πΌ β how was your childhood? do you have a favorite memory?
Silence rimmed the small bedroom once her back pressed against the bed as she peered towards the ceiling. Home alone, again. Regularly the female was left home unattended and absent from social environments, at least, outside of exemplary homeschooled kidsβ field trips (she never did genuinely become fond of those). But, Hyemi wasnβt bored. She enjoyed being home alone when everyone went to their school or work-- leaving her with the capability to dance around the living room or envision herself as things sheβd be too flustered to admit. The young girlβs favorite thing to do when everyone was gone, was to blast the television, taking part of the action going on through the various pixels as if she was part of the show.
π€ β what are your sleeping habits? how many hours of sleep do you get in a day?
Any time she isnβt at work filling out paper, sheβd be asleep at home or in her office. There isnβt a specific set of habits or amount of hours, just that she should probably get more.
π₯ β whatβs your greatest fear?
Hyemiβs worst thought is being left behind. Ever since she was a young child, she had always desired to fit in with everyone else to the point she altered her own personality. When things donβt tend to go the way she believes it should, a way where otherβs would take notice of her or even claim her as a friend, she could turn rather destructive of herself. It has been so drilled into her head to fit in with everyone else, that itβs more important than her own self awareness.
βοΈ β whatβs the hardest part about being a nis agent?
The femaleβs breath turned comparatively deep, the pencil between her fingers falling down onto the desk once the form was thoroughly filled out. She could belatedly wrap up the day and head home to her baby Cocoa-- or so she speculated when a superior came by to drop a substantial packet onto her desk, an apologetic gander written on his face.Β βThis is the last thing, I swear,β but that comment only made her roll her eyes.Β βYou said that six packets ago, sir.β What she said was rather ignorant as well as a slip up to speak in such way to someone of a higher level. Hyemi just couldnβt help it because every time she feels like sheβs done for the day, thousands of other papers come her way.
πͺ β whatβs your relationship with your family? do you keep in touch?
Hyemiβs feet were propped up onto her desk, a broad smile approaching her lips once the phone pressed against her ear. She had finally gotten a break, a time to breathe, to be able to call her mother back at home because she always kept in touch with her family. The female suspected that her premium connections were the people she is related to, causing her to undoubtedlyΒ keep her relationship with them quite positive.Β βMomma?β she nearly said with too much enthusiasm when the dialing beeps cut short, the workers around her giving odd looks.Β βHow have you been? Anything exciting happen?β