It Sure Is Monday [Kyu-Sik]

Monday is a employed person's best friend; same as diamonds is a girl's and dogs are man's. Waking up on a Monday morning after a too short weekend is a job all by itself. Most would pay anything not to leave their bed but Veronica isn't like most. She's up with the sun and out the door before six. Preferring to be on her feet then lying on her side in bed Veronica is always on the move.

Her first job of the day….. picking up her boss's custom clothes. There was a masquerade ball in two days and he wanted to have a one-of-a-kind suit. She could understand the urge but could scoff at his taste. The man couldn't tell cotton from silk, a high quality fabric from a cheap knock off, that's why he had her pick of his clothes. As he said, 'she knew her stuff'.

Veronica wasn't too upset about the mundane jobs but at least they weren't tiring. This was one of the easier tasks he gives her. The tailor was only a block away and walking helped keep her body in shape. Exercise isn't really needed because she barely eats enough food to keep herself upright yet alone put on the pounds.

Freshly shined black heels click-clacked against the hard pavement. Her perfectly manicured fingers brushed back a loose strand of her straightened hair. The warm weather let her get away with the white tank top and high pencil skirt she was wearing. It could be that or the fact that her boss like staring at her ass all day but who know's? A roll of her eyes was the only outward sign of her irritated mood.

Honestly, she had better thing to think of then her perverted boss but even then it always came back to him. Now, the only thing on her mind was what the hell she was going to wear. Getting a dress was the easy part, it wasn't like she was short of money, but finding a dress that looked sexy but didn't outshine her date was the hard part. Most were surprised when she said she had a date; did she have a secret boyfriend? A long distance relationship? Nope, none of that. Her date was her god damn thirty-something boss.

No one needed to know that though so she just nodded to whatever crack pot theory they had. He hadn't really even asked it, it was more like she was hired for it. A hundred dollars and all she had to do was stand there, giggle and look pretty. That's like asking her to go somewhere with her father.

So far she had, carefully of course, decided that she'd be wearing short black dress; it was classy and cute which worked for her. "I swear to god, if I catch him staring at my ass I'll slap him to fucking Timbuktu." she muttered under her breath as she slowly pushed the door open. Veronica had never been here before so hitting something wasn't really part of her plans. Usually her boss had thing delivered but after they had stopped using that store. "Hello?" she said. Letting her head lead the way she carefully made her way in and instantly locked in on a guy not too far away.

She raised a finger as if the force of the movement would catch his attention and smiled in his direction. "Excuse me? I'm here to pick up order #516. You do work here right?" She could only assume. He was the only person in there and she had expected creepy dolls, or some strange owner with a ugly white mustache. Not a guy who looked barely a day older than her, then again stereotypes are just stereotypes.