Fan Fiction |
by Hope
Looking up, “Hi,” she greets with a casual smile, then remembering him, “Oh, yeah, you were the guy I bumped into the other day. I’m so sorry about that.”
“No, it’s my fault,” he assures, then introducing himself, “My name’s Raymond,” he introduces himself.
“Rain,” Rain introduces herself.
Trying to continue the conversation, “I’ve never seen you here before, have you been working long?”
“No,” Rain explains, “I just started working here a couple days ago.”
“Really? What department are you from?” Raymond asks, trying to get more information of her.
“Oh, at the front desk,” Rain says, as her photocopies are done. “But I have to go send these papers off,” she excuses herself, picking up all the papers and ready to go.
“Okay, uh…” Raymond stutters looking for words, “Maybe I’ll see you later,” he manages, surprised at his lost for words, especially around woman.
“For sure,” Rain responds in manners with a smile as she left.
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As Michelle walks into Mr. Kwok’s office, she is surprised to see someone else in the office, and looks to the man sitting across from Mr. Kwok. “Mr. Kwok, did you want to see me?”
“Yes, Michelle, have a seat,” Mr. Kwok signals for Michelle to sit next to the unfamiliar guy. Then introduces, as the guy got up, “Michelle, this is Ron Ng, Ron, this is Michelle Yip, manager of the finance department.”
“Hi,” Ron gives a formal, yet warming smile, as he put his hand forward.
“Hi,” Michelle returns, shaking his hand, as she was somewhat taken in by him.
Mr. Kwok, as the two took their seats, “Michelle, Ron is the representative of Ting Seung, their company is accepting the suggested proposal, and I would like you to take charge of this project alongside Ron.”
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As Edison was walking across the marketing department, he stops, as he suddenly spots Leila, who was intently working away at her desk.
“Hey,” Edison taps on her desk, snapping out of her work.
Leila, startled, then turns to Edison, “Hey,” then remembering her work, turns her attention back to her drawing, “Edison, look, you just made me lose what I had wanted to draw.”
Edison, looking at the picture, “That’s okay, not like you wanted to work on it anyway,” he told her.
“True,” Leila acknowledges, “but I still have to do it you know. And now I just lost it.”
“Definitely changed,” Edison speculated.
Leila, trying to collect back her thoughts, “What are you talking about?”
“Serious,” Edison said, as she looked at him mischievously, “I like the Leila who never cared what others did or thought, and only focus on what she dreams for in life.”
“That Leila still exists, just before and after work.”
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“Rain.”
Looking up to see the head secretary, “Yes, Miss Lo?” Rain answers, getting up from her seat.
“Rain, you are transferred to a different department starting now,” Miss Lo informs her.
Confused at the sudden change, “But I’ve only worked here for about a week.”
“Yes, but you were requested to be transferred to the head department as the vice-president’s secretary,” Miss Lo explains.
“I’m sorry, who now?” Rain asks, not catching on fast enough.
“Me,” someone answers from behind.
Rain, turning around to see the speaker, “Raymond?”
“This is Mr. Lam,” Miss Lo emphasized the title, “He’s the vice-president of Tin Ha International.”
Rain, embarrassed for calling Raymond by his first name, “Sorry,” she quickly apologizes, not looking to Raymond.
Raymond smiles at her embarrassment, “You can call me Raymond, it doesn’t sound so distant.”
Rain gives a weak smile.
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Leila, quickly checking to see if she had all her supplies, didn’t look up as she turned the corner and almost walked straight into the person around the corner. “Woah,” Leila gasped, almost falling backwards, but was caught in time by a strong, warm arm.
“Are you all right?”
Leila, stabling her balance, looks up at the guy who had caught her fall, “Ron?” she says in surprise.
“Leila,” Ron remembers, “Edison’s friend.”
“Yeah,” Leila responds. “Thanks for catching my fall, otherwise, it’s straight to the floor,” she says, laughing at her own mishap.
Ron smiles to the comment, “So you teach here too?”
“Oh no,” Leila says, mocking herself, “not me, I just have a class in…” she stops. “You teach here?” Leila asks.
“Yeah, I teach the nine o’clock interior design class,” Ron answers, then as well, and questions, “How come you seemed so surprised that I teach?”
“Well, technically I wasn’t,” Leila explains, “but seeing that we work together in the day time, but… well, yeah, you’re my teacher during the night…”
Ron tries to hide his smirk, “Is that it?”
“Yeah, well I’d like to see you handle me being your teacher, that’s just awkward,” Leila retorts.
Ron chuckles, “I don’t know about that, but I do know you are thirty seconds before being late for my class.”
Realizing that, Leila, without a second’s thought, quickly started picking up speed and ran straight to class, leaving Ron smiling at her from behind.