Emily's soul mate

STILL OCD

After a thirty-minute ride that felt like thirty centuries, Mr. Galen's silver car finally arrived at the publishing office, where Emily and Galen worked.

Huh!

Finally, Emily was released from a walking prison that locked her up with Pak Gak Tastes this!

"Go to my room to get a job, Em!" Galen's message before Emily gets out of her car.

Damnit damnit!

Can't this annoying manager sir give Emily a little breathing room?

Only then did Emily want to refresh her eyes because too much stuck Galendra virus. Now even told to the room was very neat!

Noah!

It sucks!

"You hear me, Emily?" Reproach Galen srkai again because Emily did not fulfill her order earlier.

"Yes, I heard, Mr. Galen! I'll be in the room soon, Father!" Emily replied in a tone that sounded better.

"That's your sweater! Wear that shirt! Just make an eye!" Said Galen again who is now trailing behind Emily.

"If you make a penny, don't look at it, sir!" Emily muttered a little.

Emily continued to walk towards Galen's room. This time Emily did not need to knock on the door, because the owner of the room was behind Emily.

It also seems like Galen is Emily's bodyguard.

Ahahaha!

But it seemed like the man's martial ability was a little dubious.

His body shape is okay tall. But if faced with thugs, do not immediately curl up in the corner.

"Take off that sloppy sweater, Em!" Galen's orders are once again on Emily.

"The room is cold! What if I shiver?" Emily answered looking for a reason.

Galen immediately grabbed the AC remote and turned off the air conditioner.

"It's not cold! Quickly let go so that your appearance is neat a little!" Galen commands again with a pushy tone.

"Sorry, Sir! But my shirt looks impolite if I take off this sweater! So please understand and don't force me!" Emily replied in a stern tone while throwing a sharp gaze at Galen.

"You don't wear a shirt in that sweater?" Guess Galen while pointing at Emily's sweater.

Emily just rolled her eyes lazily and clucked repeatedly.

"So actually, is there a new job for me or not, sir? If there isn't, I'd like to go back to the room and to my desk, finish my old unfinished job!" Ask Emily to set aside a sense of reluctance or courtesy to Pak Gak Tastes this!

Long bored also Emily commented on the problem of clothes every morning. If not hair, then clothes. If not hair. Actually Mr Galen is an editor or commentator, anyway?

Galen handed Emily a green map.

"Deadline tomorrow morning! Leave it before eight on this desk!" Galen's message immediately made Emily gap in disbelief.

"Why is it sudden, sir!" Emily's protest was unacceptable.

"Because the book is about to go up in print! The illustration was done by Irma a few weeks ago. But the results are falling and the customer is not satisfied! So now you fix that illustration!" Galen's repulsive orders leave Emily at a loss for words.

Goddamn bum!

Damnit damnit!

Is Mr Galen this bitch really intending to make Emily overtime?

Emily did not stop cursing in her heart and the girl was still standing in front of Galen's desk.

"Why are you still there, Em! Didn't I tell you to fix Irma's illustration? Your work won't be done, if you just daydream in front of my desk!" Galen's reprimand instantly made Emily scowl.

"Yes, Sir! This is just leaving too!" Emily replied grumbling. The girl immediately turned around and walked out of Galrn's room. Still a while Emily saw, Galen who repeatedly tidied the pile of paper on his desk, but it was neat.

It's still OCD!

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Emily walks into the illustrator's room and slams the green map Galen gave her onto his desk.

"Basic OCD!" Emily's grouse is upset.

"Who's OCD, Em?" Ask Faisal who arrived first. Irma did not see the trunk of her nose.

Where is the senior illustrator?

"Where is it, Sal?" Instead of answering Faisal's question, Emily asked the roommate again.

"Irma resigned from today," Faisal replied in a flat tone.

Tends to be clear actually.

"Resign up? Why am I not being hammered?" Emily asked who was so shocked by the news that Irma suddenly resigned.

"Yes, where were you yesterday afternoon? Lunch is so good!" Faisal threw an invitation at Emily.

"This what?" Emily opened the invitation thrown by Faisal, then read the contents carefully, before the gadus was again surprised.

"Kok isn't your name on Irma's wedding invitation, Sal? Kirain you two dated yesterday," asked Emily a little confused.

"Yes that way! I'm just a victim of PHP as it turns out," replied Faisal whose tone sounded clear.

"You are patient, Sal!" Emily had folded Irma's invitation back, and kept it in the desk drawer. The girl continued to turn on her iMac screen and type in the password.

"It's very patient, really!" faisal's voice was still clear.

Eah!

This is a really cute guy!

"Where did you say yesterday, anyway, Em?" Ask Faisal kepo.

"Gak Selera was invited to the same exhibition at the stand guard! Bummer!" Emily's story grunts.

"Since when is the child illustration keep the exhibition stand?" Faisal frowned in wonder.

"That's what I'm confused about! Mr. Galen said, it had been discussed during a monthly meeting earlier this month. But the feeling I didn't hear Mr. Gak Tastes was talking about a rolling system to keep the exhibition stand." Emily sniffed her shoulders and was confused.

Emily re-read Irma's description of the theme of the illustration that had collapsed and had to be corrected.

How to fix, if the old file does not exist!

Inevitably Emily has to make a new one and start over.

It sucks!

"You're mostly talking at meetings, Em! That's why I didn't listen" Faisal said, which immediately made Emily scowl.

"You're the one who's talking! Fuck up!"

"Tomorrow Irma came along who are you? Same boyfriend?" Ask Faisal kepo.

"Whose girlfriend? My guy's still single!" Emily answered, rolling her eyes lazily.

"Come with me then!" Tawar Faisal fast.

"Have! Singles must strengthen each other!" Emily's mutable chirps made Faisal laugh.

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