Chapter 1 | Meeting

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𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

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Y/N' POV

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5/12/2018

Tuesday

Rushing through my track I wavered, maintained, ran, but I was fool enough to predict that my friend Amy would stick around for me on my initial day at work.

First day at work is oppressive, strolling like a zombie, not identifying anyone.

It's so much better at home.

"Amy, you should have led me the way to make it here" I gawked at the youthful woman sipping her cappuccino while transcribing.

"OH, my god — Your blouse!" as her views shifted up on me, she hopped from her spot and dashed my way. "Your button, Y/n why didn't you settled your shirt well, I can see your cleavage peeking"

I moved my eyes to my bosom, carrying my finger across the button I recalled but buttoning it while leaving my apartment was now between my fingers. My eyes turned fuller, one cure—stitch it. But how would I? In the office?

"Mister Jeon is about to come, before someone else notices this, let's run to the bathroom." The urgency laced in her voice.

She curled her grip around my wrist and dragged me to the restroom. My face reddened at the image of being in the presence of everybody like this. "How will we mend it?" The question shook my brain.

"Let's think" I returned.

20 Minutes later...

"It's like all your buttons will give up shortly. Why did you put on such a tight blouse?" Amy carried her eyes over my shirt. Interest held her.

Why did I wear this one?

"It's my lucky shirt. Papa notified me that Mister Jeon is intimidating, so I believed him and didn't choose to take any danger." My answer made Amy laugh under her breath.

Dad keeps calling me a bug since I'm a little clumsy and if I do something funny in Jeon Corporation, my chances of getting killed will increase.

Mister Jeon is my Father's old companion. Indeed, even though they have contacted him before, I never met him. When my father mentioned that Mister Jeon is like my second guardian, I figured out to be friendly as my parents summoned.

I'm here in Jeon corporation not to work but to understand how a business goes. I never appeared so mature in my nineteen years of existence.

"It's done. I finished my job. You can handle rest, all right?" The popular beam held place on Amy's lips, but the uncertainty never diminished.

"All right," I said to my buddy who by now was going through her lipstick.

I never appreciated makeup. I never required any. No one does.

Being a high schooler, I never extended consideration to anyone, never dated, nothing like an average teenager.

But now I do.

Amy's voice got me out of my dream. Note it, overthinking or day dreaming you can say, is one of the diseases I possess.

"We are running late; Mister Jeon must be here by now." My friend passed her way to the exit of the restroom, I went through myself and followed my peer.

I passed without glancing here and there and bumped into someone.

"Papa?" My eyes came fuller at the man who was now grinning at Me.

"Princess, didn't You greet Jungkook?" he inquired.

Without delaying my answer, my dad drew me to the lift. Pushing the button, I realized that Mister Jeon's cabin was on the tenth floor.

The lift opened with a loud 'ding' sound. I followed my father's action. He knocked on a mahogany door. A husky sound of a man called me and dad inside.

The place is black, the mysterious aura radiating makes me feel charmed and softened, the mint cologne runs to my nose making me feel refreshed, the furniture is all black and white, the desk in the office is black, shining like crystal.

I lifted my eyes to the man behind it, typing on his computer without affording a glimpse. As he felt our presence, he paid his eyes on us with an enormous grin, and for the first time I glimpsed at his face.

The man in front of me is not like any other I usually see, porcelain white skin shining in the dim room, powerful, green eyes gleaming dominance, creases around them, raven hair, thin cherry red lips, moist and lustrous.

Looking at his Wrinkles and the roughness of his voice, he must be in his late thirties.

As he pulled up from his chair, I got to acknowledge his height, which is boosting his good looks. My eyes flew to his veiny and tattooed arms, and I felt a shiver rushing down my spine.

He is wearing a white tight fitted dress shirt with black tight trousers, hugging his thigh muscles, presenting a rare view. A Rolex watch on his left tattooed hand.

I felt chill and petite in front of him.

"Jackson? It's been so long, you turned old buddy?" Mister Jeon said, becoming overwhelmed. The tone he used felt like the melody of heaven. The powerful influence made my knees wobble.

His eyes drifted to my immature form, turning me crimson with the way he examined my body and licked his lips. It felt heated. I could sense my heart pounding at the unusual attention. I bite my lips unknowingly to cover up my uneasiness, but the insignificant gesture darkens his eyes, turning the glint of the sins in his brain right now.

My throat went drained as I felt heat covering my cheeks. I cleared my throat to look a little professional. Which is just to soothe my soul?

He smirked and lifted my hand between his huge and rough ones, pecking it to make me more redden. He brought his eyes to my ****** area, his smirk widened.

"Is she Y/n?" My father carried his head up and down, acknowledging his aged buddy with an enormous shine on his face.

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2 Hours Later...

The time drifted without noticing. Dad and Mister Jeon were deliberating for two hours about the business and other stuff. I'm sitting on the couch taking notes and studying the business papers of our company to get more into my intellect. Meanwhile, I could sense some peers in my direction. Glancing their way, I spotted Mister Jeon staring at me, causing me to blush.

Being exhausted now, I set my head on the couch to ease for some minutes; I stretched a little but... unconsciously caught my upper dress shirt button, which Amy sewed is not there anymore, allowing an unobstructed view of my cleavage.

I heard my papa's phone ring. Excusing himself, he passed his way to the exit. Now I'm alone with him.

Mister Jeon pulled up from his seat and stepped in my direction. I straightened and fixed on my blouse, being embarrassed by the situation. He stops in front of me; I rise to his eye level. His eyes glanced at my cleavage, making me crimson.

"What happened? You look sick," he inquired, with a modest smirk on his lips.

"Nothing, just e—exhausted" I cursed myself in my brain for stuttering, and felt his smirk widen.

He opened his mouth to say something but got cut off by my father. He walked our way, a beam on his face.

"Jackson, I wanted to invite you and your family. It's been a long time since I saw Mirae and Y/n has grown up extremely... I want an evening with you guys," he said, shifting his eyes to me. "I invite you and your family to my mansion for a peaceful dinner tomorrow evening." he declared.

"But Jungkook don't make it formal, we'll be there tomorrow evening, all right?" My dad agreed with the grin he has been holding since morning.

"All right, I'll wait for you all..." his eyes settled on mine, my dad gave him a side hug and made his way towards the exit. To the basement to get the car to leave.

"I'll meet you tomorrow evening sweetheart," a mysterious gleam in his eyes made me shiver. A feeling of unknown touch made my heart throb, a sense of butterflies fluttering inside my stomach.

"Goodbye" I gave him my words, spun, walked straight and adopted the path my dad made to the exit.

I raised my eyes to the reflection on the mirror in front of me, opposite of the entrance door of the office room only to find Mister Jeon's eyes drifting from my butt to my back then landing on my front reflection, staring straight to my eyes with a slight smirk on his lips.

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