Delivery of Euphoria

Seok Syanja, a 23-year-old novelist, She has a powerful and intriguing personality. Large hazel eyes, long brown hair, a perfect smile, a nice figure, short stature, and an alcoholic voice. A wise young woman, passionate and hardworking, she was mailing another large corporation, crossing her fingers that someone would like it and hire her. She felt more at ease writing at night, when no one could bother her and she could easily concentrate on her work. "Oh. I'm hoping for at least one opportunity to prove myself. That's why I couldn't sleep at night so I could concentrate on my work."

She has been speaking to herself until she receives an e-mail. She reached for her phone right away. She received an email from someone (VIM EMPIRE AND COOPERATION) interested in hiring her as a novelist. When she saw the message, her eyes widened. She began to scream with joy. "Yeah, finally." I have an opportunity. She responded to their message and provided them with her contact information. She eventually received a call from the company.

There was a young lady there. "Hello, Ms. Seok." I hope everything is well with you. My name is Kim Li-No, and I work for VIM EMPIRE AND COOPERATION." Syanja spoke with a lady. The lady requested more information from Syanja and gave her some time to make her decision. Okay, I'll let you know in two days what I've decided. "Now I have to talk to my family and make them agree with my decision," she sighed after a phone call. I can't let it go. This is my fantasy. I didn't give up easily. I've already squandered far too much time. So this time, I'm not going to let anyone take it away from me." She fell asleep. She couldn't sleep even though it was past midnight. She was considering how to persuade her family to agree. She falls asleep after much overthinking.

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Syanja was sleeping peacefully in the morning, but when the sunlight hit her face, she groaned and sat on the bed. It was nearly 9:00 a.m. Syanja jumped out of bed and went about her daily routine. Syanja rushed down to the kitchen after a quick shower and sat at the dining table, making everyone frown. She finished her breakfast quickly, which worried her mother, and Syanja then attempted to converse with her mother. "Mom?" Her mother gave her a look. She noticed her daughter was preoccupied with her own thoughts.

She approached her and took her hand in hers. "What's the matter with you, my child?" Syanja smiled as she looked at her mother. I just wanted to let you know that I've been writing novels for a while now and that I worked extremely hard to be chosen.." Syanja's mother gave her a puzzled look. She had no idea what she was talking about. "Could you please explain it to me?" "What are you thinking?" Syanja sighed deeply and told her everything, telling her it was a fantastic opportunity and that she would be able to assist them as well. It's been a long time since they've had so much trouble in recent years. "Mom, after that, I'll be able to financially support you all. Please accept it." Her mother looked at her, as if something was constantly going through her mind. "I'll speak with your father." Syanja thanked her and hugged her tightly. "You are the best mother universal truth." Syanja's mother went to talk to her father in his room.

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Syanja prayed and waited for good news. She keeps telling herself to relax. She put her hand on her chest and calmed her racing heart. "OH! I'm hoping Dad will agree with my decision. Her father called her after several minutes. She began to panic. Her hands became cold, and she began to sweat profusely. Her father yelled once more. "I told you to come here, Yanja." Syanja flinched slightly, jumped to her feet, and dashed to his room.

She knocked on the door and waited for a response. "Please come in." She entered the room and stood in front of her mother and father, staring down at the floor, a fearful expression on her face. "What have I heard that is true?" While looking down, she heard her father's angry voice and simply nodded at his question. "Hmmmm? I need your formal reply." She nodded several times right away. "Yes, father. I'd like to have it." Her mother smiled slightly as her father looked at her. "All right, if you can take care of yourself on your own, I'll let you do it." Her face lit up with joy as she hugged him. He stroked her back.