ANGELICA'S POV

I woke up and heard two people shouting

"Why are you doing this?!" she shouts

"I wouldn't be doing this if it weren't for him!" he shouted back. I ruffled my hair and sat on the bed. I released a long sigh and stood up; they were fighting again. How long have I been ignoring this? I asked myself again. I had to go to work; I had no choice but to go. I went to my kitchen, fetched some water from the tabletop, and drank it; I sat on the stool and slowly dropped back to sleep.

I dreamed that I was in a car and looking at the surroundings; I heard an ambulance's siren near me as I blinked. I looked at my hand and saw that I was bleeding. When I saw myself bleeding, I woke up immediately and almost fell. Sweat covers me, and my breath goes deeper and faster. How long did I endure that past? How long does it take before I forget this? I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs, but I couldn't. I can't breathe, and I'm so scared. I took a bath, and after that, I ate breakfast, wore my suit, and went to my workplace.

"Morning!" as I enter one of the most successful malls I have ever been to, the Beon-Yeong Mall, I can earn 500,000 dollars every six months, and if I were to be promoted and be a 5-star chef, it'd be 1,000,000 dollars every six months. The CEO and the President of this company are Jonathan Young, A very mysterious man to me. He became wealthy, instantly earning about 1 Trillion Dollars after saving the President of this country. It aired that day, but the details seem fishy, but I never took it as my own business.

"Ms. Angelica Park?" the salesman walked up to me; I looked at him

"Yes? What can I do for you, Mr. Lee?" I asked; he chuckled but maintained his posture

"The Vice President wants to see you," he said, me? Of all people? Me, I'm just a chef here. Why would I get called? Did I do something wrong? Have I offended one of our customers? I imagined smacking myself, and I had no choice but to go, after all, I guess. I nod my head, and my breathing becomes a little shaky. I follow Mr. Lee and stop at the door, saying, 'V.P.'s Office.'

"I should take my leave then." He then did a curtsy that made me chuckle

"See you later." I waved at him, and so did he. I turned around and looked at the door again. 'V.P.'s Office.' I knocked at the door and opened it, as I was opening it I heard someone.

"Give me food! I'm hungry! Can't you understand me?!" A sad puppy barked at the Vice President while he cooed.

"Good morning, Sir. I hope I'm not interrupting you." He stopped cooing and looked at me.

"Yeah, you're interrupting me," he said.

"Arrogant as ever," I said loudly. He was shocked, and so was I. Did I say that out loud? What a great day to get fired! I said to myself.

"What did you just say?" He asked.

"I was talking to myself, sir, don't be affected by it. Sorry, not going to do it again." he nods and points at the nearest chair.

"What about the chair, sir?" He rolled his eyes at me.

"What do you think you are gonna do about it?"

"Look at it?"

"Stop getting on my nerves!" He raises his voice a little. Sheesh, I never knew he had this kind of attitude.

"I can't see your nerves, sir." He smacked himself and tried not to be angry.

"Anyways, I'll be going to Hawaii, and would you like to take care of my pet?" He asked.

"Why don't you bring your pet to Hawaii, so it's less hassle?" I asked

"Don't get smart with me, and I'll be leaving now." Ugh, I'm not a caretaker of pets!

"Then why are you still sitting, sir?" He glared at me and stood. He started walking away, and I forgot to ask one thing.

"But sir, where will your puppy live?" As I was about to look at him, the door had already closed, leaving me quietly.

"Can you feed me?" The puppy asked maddeningly.

"Of course, are you that hungry?" I replied. The puppy stopped and circled himself quickly as if he was surprised.

"Can you understand me?"

"Why? Isn't it obvious to you?"

"You're mean," the puppy said. I laughed and proceeded to get some dog food at the table. I was about to grab the dog food when I saw the picture frame of the Vice President and the CEO himself, so that's him? He looks different than the rest, I said to myself. I gathered the food and put it in the bowl.

"Thanks, I am hungry, and that man couldn't stop playing with me." the puppy said as I was awed at the cuteness of the dog, and later— after a lunch break, I brought the puppy home.

"Is it okay if I leave you here? Because I had to go back to work, you can sleep on my bed if you want and the bathroom's over there" I pointed to the left wall.

"Why would you go to work?"

"I have to earn money, sweetie, to feed you and take care of you."

"Okay, bye then." The puppy continued eating as I left my house and went back to the mall.

"Angelica!" one of the salesladies came to me, and she was trying to catch her breath.

"What? Is something going on?" I asked her. She nodded abruptly and took my hand swiftly, and dragged me to the CEO's room. NOT THERE, why of all places would you bring me there? Are you sacrificing me? I gave her those questions with my look on her, and she shook her head.

"This is Jonathan's room... Why?" I always call him Jonathan and always talk to him informally, because as it is. There's something strange about him, though his face is still a mystery, and I can't quite explain why.

"You won't believe what I will say to you," she claimed.

"Is it something crucial?" She nods again and points at the closet.

"What's in there?" I asked. She held my hand tightly.

"There's- there's an animal inside," she raised her voice and held her mouth quickly.

"Are you high? Are you on drugs?" She shook her head, saying that it was a 'no' when I heard growling inside, probably a dog? I can't entirely listen to what it's saying.

"Did you hear what I just heard?" I asked her again, and she nodded.

"I– I have to go, sorry, Angel." She quickly leaves and closes the door with a loud bang.

"Can you come out? Hello?" I approached it slowly and quietly, not to make a sound, the growl became louder, and my eyes caught something. Sparkling brown eyes are looking through me, so angry. The closet suddenly opened, and it jumped onto me, making me fall and scream. It came out of the closet. I immediately got up and ran to his desk to get his fountain pen and held it like a knife. This encounter isn't the day that I will die, not today.

"Don't come any closer, I'm warning you," I threatened it, my eyes widened in shock to find out it looked like a dog, but it was furrier and more massive than an average dog. My hands trembled but stopped when I got to see it better than the so-called dog was bleeding intensely and collapsed before it even bit me.

"Are you okay there, Ms. Park?" Lee shouts at me.

"Y-yes! But can you please call my sister? A dog is bleeding here!" I shout back.

"O-okay!" After 5 minutes, the so-called dog was arrested at the veterinary, and my sister called me.

"Be here. Now." After a minute, I went to the veterinary, and Angelique grabbed my hands quickly.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" She worryingly asked.

"I'm okay, but is the dog okay?" I replied.

"It's not a dog," Angelique quickly says.

"What?" I didn't catch what she said.

"I said it's not a dog... It's a wolf." I don't know if I ever heard it right, but it seems impossible. The overall physique may say it all, but other breed types can make them huge. For example, the Alaskan Malamute is gigantic, but they are not the kind of species to berserk. I might as well be losing my mind, but this is out of my care.