Confessions
A fiction by moondocc
Rated T/Genre Humor/Romance
Disclaimer: CCS belongs to Clamp, blah blah blah. I own the plot, and though it may seem like a Bridget Jones's plot, but I can assure you it's not. At least not entirely, anyway. It was really made after me reading a summary of My Name is Kim Sam Soon, which is a Korean drama. I have not yet had the fortune to actually see the drama, but the summary immediately caught my eye. And here it is, it is spun into a fanfiction:D
Summary: Twenty-nine. Slightly overweight (she says she's slightly, but then you can never really tell). Single. Fervent passion for trashy romance novels, though she'll never admit it to anyone, not evens her best friends. Average job as an ever-so average accountant in a mega-million company. Her life obsession: eating. Her dream: to win that blasted Pie Eating Contest, which she hasn't won since age seventeen. And damn, did that hot guy across the hall just look at her butt? Oh no! The boss's spoiled teenage (ok, he's not really a teenager) son is looking right at her butt!
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Chapter 1: Confessions of a Mad Career Woman/Singleton
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Oh no! My bra is falling off my back! What am I to do? The meeting starts in two minutes and my bra strap is hanging loose and it feels like my left boob is sagging! Oh no! The humiliation I must face! And what is Director Stevenson looking at? Are my breasts really that interesting?
Thankfully, the meeting room is completely walled with mirrors. I turn my chair over, fully expecting to see a beautiful woman imaged at the receiving end, but instead I gasp with complete horror. I could just faint! No wonder Director Stevenson was checking me out in such an inappropriate way! You could see the complete contour of my body against my bloody white shirt which just turned out to be so…blasted thin!
Oh, I could faint. Maybe I should just faint. I should. I must. Oh wait. What if they look at me questionably and then take advantage of me because my left breast is completely uncovered? I wouldn't be able to wake up and slap them…I'd have to pretend that I'm dead or something. No, no, not a good idea, Sakura, you must focus.
Maybe you should ask them if you could go to the restroom to "freshen up".
"Meeting starts in thirty seconds! Get in your positions, everyone!"
Okay… the restroom idea is definitely out of the question. It was then when I tried desperately to come up with an escape route that the door clicks open and everyone turns their heads. Perfect! Just the chance for me to fix my bloody bra strap. I click the two metals together and smile satisfactorily at myself before I felt a killing air around me. I look up, and find the entire room staring at my left boob.
"Yes?" I try to sound as calm as possible. I didn't want them to hear the nervous beating of my heart. I swear, they could smell fear.
Unfortunately, nobody answered. I nod at them weirdly and then looked down at my agenda. I even managed to flip a page before I hear someone clear his throat. Annoyed, I ruffle my hair with an indifferent expression and sounded, "Yes?" through gritted teeth.
"Behind you, ma'am," some tiny voice hinted. I raise my eyebrows and turn around before shrieking loudly. Mind you, I almost fell off my chair. In front of me, dressed in a tight (and I daresay, expensive but nonetheless dashing, suit) stands my boss's son who looked like he had just walked off a photo shoot. He has handsome features which I will describe some other time…that spoiled brat. He probably goes to the spa more often than I do (darling, will you please look at his perfect skin!).
"What's your name?" He inquired.
Shit! He's playing the name game. I'm so in trouble. Hmm…I could mutter someone else's name, but I doubt that's very possible in front of every board member present.
"Kinomoto Sakura, sir," I stand up and bow. My head almost touched the ground when I bowed. I really, really, really did not want to get into trouble during my first month as a Level I accountant in this blasted mega-million company.
Speaking of this mega-million company…what is it that they produce that's so much profit that ends with me going home every evening with my fingers throbbing from typing?
"Your breasts are very, very disturbing to me. Would you mind going to the restroom to freshen up?" Ok, really not the time to think about what this company was producing. Not the time, Sakura. On the other hand, I want to slap this guy. How dare he talk to me like I'm some hooker?
"No, not at all, Mr. Li," I bow again and dart for the door. The board members all eyed me very weirdly. Truth to be told, I wasn't really supposed to be attending the meeting. I was their papers-and-pencils girl. The one that hands them out crap from the paper box since the secretary had just run off with the mailman (they are looking for replacements, so I'm naturally the first substitute, having such inferior job as I do). I really didn't deserve a seat in that prestigious office…which is probably why I shouldn't have drawn so much attention to myself.
I quickly run to the restroom just around the corner and locked myself in one of the stalls. I sit on the toilet, hands supporting my chin and let out a big breath. This was really not a good day, and it is only 10:00am! How the hell am I going to come out alive from Edgar & Co.? I unlock the door of the stall and stare at my chest in the mirror. I fixed my bra pretty well. Nothing seems to be the problem. What the hell was wrong with the boss's son? Jesus. If I wanted a party, I would have asked God. Now I have his stupid eyes on my back.
Geez.
Mr. Li's point of view.
When I walked into that room, the first thing I saw when I opened the door was a girl who was touching herself in a very weird way. She caught my attention immediately, and as I walked closer to her, it looked as if she was…rubbing her left breast. It all looked rather jovial to me, because in a minute she noticed everyone's gaze on her and just choked out an indifferent "Yes?" and guess what?... began flipping the pages of the agenda as if nothing had happened.
I was absolutely, fantastically so amused that I stood behind her for the better part of the minute looking at the back of her slightly fat red head and smirking to myself endlessly about just how dumb this girl could be. Believe me, for the better part of the minute, I wondered to myself how my father, one of the main associates of Edgar & Co., also known as the boss (well, the boss was Frank Edgar himself, but he's never there, so logically my dad was the boss, therefore I'm the boss's son, but no one knows about that anyway), had hired a girl with the intelligence of a crab sitting in his chair, in his board room, rubbing herself in a most inappropriate and may I add, disturbing, way then pretending that nothing was wrong.
I cleared my throat. The Crab did not notice that it came from behind her, and therefore Timid Co-Worker had to whisper. As she turned around, the most unpleasant sound reached my ears and I found myself wanting to crawl under the carpet and scream as loud as I can so to prevent me from within earshot to her shriek. But then if I had actually crawled under the carpet I would have missed her almost falling off her chair which was the most hilarious thing indeed. She gave me the sense of notion that she knew who I was. Perfect. I gave my timing a perfect spin and remarked, "What's your name?"
She must have realized that she was in trouble because it took her several seconds before shooting up her eyes and muttering her name in dark despair. "Kinomoto Sakura, sir," she answered before bowing again. Her cheeks brushed against my knee when she rose, but she didn't notice. It was a good thing that she didn't notice because like all girls, she probably would have made a big fuss about it.
I wonder if the next sentence would leave my lips, but it escaped like a runaway fugitive before I could chain it to my teeth. "Your breasts are very, very disturbing to me. Would you mind going to the restroom to freshen up?" It must have been very insulting to her because her face blanched for a moment as she bowed and left the door muttering unintelligible words to herself. Probably about me, anyway. My fault for showing so little disrespect for her.
Oh. Well.
End Mr. Li's point of view.
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Sakura's point of view.
Ooo. I just don't know how to face that bloody man again! My bra was perfectly adjusted and he had the nerve to send me to the restroom just because he is the boss's son! He looks too young to be in this company anyway. He should plaster his face to one of those teen magazines that have young girls idolize young boys. I bet he even qualifies for that. What was his name again? His name isn't very romantic-sounding. If they ever plaster his stupid face to a teen beat magazine they should change his name to Damon Williams. Now doesn't that sound like a more romantic name? He is the hero of the romance novel that I am reading now, God of the Beautiful. In the book he—
Alright. I really shouldn't be getting distracted. I should at least look professional when I enter the room. Oh, they'll ignore me anyway. I'm just a stupid papers-and-pencil girl. I smile to myself contently and tugged my shirt. My hand shifts the doorknob and closes the door softly behind me. I look up.
Fuck!
Every pair of eyes is directing immediately at me and my left boob! Have they lost their bonkers? I already went to the restroom as ordered because my chest was disturbing the freaking boss's son and now they still think I'm a complete idiot that I would leave my bra unhooked and waltz in with a happy face?
I laugh nervously. The boss's son was looking at me like I was some sort of alien with that inquiring glare of his. "I'm back!" I announce with a happy face (much to my annoyance). I manage to sit down at the corner of the boardroom and duck my head down so no one will be able to see my (presumably red) face. Mr. Li turns his head back again and directs his attention at the current speaker, Director Stevenson, who finally resumed his speech with a straight, and mind, not perverted, face.
As the meeting ended, I stand up from my chair and waited until everyone else had left the boardroom. As a Level I accountant I am in no way superior to any of the board members, senior or not, and am always considered last in matters of comfort. Of course, our company does respect the elders, so naturally Teen Beat was the last to leave before me. He gave me a weird look before he stepped out of the door and went on his business. I scoff after him, but just when he turned around I bite my tongue and pretend to be thinking about something else. To say in the least, I am quite embarrassed of the events since this morning, and am not in the mood to receive weird looks from said bastard.
I walk back to my office, or should I say, tiny space shared with four people guarded by three feet "walls". I load down my papers and flip open the manila folder and type in the figures. I'm not really in the mood for huge numbers to be typed as an accountant, so I ended up doodling my name on a blank sheet of paper.
Sakura Kinomoto
&
Damon Williams
"Ahhh." I sigh to myself, content. Lovely, lovely Damon Williams. He is absolutely Sex God. Mind you, the front cover does this character no justice at all. None whatsoever.
I wonder. Is anybody looking my way? I look around subtly at my surroundings and snicker. Then, my ingenious and brilliant mind propelled me to take out God of the Beautiful and flip to page 327. Damon Williams is just about to propose to Lila Delores, whose father is Spanish and whose mother is French. Oh, I am so jealous of her! I wish I had a figure like hers, but being overweight is not really an option to have a killer demonic body possessed by Lila Delores. Stupid witch.
At five p.m., I take my purse and get ready (gleefully) to leave the blasted place. Just when I step out of my chair and look out, I find a pair of possibly brown eyes quickly shifting its gaze away from me. I immediately turn around to myself and let out an "Omigawd!" in my awful voice and realized what the man was looking at.
He was looking at my butt! How could the bastard? Well, he is up for a consultation from me! I mean, why would he look at my butt? It's not much of a sight to behold except for the excessive cellulite and fat wobbling here and there.
I clear my throat and walk over the direction of whoever it is that looked at my butt. Why do I feel like I'm on display all the time today? Like, I constantly feel a pair of eyes watching my every move, checking my every motive from behind my back—checking me out, no less.
The man had his back turned from me, probably from embarrassment. He stands stranded in a glassed office (with absolutely no privacy, really, I wonder why anyone would want to be in a glass office with everyone looking down one's shoulders) with his hands tied at his back. My anger had gotten the best of me when I push that door and open my mouth.
Which I probably shouldn't have, because the first word that came out of it was "Bastard!"
The man immediately turns around from such a rude comment and I immediately lost the balance in my legs. Oh dear god. The very face plastered on teen beat magazine had just walked off the goddamn cover and landed right in front of me.
"Excuse me?" he asks, half-amused, half-delirious.
"Nothing." I mutter quickly. "I…just came here…to tell you urm…" I stutter, what am I to say now? I'm such an idiot. Oh why oh why did I torture myself by coming in and trying to scold a man who's imprisoned in a glassed office? I'm so stupid. How could I bare to have the IQ of a crab and walk into any glassed office?
"…That…Director Foreman will be needing that report tomorrow," I lied. I honestly have no fucking idea what I'm talking about.
"Sorry?" apparently the pompous teenager didn't catch a thing I said. "Report, what report?" or maybe he did hear, but was just confused about it.
"Never mind, haha, good bye!" I laugh nervously and rush out of the glassed office.
Did he or did he not just check me out a moment ago? The boss's son just looked at my butt? Impossible… Oh man…I still have to feed Kero, my stupid, spoiled cat!
moondocc: Well, first chapter finished! I know it's got sort of a British sense of humor, but I can't possibly help it. I can't get the Britain out of my head! Anyway, I hope you guys liked this chapter, and we'll see how this project turns out. If it is well received, I'll continue. If not, we'll see.
Oh yes, about Sakura's weight situation. She's not like… 300 lbs. She's just a bit overweight.
About W I S H: I royally fcked up on that story. I'm taking it off for some major revisions, which I hope will make it better, because right now it is in a major load of dirt.
Please review!