"I definitely need a hair treatment," was Xiu's first agenda of the day. She set an appointment with a salon and for the time being, decided to wear her hair down. Playing it safe was playing it wisely. There was no way she was gonna give Dylan any chance to abash her.
"Ms. Bai, let's go," Dylan knocked on her office door and beckoned her to follow.
Xiu had no idea what he was talking about but she followed him nonetheless like any normal E.A would have done so. "What's that bag for Sir?" Xiu asked staring strangely at the duffle bag in Dylan's hand.
He grinned slyly and said, "You'll know. Soon enough."
Xiu shrugged her shoulders and didn't question again. However, when she saw him entering the secretarial department of his, she was surprised and more curious about what he was up to. Xiu was yet again taken aback when he slammed the duffle bag right on the desk and made the poor secretary flinch in fear.
Meehee's poem of the day:
My words often found an escape
whenever the tip of my pen
touched that blank sheet of paper
That clear sheet
asking the writer to fill it with ink
Just like my vacant heart
asking the world to hold it before it sinks.
The words found a home in another's heart
And
The writer's heart found a home in his imagination's art.
But either it was words or a heart
Both had the desire to just live on...
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