episode 4
My new assistant, Martha, is a Dreamland veteran who has worked for all the Directors of the theme park, including my grandfather. She’s handled my transition with ease. The way she knows everything about everyone has been a bonus, making me breathe easier considering my move to Canada.
Because of Martha’s key intel, I know how to find most of the Dreamland employees all in one place to formally introduce myself.
Ten minutes before the meeting, everyone files inside the space and fills the countless rows of seats. Whatever energy I give off has the employees avoiding the back row for the more preferred seats in the front and middle. There’s only one person who braves the seat in front of me. The older gentleman stares at me like I’m inconveniencing him by sitting in his territory, but I ignore him.
Spotlights at the front of the room focus on Irene, the daytime crew manager, and Dreamland house mom. She has a helmet of white hair and blue eyes that scan the entire room like a drill sergeant. I’m not sure how she knows my location, but her eyes land on mine and she nods with pressed lips.
Joyce taps her clipboard. “All right, everyone. Let’s get started. We have a lot to cover and little time before the first guests arrive.” She sets the meeting agenda and moves through countless questions with confidence. She barely breathes as she discusses the July schedule of parades, festivals, and celebrities visiting the land.
The door behind me creaks open. I turn in my chair and look over my shoulder. A younger brunette man slides through the small crack before shutting it softly behind him.
I look down at my watch. Who is he, and why is he twenty minutes late?
He clutches onto a neon pink Penny skateboarded with one golden brown arm as He scans the packed room. I take advantage of him distraction to assess him. he’s beautiful in a way that makes it difficult to refocus my attention on the conversation at the front of the room.
I hate it yet I can’t look away. My eyes trace the curves of his body, drawing a path from his delicate throat to his thick thighs. The speed of my heart picks up.
I clench my hands into two fists, disliking the lack of control I have over my body.
Jeon Jungkook
*whispers*Get a hold of yourself.
I take a few deep breaths to slow my heart rate.
A lock of dark hair falls in front of his eyes. he tucks it behind an ear decked out in gold piercings. As if he senses my gaze, his eyes land on me—or more so the empty seat next to me.
Comments
Venizia
gift dear ❤
2024-05-17
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Venizia
taetaeeeeeee
2024-05-17
1
BTS army
I like this story very much 😁
2024-02-15
2