The Sinful Eye

People tend to believe that their entire life path depends on them, except for the inevitable and irreversible human factor of death. In our pursuit and perseverance, we face unimaginable challenges. But in reality, do you really need just these qualities to succeed? Three girls who tried on the roles of office workers in the largest entertainment company in South Korea, is strongly concerned about this issue. Although it would seem that they have already achieved their goal by working in the largest entertainment industry. However, they were warned that their training was being built on other floors of this building, but for some unknown reason they had to languish in a stuffy office. Mira was quite a willful girl. Her bright pink hair and striking makeup from a young age were a symbol of her rebellious spirit, which stood in contrast to her own family. Zoe was a sensitive person. She had a high level of communication, a rare sense of empathy, and the ability to forgive, which often saved Mira from unnecessary arguments. As for Rumi... This girl's character was not easy to understand. It seemed that Rumi was always open-minded, but her thoughts were always detached. Sometimes It wasn't easy for Mira and Zoe to understand her. However, nothing prevented the girls from rallying against their common enemy - work. Today seemed to drag on especially long. Zoe, unable to stand it, sighed languidly and dropped her head on the table. "Zoe, get to work," spurred her Rumi, uninterruptedly typing on the mechanical box, called «computer». "Today, a huge pop music festival will be held, organized by our company," Zoe wailed, but immediately her face changed, solemnly raising her hand. "On the big stage, where many famous k-pop idols will gather," she held out her hands in front of her, maliciously bending her fingers, "and it passes without our presence." "Zoe!" Mira and Rumi said at the same time, looking at each other condescendingly. For about a minute, the girls didn't say a word, buried in their desks. The silence was broken by Mira: "But what if... ?" she began, suddenly inspired by Zoe's idea. "And you're on board?" Rumi interrupted her. Zoe immediately picked up on Mira's passionate mood, jumping up from her office chair, which rolled back a couple of feet. "What if we overthrow the management?" Zoe began to throw out suggestions, her hands clenched into fists with excitement. While the girls began to gesture nervously to her to be quiet, Zoe continued enthusiastically: "Then no one will be able to stand in our way to achieve great victories. Just imagine," she made a grand gesture with her hand, "a large stage, we are in the heart of all the events, not just spectators..." During her story, she still pays attention to her friends, who are sitting in a daze. And, if Rumi's face was filled with a terrible anxiety, then Mira and all chose to hide their emotions, desperately covering her face with her palm. "That's certainly wonderful," a nasal voice said from behind her, and a stooped, short man with thinning hair came up to Zoe. "But if everyone becomes famous, who will sweep the yard, raise the cattle, and put that pile of documents in the archives?" The man nodded his head in the direction of two tables that had been pushed together. "No!" the girls said in unison. "Mr. Director, have you taken this personally?" Zoe asked worriedly. "If we were to usurp the authority, we would definitely invite you along." "No, Zoe," the director replied as he walked away. "It won't work out." As he continued walking, he continued to speak to himself: "I've been wondering who to assign this task to. How fortunate it all turned out to be." Zoe indignantly crossed her arms over her chest and, as soon as he left, excitedly said: "No, we would never invite you to such an operation." Mira let out a heavy sigh: "If we weren't friends, Zoe, we'd have a big fight." Zoe lowered her hands, feeling a pang of conscience, and looked at Mira, trying to visually figure out the seriousness of her words. But her expression told me that she didn't find any humor in the situation. It seems that Mira's mood has been affected by the stress of the previous event, which is scheduled to take place today. Rumi gave Zoe's shoulder a reassuring squeeze, and Zoe responded with a slight smile, indicating that she was fine. It was important to move quickly to avoid wasting time on paperwork. The girls divided their responsibilities and got to work. The hour was rapidly passing, and the paperwork seemed to be getting no less. It was impossible to keep up with it from the start. However, after two and a half hours of sorting through documents that had not led them to even half of their success, they realized that they would be here for at least a day. As the clock on the wall showed ten minutes to five, signaling the end of their workday, Mira threw the documents in her hands into a cardboard folder, which she immediately discarded. "That's it for me," she protested. Zoe and Rumi, who were in the same position, looked at her in confusion. "Let's review the last stack of documents and put the existing folders in the archive." No one argued. Supporting Mira, the girls quickly scanned the documents they were holding and placed them in folders. The folders were sorted by month and placed in several piles for easy transportation. The documents from the previous year, which were a surprise to find here, were placed on top to determine their location once they were in place. Taking one small but heavy clip each, the girls walked out into the hallway, but before they had gone more than 10 feet, the principal appeared around the corner, and upon seeing them, he immediately quickened his pace to meet them. "Where are you going?" he asked as soon as he got closer, catching the girls off guard twice, first with his appearance and now with his question. Rumi was going to answer ambiguously and simply that they were heading to the archives, so as not to provoke possible discontent with the knowledge of their true intentions. But the hot-tempered Mira, who had spoken first, had a different opinion. "The workday is over for today," she concluded with a serious expression on her face, and ignoring the standing director, she walked forward, adding: "And accordingly, we are going home." The director remained silent, causing Zoe and Rumi to look hesitantly at the retreating Mira and the thoughtful director. However, just as the girls were about to follow her, assuming the silence was a sign of approval, the director's statement caused everyone to stop. "So you are not afraid of a reprimand with a reduction in your salary for failing to fulfill your duties as a director?" the director retorted. “I demanded that everything be finished today.” Mira turned around, determined. “So these papers have been sitting there for months, and no one has cared about them, and now it’s urgent?” “Mira… Mira… calm down,” Zoe and Rumi intervened, trying to stop the argument that could lead to the sorting of an entire archive, but Mira continued: “What did Zoe say that upset you so much?” "In Zoe's words?" the director repeated questioningly. "What are you talking about? Ah, I think I understand. About the usurpation... I didn't even understand why you told me that back then." Mira lowered her shoulders, staring at him in bewilderment, and the two girls beside her were speechless. "Today, all the employees in our department have taken early leave to attend the festival," he continued. "On this occasion, since you are so zealous about your work, I have given you this task." "Could I have a pass?” Zoe’s face was flushed with anger, even more so than Mira’s. “Girls, girls, calm down,” the principal said, putting his hands up and backing away as Mira and Zoe advanced on him. “There’s no need to waste time, you still have so many papers to go through.” The director retreated at a run, the girls were going to catch up with him as soon as they put the heavy piles of files on the floor, but Rumi shook her head in warning, after which the girls went along the corridor in annoyance. Zoe and Mira's faces were overly angry, and Rumi stretched beside them with her usual expression. As she turned to inquire about their mood, their faces abruptly changed. Rumi heard male laughter and conversations coming from the front. Her friends' gazes were directed towards it. She looked down the length of the corridor, where four guys were stretched out. Dressed in a strict office uniform of a light-colored shirt, dark slacks, and a tie. The girls were allowed to wear skirts, which is what Rumi and Mira usually wore. But even though they look like office workers, their unique appearance and colorful hair would make them suitable for the role of k-pop idols. Rumi wasn't a fan of pretentious boys, so she took another look at her friends, who were frozen in awe, trying to figure out what they were staring at. The girls spread out on either side, allowing the boys to pass when they reached them. Zoe and Mira's eyes almost popped out of their heads at the sight of the shirt that was almost bursting at the seams on one of the boys' sturdy physique. Rumi began to turn forward to continue walking, but it suddenly occurred to her that there were not four but five boys. Rumi noticed a particular attractiveness among them. And the one who had momentarily judged the girls for their weakness to charming guys, involuntarily gazed at the tall brunette, loosening his tie with one hand. Captivated Rumi also missed the moment that the guy was not going to take a little left on his way. Without thinking about the fact that it is worth moving aside, Rumi continued to stand in the same place. The stranger collided with her shoulders, from which Rumi shrank back, and the top of the pile of files crashed to the floor with a thud. The guy gave her a disapproving look, as if it was Rumi who had pushed him, and then he deliberately shook her off his shoulder. “Watch yourself,” he said curtly, and then he followed the other guys. Rumi looked at him in confusion, and then she shouted after him: “Wat... Watch yourself!” The girls ran over to her to pick up the fallen folders and scattered papers, and they cursed at the strangers who had passed by.