Nearly jumping out of her seat, Yayoeri swivled around at the sound of her boss's voice, the timid assistant gulping as she gave a respectful nod to Bernard. "Good morning, Mr. Bishop.. I didn't know you were here too so early..." Yayoeri mumbled as she neatly stacked up more papers, making sure she sectioned them off neatly. "I do my best to be diligent, sir.." Yayoeri gave another nod, a small smile on her plump lips as if it was her attempt at returning his charming, dashing smile. Noticing that Bishop saw something that caught his eye, the oblivious assistant sat her mug of hot coffee down, tilting her head in slight confusion and worry. "...Is something the matter, Mr. Bishop?" She asked after a brief moment of silence, then his voice rang out, an imposing force that ordered her to his office. Hearing such an order, her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach as she slowly rose from her swivel chair, adjusting the uneven ripples of the skirt of her dress as she nodded. "Yes sir Mr. Bishop.. D-did I fill out something wrong..?" The woman bashfully stepped into his office as she followed him into the dimly lit, imposing room, swallowing hard as she feared the worse, that in her moment of sleep deprivation that she had overlooked something or skipped on signing something. Hearing the sharp clicking of the locking of the door behind her, she glanced back at the door with spiked fear and nerves, then looking back at her boss, who walked back to his desk. "I-is something the matter, sir?" She asked with a quiver in her voice, but before he could answer her question, he seemingly ignored it, going into detail of the document she had mistakenly signed. Her foolish penmanship now led to her signing her soul over to her boss.. Who she is now discovering to be more than just a witty, charismatic gentleman. "Wh-what...? A binding contract..? M-my soul?!" Yayoeri clutched her hands in front of her bosom, her face growing pale at the words that left his lips. "W-what do you mean? I-is there something I need to do to reverse this? B-but.. My soul.." Yayoeri held her chest tighter over her heart, the organ pumping blood inside her body that failed to reach her face, feeling the growing need to faint at the announcement of her very being belonging to her boss over a small mixup. "Wh-what do you mean binding contract, Mr. Bishop..?" She took a deep breath. "L-like the devil?!" Her face contorted with fear and worry.
