Chapter 2

"Sorry, Miss. Our store doesn't need any new employees."

"Even for the janitors or whatever job there non? Please, give me a chance?"

"Yes, Miss. All the employees here already have their parts, including those in charge of cleaning the store. Again, I'm sorry. Just go to another store. Maybe someone needs a

worker."

"Okay, thank you." The girl turned away from the shop she had just visited, walking in a lazy step.

She exhaled while staring at the traffic streets crowded with vehicles. "Huh, it turns out that it's this difficult to find a job," she muttered softly.

Yes, that's true. Finding a job is very difficult. Let alone ordinary people who are only high school graduates and students from top universities, even though almost seventy percent are unemployed.

However, if the student is born with an IQ of 130 and above or at least has expertise will get a job quickly, unlike Chelsea Lee.

Although she is pretty intelligent and talented, there is still not a single job she managed to get.

Chelsea had tried to find a job everywhere until the end of the city had gone through. But the results were still nil.

The bakery which she visited some time ago also rejected her. Arguing couldn't hire people who were only high school graduates. It doesn't make sense, she thought.

Indeed job opportunities for students still in school—part-time—are more than for students who are just high school graduates like herself.

Chelsea dreams of working in a well-known architectural company as the principal designer.

It looks like you must bury your wishful thinking, Chelsea.

Just look at her now. Let alone working in a company. Just a shopkeeper job failed to get.

Isn't fate so cruel to her?

The sound of footsteps walking down the crowded streets continued to be heard, and the harsh breath came out. It seemed like this girl was already at a stage called despair.

Chelsea lowered her gaze, staring at envelopes containing personal data, diplomas, certificates, and other files to apply for jobs in general.

She tightly grasps the envelope and holds it in front of her chest. The twenty-year-old girl set foot and walked back to look for shops across the street that required additional workers.

Chelsea didn't realize that someone was watching her.

The man in a black suit, complete with sunglasses linked to his face like a CEO, lowers the side windshield of the car.

His black eyes looked around, following the direction of the girl he had been watching since. "Secretary Shine, can you bring the girl who was just in that shop to face me now?"

His secretary, Rico Shine, certainly knew what the master meant. He immediately got out of the car, spruced up his suit, and ran small to chase after Chelsea Lee, who wasn't far from there.

His steps stopped when the person he wanted to meet also stopped. Chelsea Lee immediately turned around when it felt like someone was following her from behind.

She winced at both her eyebrows, feeling astonished and misgivings about the person in front of her. Then she tried to ask.

"Sorry, do you need me? Or only my feelings if you have been following me?"

"No, Miss. There's indeed something I want to tell you. My master would like to talk to you. May you come with me for a moment to meet him?"

"Who?"

"Just need to come with me, Miss. My master will explain later."

"But, I don't know your master. Sorry, I have to go. There's much work to do, excuse me."

Chelsea had just turned around, but the following sentence by the secretary surnamed Shine could stop Chelsea's move.

"My master can give you a job. Even better than a job as a shopkeeper."

Chelsea was shocked in her place when the sentence she had just heard entered her ears. Feeling insinuated, she turned around and looked at the person in front of her with a

disliking look.

"No, thank you," she said with a wry smile.

"You don't have to be too stubborn like that, Miss. I know you need a job right now." The interlocutor continued to urge.

It seems Chelsea has no other choice but to comply with his request. After all, she needs a job, right?

There's no point in maintaining stubbornness in such an urgent moment, Chelsea!

"Okay, let me meet him," said Chelsea.

"Come with me, Miss." Rico Shine turned around and walked back towards his master's car, parked across the street earlier. He was occasionally looking back, watching Chelsea Lee.

She could have run away and left the secretary to walk alone. But it was also impossible for Chelsea to do, considering she desperately needed a job right now.

The foot never stopped stepping, and she continued to walk, following the person in front of her. She stopped until the last three steps and almost hit Secretary Shine's back.

It's her fault that she keeps looking down—paying attention to the sidewalk—instead of facing forward.

The secretary turned around, surprised because they were so close at the time.

Chelsea took a few steps back to avoid unwanted things.

Secretary Shine opened the car's back door, where his master was. He just pulled the door knop. He had already gotten harsh sentences from the master.

"Why so long? Can't you do something easy like this?" His tone does not sound like an angry person in general, but his master is more pressuring in his speech when he is angry or upset.

"S-sorry, Master. I've tried hard to persuade Miss Lee, but it seems like she's stubborn enough that I need more time for that."

Chelsea glanced at the car and vaguely heard her name being called. But she couldn't listen to what the two were talking about.

"Where is she now?" His eyes glanced toward the outside of the car.

Secretary Shine immediately got out of the way of the presence of his master so that his master could see the person in question.

"Come in!" One word that didn't need to be repeated for Chelsea to do.

Soon, she entered the car and sat next to the foreign man that Chelsea didn't know, but she was still keeping her distance from him, not as close as you might think.

Seeing Chelsea Lee, who had entered, Secretary Shine immediately closed the car door. Hearing the sound of a closed car door, Chelsea was startled and reflexively looked back.

No, not that rough. Secretary Shine was a gentle person. Only Chelsea Lee had an overreaction to trivial matters.

A few moments of silence because Chelsea was still faithfully looking at the closed car door until the question from the man beside her made Chelsea realize and turn to face the man.

"You need a job, don't you?"