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[CrimsonMoon]

Dante glances at the boss again and suddenly asks," What is your name sir? I don't want to always refer to you as 'Boss Man'.."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He lifted his head and looked straight at him with dark eyes.

"Mr. Kim."

[CrimsonMoon]

This time Dante was a bit unprepared for eye contact but gazes back... This guy... He felt as if this hard face of Mr. kim's was just a mask," It's nice to officially make your aquantence..

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He grunted in response and waved his hand to get rid of the male, returning to his work.

[CrimsonMoon]

Dante hurriedly retreats after the secretary," Chuckling softly

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

She smiled at him. "This is your cubicle. And... here are your tasks." She gestured to the paper on the desk.

[CrimsonMoon]

O-oh... Alright... How should I..?" He starts but paises and sighs," I'll figure it out.."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

She nodded and patted him once on the shoulder for support. "You'll do fine." She turned and walked away.

[CrimsonMoon]

Dante smiles at her thankfully, starting up the computer and glancing over one forum before getting the idea and logging onto the intrnet. Immediately the breaking news website popped up and he froze at an article reading 'Lord Dante Tennyson of Britainiva Missing. Wife Frantic'

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