Xin Jun stood there at the Copy machine, printing the papers Mr. Anderson had given him moments ago before he ran off for his errands. All he could do was stand and stare at each paper coming through, nicely printed. The most easy job to access, yet it never paid enough for him. Then again, he shouldn't really think like that, he should be happy he's getting paid at all. Things could have been much worse, but how much worse could they get? Once the machine had finished printing the copies, he took the stack and moved over to a shelf that held a bunch of big yellow envelopes. Taking one off the shelf, he opened it, stuck the stack inside and closed the envelope. Then he took a pen and wrote the name of where the papers were going and who the person the envelope was going to. He set the envelope down on a table across from the copy machine. Though there was a stack of those envelopes due to so many people requesting copies of stuff.<br/><br/>With that, he moved to the back room to get the other packets of papers that Mr. Anderson requested to be printed. One of them, happened to be some papers for the New York Times, for John Buckett. He decided to work on that first. He took the stack of papers over and set it down on the front desk next to the copy machine, and took what papers were needed and stuck them into the copy machine to be copied and printed. Xin Jun rubbed the back of his neck, sighing heavily, knowing very well that this would take a while since the amount of papers needed to be printed was actually quite a lot. The New York Times had a lot of people in it, so it required a lot of copies. Go figure.<br/><br/>He then decided to head to the back room and sort some papers, and bring more envelopes in, setting them on the table. Then he left again to bring in some boxes of other papers needed to be done. As he was picking up some boxes, he heard a voice up front. It sounded female, and sounded like she was from the New York Times. Xin Jun quickly picked up the boxes, 3 boxes stacked on each other and carried them out front. He was quite strong to be able to carry so many boxes of papers like that. He made it out of the back room and came out front, setting the boxes down by the table. Standing upright, he looked at the girl who said her name was Evelyn Vale. Such a pretty name to hear. Even just the name Eve alone sounded beautiful. Xin Jun turned a bit so he was facing the girl and slightly bowed his head, "Ah, I'm Xin Jun Piao, sorry to keep you waiting, their printing right now. Do wait a moment?" he asked her, an apologetic, but warm smile on his face.<br/><br/>He continued to rummage around in the boxes, taking papers out and sorting them accordingly while he waited for the copy machine to finish up. As well as the envelopes, any packets that haven't been put into envelopes, and any envelopes that haven't had anything written on them yet. If one were to look at Xin Jun closely, they could say he was rather handsome, charming even. His frame was slightly well built, anyone would think he's 'perfect.' In reality, one may think he was, but his lifestyle was not. Not to him anyway.