TL by Myoni
Edited by Myoni & Yoni
Uhuh… Am I dreaming right now?
It was the only conclusion I could make as I was sitting in an office I had never seen before.
It was an incredibly spacious, fine office.
It was a great sight, but since it felt like I didn’t belong here, I was very nervous. Almost like going into a high-class hotel restaurant with a dress code while wearing stretched out pajamas or a t-shirt that could only be used as a rag and bathroom slippers.
It was that kind of feeling.
Must be a dream, right?
Since there was some sort of hologram-like thing on top of the table, it definitely must be a dream.
How weird. I didn’t watch a lot of science fiction movies these days, why was I having a dream like this?
Huh. I could see the clouds outside the window.
The office was the size of a playground with a window that spanned an entire wall, but there were even clouds floating around outside. It looked like the view you would see from an airplane… Were those really clouds? Or a video? If they were real, how high was this office?
Nah, if it was a view of the world with ‘overtechnology[1]‘, the office might even be flying.
Even though I was quite eager to confirm it, I couldn’t.
There was a reason why I thought this was a dream.
Currently, as if I was a puppet, my body was moving without my control. My head turned by itself, gazed at the clouds outside once and then looked down at my watch.
“Hmmm… It’s almost 2 p.m.”
Even my mouth moved involuntarily and spoke.
Although I couldn’t control it, the senses definitely worked. Sight, hearing, smell, touch and although I was not completely sure, from the unpleasant taste of my saliva when I gulped, I think I could taste as well.
It was a bit frightening. I guess this was what they call a lucid dream.
“It certainly is. If CEO Jung is ready, shall we start the interview?”
A pleasant tone. My head turned. I looked at the woman who sat in front of me.
She seemed to be in her mid-forties. Just from her voice, I imagined a gentle face, but it was the opposite. Short blond hair. The sharp edges of her eyeliner above her wrinkles showed her confidence and her distinct ink black lips drew the most attention.
Hmm? Black lips?
Her choice of lipstick was quite unique.
However, have I seen this woman before? I heard that the figures who appear in the dream have similar appearances of people you know in real life.
“With pleasure.”
My lips moved again.
“But, why did Director Park come all the way here?”
“Of course, I need to come for CEO Jung’s exclusive interview. Then CEO might even spare a bit more time. Is that not right? I could expect that much considering our relationship.”
“Haha, certainly. Are you going to conduct the interview?”
“The interview will be conducted by Reporter Song, I will step in from time to time. I know as much as there is to know about CEO Jung, I thought it would be better to get a young person to think outside the box and get some new information.”
I then realized that there was a young woman sitting next to Director Park. She was a mixed-race beauty as her small face had various ethnic traits. Even her body was gorgeous. However, under Director Park’s strong presence, she didn’t draw much attention.
“Introduce yourself, Reporter Song.”
“Yes! Hello, CEO Jung. My name is Song Song.”
It was a relief I couldn’t control my body. If not, I may have laughed involuntarily.
“Nice to meet you, Reporter Song.”
My body held a conversation with the mixed race beauty. As there was nothing I could do, I couldn’t help, but listen in on their conversation. I carefully looked at whatever was in my sight. As it was my first lucid dream, everything was amazing.
The eyes that were looking at the reporter moved. They briefly passed by something that resembled a computer screen. Even the face that appeared for a second on its shiny black surface. Although it was brief, I saw it.
It was my face only it looked around twenty years older.
So that was why I was able to comfortably talk with Director Park.
My body moved. This time, my eyes look down as I fixed my outfit. A suit that looked like what a British gentleman spy would wear. A necktie. A leather watch that clasped perfectly on my wrist. Even the me who does not know much about brands felt that it was very expensive.