Special Slaves

You're a fashion magazine editorial intern. Right now, you're sitting at your desk worrying about a report on a casino in country M. It is different from what was planned earlier.

You can't help thinking like this"It is supposed to be about the casino owner, but why is it all about the romantic story of the casino bunnies? And these pictures, none of them is about the casino! The magazine is publishing soon; This is the first project I've taken on since I started working, and I can't afford to screw it up!"

You look at your boss, Joseph Edward 's office in a panic. Through the glass, you see Joseph is speaking to someone on the phone. Though handsome and courted by many women, Joseph Edward is usually so serious and intimidating. You haven't seen a smile from him since you started working, not even a faint one.

This is the first project you've taken on since you started working, and you must get it done at all costs!

You've hardly spoken to Joseph Edward ever since you joined the company, but if screw up this issue, you're afraid would see the worst of him! What should you do?

When Joseph Edward looks through the glass and sees you looking at him, you quickly withdraw your gaze. When you hesitantly lift your eyes again, the curtain is already closed.

Calm down! You have to calm yourself down! You can fix this, Jessica!You told yourself!

So you contact Jim, the reporter who wrote this story, and ask him to come to the company to figure out a solution together.

"Hey! Jessica What is so important that we can't talk it over the phone, but I have to come down to the office?"said Jim.

Jim stops you just when you are about to speak.

"Don't say it! Let me guess! You like me, and you want to see me. Am I right?"said Jim.

As he says that, he reaches out to caress your thigh, making you feel a bit limp. Slowly, he moves closer, trying to kiss you despite others around. Yet you still stay calm and push him away, throwing his hand away from your thigh.

"Jim, I'm not in the mood to joke with you. I hope you can be more serious."

"I am serious. For me, being liked by people like you is a serious thing." said Jim.

"I called you over to talk about work." said you.

Jim sees that you keep a straight face, and he soon starts to lose interest.

Jim: I can't imagine a serious person like you is able to find any fun in life. You are just like your boss.

Jim fiddles with the pen on your desk in his boredom.

"How narcissistic are you to have this idea?"said you.

" How pathetic that you can't feel my charm."

"Don't be a narcissist. I called you here on business."

"I think my business now is to save you, make you feel my charm and fall for me. At least honey, you should try me on your bed, feel my perfect shape and long endurance. I promise, you won't regret it! "said Jim.

" Your business right now should be trying to make me not hate you!"

You open Jim's article and show it to him.

"Are you sure this is the right copy?"said you.

"Haha! That's the one! You've already seen it? What do you think? Isn't it great?"said Jim.

You're angry and said "You were asked to write about the owner of Empire Casino, and what you gave me was the messy details of the romantic relationships of a bunny girl!"

"Isn't this wonderful? The story of that bunny deserves a novel! And she's good-looking!"said Jim.

"You can make a movie about her if you want, but I want a report about the casino owner! Don't you understand English? I don't want a bunny!"said you.

"Why are you so rigid and boring! Who wants to read about a casino owner? I hated that filthy rich from the first time I met him."said Jim.

"Calm down! I need to hold my temper!"You think like this.

"The bunny's stories are spicy and eye-catching, but the magazine needs a story from the casino owner." said you.

"I told you, nothing is interesting about the casino owner."said Jim.

"Even so, you can't just leave out the casino owner in your report."said you.

"You are helplessly rigid!"said Jim.

"You are a journalist! Please have some professionalism! Your job is to interview the casino owner!"said you.

"So what?"said Jim.

"Do what you supposed to do, of course! Don't forget the fact that you are a journalist!"said you.

Jim ignores you and continues fiddling with the pen on the desk. You grab it back angrily.

"Did you never interview the casino owner?"said you.

"Bingo! I talked to him for a few minutes, and it felt like we didn't like each other, so I left."said Jim.

"How on earth did you become a journalist!"said you.