[hr][hr] [center][h1][color=aqua]Eugene Han[/color][/h1] [img]http://i.imgur.com/wzEoeBv.gif[/img] [hr] Dunder Mifflin -> Her Desk [hr] Honestly, Eugene wasn't a fan of the sudden camera crew and if she had had her voice heard when it was mentioned at a meeting perhaps things would've been different. Ever since that documentary of the Scranton branch came out it seemed like every branch was hoping for another slice of the pie and that was the last thing New Castle needed, more reasons to goof off and shirk responsibility. But what could she do except grin and bear it? Well, bear it for sure but grin? That was a bit out of the question. It was alarming how many seemed so willing to accept that their otherwise menial day-to-day was now under the scrutiny of impartial eyes and cameras, but perhaps that was exactly the reason why. Anything to break up the monotony. Such an excuse would be understandable if half the people on the floor actually did what they were hired to do. Chris spent more time trying to find ways NOT to work that by this point he had to have been making less than what they make at McDonald's. Declan, when he was bored (which was far too often) was instigating, and all this without bringing up the goo-goo eyes and awkward flirtations that happened on a near-daily basis. An unwanted perk of her 'condition' meant she was privy to certain rumors and happenings with her co-workers. Whether they knew it or not. Ever since her arrival that morning, one of the folks behind the camera had been wanting to get her to do a, as they put it, 'talking head'. Eugene knew the vernacular, she was well versed in the realm of reality television. There was just one little problem. Well...a few problems.... [hr] [color=aqua]"Nae ileum-eun yujin hajiman myeoch gaji hablijeog-in e daehan-"[/color] Eugene spoke to the camera that practically ambushed her before she could even get settled. She didn't manage to get her entire thought out before she was informed that no one on the production crew spoke Korean nor did they have the funds to get a translator. That was enough to get Eugene to end the little 'interview' on the spot. The last thing she needed was for some strangers - assuming this even made it to air - mocking her because of her English speaking ability, or lack thereof. Or, worse, her [i]co-workers[/i] finding out that she'd been lying to them for six years. It wasn't supposed to happen like that, it was just Eugene's way of focusing on work in the office and socializing outside of the office, but somehow the socialization aspect never came up...probably because no one wanted to associate with someone who couldn't understand them. Really, the idea of 'pretending to not speak English' was not the most well thought out plan but at the time it seemed preferable than coming across as the lonely woman who puts her all into her work because it's all she has in her life. Which, unfortunately, was true about Eugene. [color=aqua]"My name is,"[/color] Eugene began to blink and speak rather slowly, her voice carrying an accent that was half genuine, half put upon (she'd never lose that Korean slant to her voice, but when she wasn't pretending few could tell she wasn't a native speaker), in order to simply introduce herself to the crew. [color=aqua]"Yoo Jin Han. From Korea. Every-won calls me 'Eugene' but...no..Yoo Jin. Y-O-O J-I-N."[/color] To Eugene's ears, Yoo Jin and Eugene sounded nothing alike despite her saying them damn near identically. [color=aqua]"Six years, I been here. Sales...head....Head sales."[/color] With that serving as her introduction, Eugene gave the camera a half-hearted thumbs up and walked off frame to sit at her desk. This was still an office, after all. [hr] Eugene was at her desk just long enough for her to boot up the computer before Alistair came around and placed a cookie on her desk. Sometimes it was flowers. Today it was cookies. Eugene offered the fellow salesman a nod of thanks. She didn't eat it, instead wrapping it in a napkin and placing it inside her desk, next to her chopsticks and other cookies she had been given over the weeks. She barely noticed the camera zooming in on the row of napkin-wrapped cookies in her desk. [color=aqua]"I like cookie,"[/color] Eugene spoke to the camera when asked, being ambushed and taken aside, [color=aqua]"But I am...sales head and he is under me. Wrong idea. No favor. No bride."[/color] She meant to say 'bribe' but no one felt the need to correct her. [color=aqua]"How did I get to head?"[/color] She repeated the question asked of her just as the voice of Aidan Ferguson was heard informing Gerald to dock Chris' pay again. Eugene paused to observe the announcement then turned back, about to crack up in a small fit of laughter. [color=aqua]"I got job simply. Here, in this office...one who speak leetle English still more compact-tent than everyone else."[/color] Eugene couldn't help but to feel a bit of pride as she brought that little introduction of an interview to a close. There was a meeting happening soon, and she would not miss it.[/center]