair and got away from me.


    "I booked us a time to register for our marriage! It''s about two hours later." He bombarded me as he looked at his watch.


    "What are you talking about? Were you not the one talking about not loving me and hate you crap?" I asked with a dumbfounded face.


    "Well, since that contract is a valid contract that somehow binds us to the terms, with.. something. I figured I prefer abiding by it than dying! I don''t know how you are unscratched, but I barely survived after booking the time for marriage registration!"


    Well, seemed like the Fairy''s lucky charm indeed worked..


    But it is still too hasty to decide something this important.


    "I understand what you mean, but don''t you think we should first try other means, like visiting the fairy?" I tried to reason with him in a calm voice.


    "Ha! You know what? Why do you think I didn''t call you until now? I have tried many means. From prayers to talismans and shamans. But the only thing that happened was things getting worse by each second. Now you can try leaving that door with an intention other than marriage and take the risk, but I''m not gonna take it!" He said almost as talk actively and explaining as he was in middle school. Showing me the door as he took out the needle from the finished IV.


    One hour later, I''m driving his car to the location he booked us to register our marriage. I had tested it as he told me to and the results were quite scary. The moment I took a step out, I was almost burned by acid.. If it wasn''t for Eun-Woo dragging me in immediately, I don''t know what would have happened to me..


    Parking the car in the busy parking, I got off and took out his wheelchair to sit on. Then I pushed him all the way to the long queue.


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    "How do you know my maternal grandfather? As much as I knew he doesn''t have business with Brights."Eun-Woo suddenly asked as we were signing never ending paperworks.


    "None of your business!" I replied as I pressed the pen hard on the paper, giving a [thud] sound.


    "Who died?" He asked again, this time with a hint of hesitation and worry.


    "Theodore''s father."


    "Theodore???" he shouted out.


    "Shhhh," I said as I hold his mouth while looking around with embarrassment.


    "Can you be any more embarrassing? Are you done being surprised?"


    He nodded his head, so I took my hands off his somewhat moist lips, feeling my face getting hot.


    "Are you still in contact with him after that? Why the hell should you attend his father''s funeral?" He asked again, with a voice full of disgust and anger.


    Well, being Divine''s friend, there was no question how he know about that cliche between us.


    "Yea, no, kind of.. But I''m attending the funeral because of Lucas!" I replied.


    "And who is Lucas?" He asked again in a somewhat furious tone.


    " Ah, Lucas is Chairman King''s grandson!" I said, somewhat tired as I gestured him to continue signing.


    "And why should you attend because of him, may I ask?"


    "Because his my son!?" I blurted out as I massaged my hurting wrist and looked at him signing.


    With the word son, he dropped his pen and lifted his head so suddenly it gave off a funny sound. His mouth opened and closed without a sound.


    "I only wasn''t around the year after graduation and you ruined your life?" He said with disbelieving tone.


    "What the fuxx are you thinking? You sick piece of shit?" This time it was me losing control as I shouted at him.


    " Is reality that painful-!" he said with disgust and some other emotions that I couldn''t read or I could but didn''t want to read.


    [slap]


    When I com to myself. My hand was burning and one side of Eun-Woo''s face was red.


    Everyone in the room was looking at us. Taking a deep breath, I stood up and went to the water cooler and drank a glass of water to cool down my head.


    After some thinking, I conclude that my words might have been diverting, so I also poured him a cup of water and went back.


    "I meant adopted son!" I said as I placed the cup in front of him.


    "I''m sorry!" He murmured.


    "I didn''t hear? You what...?" I teased him with a raised brow.


    "I said you are an idiot who, as per usual, put yourself in trouble somehow!" He remarked sarcastically as he downed the entire cup of water in one goo.


    "tsk!"


    He knew me too well..


    Surprisingly, when the person in charge asked us to exchange rings, Eun-Woo took out a blue velvet ring box out of his pocket. A pair of rose quartz rings in platinum..


    ''Who did he buy this ring for? '' was the only thing on my mind for the rest of the day.


    Was this my punishment for consequently rejecting him for years?


    When I come to myself, we were on our way to the funeral location..

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    Let''s see. We got our marriage registration, grandpa kim aka Eun-Woo''s maternal grandfather called and said tonight is the funeral and sent me the location.


    We went back to my place so I could change into a formal black attire. I ride him to the hospital so he could take off his casts. Also ride him to his apartment so he could change a into black suit too. Now we are in front of the funeral location.


    "Wait a second, why did you tag along?"


    "Caaause.. hmm. Aha, cause we are school friends, of course I should attend Theodores father''s funeral!"


    "Like I buy it!"


    "Like I care if you buy it or no! Don''t forget it''s my car that brought us here!"


    Petty bastard. I really should have bought a car earlier.


    "Aren''t you getting off the car? I know my car is pretty comfortable, but you shouldn''t be attached to other people''s darling!"


    Fuxxing weirdo. I had got my bad habit of naming my belongings from him. His weirdness got printed all over my childhood. He had even named our desc in elementary. What did he name it again? No way! I looked at him with a half opened mouth.


    "Did you really name that desc after your grandfather? Senile Kim.."


    "pffft! Cough! Cough! I don''t know what you''re talking about!" He pretended not to know what I was talking about. After all that cough, really?


    "Ah, what should I do? I really think he needs to know what you named that desc! After all, you used to scratch it, doodle on it, and spark it all while shouting Senile Kim, you xxxx xxx."


    "Cut the chase! What do you want???" he said while looking at me as he was looking at the most childish yet vicious thing ever..


    "You know? I should probably take him in from today! And as you could see, since I''m moving and all, my house is a mess. Please let him stay at your place for the night and I''m taking him tomorrow afternoon! Hmm?" I tried to be as polite as possible. That picky thing wouldn''t do a favor if he felt the slightest disrespect.


    "For the night or for a whole day??? I''m not good with strangers."


    "First, I think we had a trade here! Your secret and my request! Second, shouldn''t he feel uncomfortable, not you? A grown ass man?"


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    Well, I guess the man talk made him unable to refuse since he reluctantly nodded.


    "We will see.."


    As we entered the building, Eun-Woo offered his arm to me, which I refused. He, in his customized suit and on his long legs, with freshly shaved face and drowned in his cold perfume, was too much for my pitiful heart to take. The less I am with him, the fewer memories that damned curse will have to remind me of.


    First ones to see us were the boys I saw yesterday. Did I mention that despite not having any major injuries, I was out for a whole day?


    "That bastard is here!!!" shouted the boy, who seemed to hate me even in the elevator. The one who looked like a mini version of Theodore.


    Everyone''s heads turned our way.


    It was indeed my fault for not fixing the misunderstanding, but I really didn''t expect him to react this badly to my presence.


    "So, it is you?" said a familiar female voice with visible hate. It was a newly required intern who was under my supervision for a few months. Now that I think about it, her name was Melissa King.


    Looking at the man beside me, she became even more furious as she walked towards me. She was a hard die fan of this annoyingly handsome guy beside me.


    "How dare you set your feet at my grandfather''s funeral? You bastard bitxx?" she said as she raised her hand to slap me.


    Before hr hand could reach me, it was griped by Eun-Woo''s hand.


    [Slap] a loud slapping sound echoed in the hall.


    I slapped her so hard that even my hand hurt. Now both Eun-Woo and Melissa were looking at me with widened eyes meanwhile the hall become empty of all the whispers.


    Then I grabbed the hand Eun-Woo was still holding and pushed her to the ground. Taking out a wet wipe from my designer bag, I wiped off my hands as I went through the hall. In front of the chairman''s coffin I lighted a candle, proud and tall.


    If there is one thing that I learnt from grandfather Bright that is to be proud and show it in my actions. After all, actions talk more loudly than empty words.


    After I lighted the candle, I heard Mr. Kim''s voice.


    "Dear child, you came.."


    "Gulp. Hello.."A bit shocked because of his sudden arrival, I respond awkwardly. Thankfully, he didn''t seem to know about what I did earlier..


    "Come here, I should introduce you to Jame''s children."


    He offered his arm. This time I took it, feeling Eun-Woo''s dagger casting glares on my back..


    Well, he could have been as loving and gentleman as his grandpa. Then perhaps I would accept his offers, too. Who knows?


    Grandpa Kim escorted me to a group of people sitting on the first road of the hall.


    "Hello uncle Tomas!" a middle-aged man stood up as he shook hands with grandpa Kim.


    "Hello, Timothy. I''m here to introduce someone!"


    The man looked my way with an unreadable glare as he stretched his hand towards me.


    "I''m chairman of King''s eldest son! Thank you for coming to be a part of his departure ceremony"


    I shook his hand.


    "I am Dawn Bright. My utmost condolence." I said, trying not to look at the hateful stares of Melissa.


    "She is the legal guardian of Lucas that chairman appointed before his death. "


    "What? Why would grandfather give his guardianship to her instead of one of the family members?" Melissa almost shouted.


    "I know her from the hospital. She is a poor thing who clings to the rich! How can we trust Lucas''s assets to her? What if she embezzles late uncle and aunt''s inheritance?"


    "Didn''t you just answer yourself?!" came Grandfather''s voice from behind me.


    "You shouldn''t worry since she''s got more money than you have and will inherit a lot more than you will ever! Why? Cause, unlike you, she entered my hospital with her own capabilities and showed her worth to the professors. Because she''s my favorite granddaughter and cause I''m richer than Jame''s was! And lastly cause I''m a pettier person than James was and I will not tolerate your awful behaviors towards my Dawn and based on the apology Dawn receives from Timothy I might decide if you will ever find a job in this country or not!" Grandfather''s voice was very neutral and even had a hushed tone. However, I''m sure everyone here heard his voice clearly.


    After he finished talking, he dragged me to the other side of the hall and we sited there until the end of the ceremony.


    On the way out, as I saw Diana and Theodore, mother''s message came to mind..


    "Don''t come to Theodore''s father''s funeral. It is important for Diana to have a peaceful atmosphere at her Fiance''s father''s funeral."