Emily's soul mate

WRONG COSTUME

Irma takes Emily to a room where there are three work desks with iMac screens on each table. There was a man who seemed to be the same age as Irma was seriously staring at the iMac screen in front of her and making an illustration streak.

"Welcome to the workspace on illustrators!" Irma said a little more when they entered the room.

"New boy, Ir?" Greet the man who just glanced at Emily before returning to focus on her iMac screen.

"Here's Faisal, Em!" Irma introduces the man who turns out to be Faisal to Emily.

"Emily" said Emily, who immediately gave her name while shaking Faisal's hand.

"Hopefully at home, yes! Work here" Faisal said, commenting on Emily's smile.

"This is your desk, yes!" Irma pointed to a table that was right in front of the entrance of the room.

Emily nodded in understanding.

"And your clothes," Irma slightly held back her laughter.

Emily immediately saw her own appearance which was far different from the appearance of Irma who was so relaxed wearing jeans and a short-sleeved shirt with a small belt at the waist.

And Faisal was also only wearing jeans and a polo shirt. Even Mr. Galendra was also only wearing a shirt combined with a thin sweeter shirt. Not wearing a suit like an office person in general.

"We can wear casual clothes here, Em! No need to wear official clothes. Just be polite and don't be too open" Faisal continued to explain to Emily because Irma still did not stop laughing.

"Then tomorrow you don't have to wear formal clothes like that, Em!" Irma finally stopped laughing.

Emily just grimaced and immediately headed to her desk.

All righty!

From tomorrow Emily will also be wearing a casual dress like the one Emily wore while in college.

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Galen read once again Emily's self data that had been on her desk since. The man took a new map from the drawer, then compiled his personal data, as well as some pictures of Emily's hand graffiti into the map neatly. Galen took another map from the top of his desk, before exiting the room.

His name is Galendra Biantara and is familiarly called Galen olen family and friends who may only be counted with fingers.

Galen did not have many friends probably because of Galen's slightly strange nature according to most people.

Basic Galen, who was an editor, seemed to be carried into his daily life. Galen hobbies looking for faults of others, then he will fix it according to his own taste.

Just like when he edited the script or the contents of the book before it was published. Galen will look for the wrong or inappropriate parts, then fix the wrong parts so that the contents of the book become completely perfect.

Galen had arrived at the illustrator's room, and found three humans working in the room busy with their respective iMacs.

"Geek!" Galen's sudden light throbbing made Emily, Irma, and Faisal turn at the entrance.

"Morning, Mr Galen! Tumben here?" Faisal who first mince words to his superiors.

"There's a new job. To Emily!" Galen held out the map she had brought to Emily whose desk was near the entrance.

"But why are you lying so bad, Emily? Can't you keep it neatly under the table?" Regret Galen next whose eyes feel uncomfortable with the position of Emily's bag that Emily had just placed carelessly on the table.

Emily just grimaced and immediately stored her bag under the table after receiving the map that was issued by Galen.

"Already, Sir!" Emily looked at Galen.

"You didn't check the work I gave you? Maybe there's something you want to ask or don't understand. So you can do it with semourna and no need to repeat!" Galen's story again that again makes Emily must grimace again.

Emily opened the white map and read the contents.

Lah!

This is Emily's data!

What does it mean try?

"Map one!" Galen pointed to another map that was also white on Emily's desk and slightly clucked.

"Eh, yes there are two," Emily chuckled to herself and immediately opened the map that Galen meant.

Emily read carefully the contents of the writing in the map while occasionally tucking her bangs that kept falling towards the front of her face.

"I understand, sir!" Emily said after reading carefully the character of the character she will make the illustration.

"Really, okay?" Galen asked once again.

"Yes, Sir!" Emily answered with conviction. The girl slipped her bangs back behind her ears.

"Em, you know that contemporary Korean hairpin, right? Which shape is that?" Galen's sudden question made Emily frown in confusion

Huh, what's a korean hairpin?

"That's the function to clamp the hair bangs, so as not to fall down covering the face and interfere with concentration while working!" Continue Galen again who seems uncomfortable once saw Emily's bangs scattered.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know, sir!" Answer Emily innocently.

Irma and Faisal were seen holding back laughter hearing Emily's innocent answer.

"Tomorrow again, if you go to the office you neatly pinch your bangs!"

"And leave your work tomorrow morning at my desk so I can correct it!" Book Galen before leaving the room where Emily works.

"Good, Sir!" Emily's answer was just flying in the wind because Galen had already passed by so quickly.

You weird manager!

All the appearances of his subordinates were commented on!

Even the location of the bag is also commented on!

Is his life really lacking?

Irma and Faisal's laughter suddenly exploded after Mr. Galen was not seen again.

"Patience, yes, Em! Our boss is a fuss!" Chirps Irma who was still laughing.

"You'll get used to it, too!" Follow Faisal who stopped laughing.

"Indeed, the appearance of all employees is also always commented like I was?" Emily asked, suddenly curious.

"Yes that way! It's kayaknya orok!" Sahut Irma before returning to focus on her iMac screen.

"What did Mr. Galen want, huh?" The chirped Faisal back.

"Start! If you talk about Mr. Galen, you are immediately the spirit of four and five!" Cibir Irma throws a paper clip at Faisal.

"Huh! I guess you are not!" Faisal replied sneering at Irma.

Emily who listened to Irma and Faisal's debate just sniffed her shoulders and immediately grabbed the paper post it to record anything she needed when she was about to make her first illustration picture.

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