"My name's Yong Soo, daze! Nice to meet you! You can also call me Big Bro, if you want."
This boy! This boy was so-
"Annoying, aru," Yao muttered to himself, clenching and unclenching his fists as he tried to will away the approaching migraine.
Yao found himself in a loud coughing fit, having just been elbowed back to reality (rather roughly) by Arthur, who leaned in to whisper, "You're welcome, sir."
Hmph.
"Alright, t-that's enough. Now, Arthur Kirkland will be giving you a tour of our office, aru. If you have any questions please ask him or another employee, and welcome to Cognition Software, aru." And with that, Yao turned on his heel and stalked down the hall to his office.
"See you later, Yao! I'll work hard! I invented hard work!"
The hairs on the back of his neck prickled in his embarrassment, his face burning red to complete the picture. How disrespectful! Did that boy ever learn his manners? Yao stomped back to his office, grumbling all the while.
Life was now just a little more stressful. Joy.
Bnnnnnnnn...Bnnnnnnn..."H-hello?"
"This is Yao, aru. Lily, could you please bring me copies of the intern applications?"
"Of course, sir, I'll bring them to you immediately. Is that all, sir?"
"Yes, thank you, aru," Yao said absently, hanging up before she could reply. He had more important things to think about, like that pest that's been buzzing around his peaceful, orderly office all morning. Honestly, how did he slip through the system? Yao groaned, rubbing his temples as he tried desperately to reduce the head-splitting pain he was experiencing to a dull throb. Not working.
At the forefront of his mind, pushing past the jumbled strings of thought, was a single question: why? Why him? Why was Yao so bothered by a little thing like this? And possibly the most pressing of all, why did such a loud, obnoxious, manner-less fool even exist?
A sharp knock at the door rescued Yao from his thoughts, signaling that the receptionist was here with the documents.
"Come in, aru."
Lily peeked her head into the room before approaching his desk, presenting a thin folder to her boss. "As you requested, sir."
For the first time that day, Yao smiled. "Thank you. You may go, aru."
"Y-yes, sir."
Acknowledging her with a nod, Yao directed his full attention to the folder containing the intern applications.
Let's see...Galante, Raivis; Héderváry, Elizabeta; Honda, Kiku...ah, here: Im, Yong Soo.
Yao skimmed the document before him, checking every detail that might help him get rid of the walking headache. No disabilities, has had stable jobs and good work experience, "well liked and sociable" (Yao scoffed at this), and a good student. Damn it. His eyes drifted downward before coming to rest at the small block of text in the center of the fourth page:
Why is this internship important to you?: At Seoul University I am studying for a business major, and I hope to be able to work with Cognition Software when I graduate. Through this internship I will strive to learn the necessary skills and requirements to be an office manager.
...Management?
Yao collapsed into a pile of self pity, internally sobbing at the irony.
Life was now a great deal more stressful.
Hell.