They arrived at the office together, only to find it in disarray. Lee Jun, preoccupied with his upcoming wedding, had neglected his business. As a result, a rival company had taken over their project. The whole place was in chaos, Sir! What has happened here?. Holy God, calls for his secretary.
As they entered the office together, they were met with a scene of utter chaos. The workplace was in shambles, a testament to Lee Jun's neglect of his business amidst his wedding preparations. The consequences of his distraction were dire: a rival company had usurped their project.
Lee Jun's eyes widened in horror as he grasped the magnitude of the disaster. He rushed to his workstation, his mind racing with desperation. With shaking hands, he began dialing numbers, pleading with partners to reconsider their decision. But every call was met with rejection, and the cruel words "we don't know you" cut deep. Lee Jun's world crumbled around him.
Yet, even in the depths of despair, he refused to surrender. His determination was a beacon of hope, and it did not go unnoticed. Sam, a silent witness to Lee Jun's struggles, decided to intervene. With a quiet confidence, Sam sat down, took a piece of paper and a pen, and began to sketch. The lines flowed effortlessly, culminating in a breathtaking design for a dress.
Sam's artwork proved to be a masterpiece, fetching a staggering five lakhs in the market. But Sam didn't stop there. More designs followed, each one a testament to his creative genius. The sales figures soared, eventually reaching an astonishing eight billion. And in a selfless gesture, Sam handed the entire sum over to Lee Jun.
Lee Jun's eyes were wide with wonder, his gratitude struggling to find expression. His company, once on the brink of collapse, was saved. But fate, it seemed, had one more cruel twist in store. A news report revealed that Lee Jun's finance had absconded with the money, leaving him reeling once more.
In a poignant moment, Lee Jun turned to Sam, his eyes brimming with tears, and wrapped him in a tight hug. The gesture spoke volumes of the bond forged in adversity, a testament to the transformative power of feelings of broken.
Sam's expression softened as he guided Lee Jun to his chair, helping him sit down. "Don't worry, sir," Sam said, his voice gentle. "You'll definitely find your Mr. Right." But Lee Jun's face contorted in anguish, and he shook his head.
"I've lost my faith in love," Lee Jun whispered, his voice cracking. "Please, just leave me alone. I want to be by myself." Tears streamed down his face as he begged, his body shuddering with sobs.
Sam's eyes filled with compassion as he patted Lee Jun's head. He squatted down beside him, his voice low and soothing. "Shall we go grab a drink instead?"
Lee Jun shook his head, his eyes still brimming with tears. "I don't think I'm ready for that, Sam. I need a break." But Sam's expression remained resolute.
"I understand how you're feeling, sir," Sam said gently, "but the company needs you now more than ever. The employees believe in you, and they're counting on you to lead them. You can't let them down because of personal heartache."
Lee Jun's gaze dropped, shame washing over him. "How could I be so foolish?" he muttered, his voice laced with self-loathing. "I'm acting like a total idiot over a woman."
Sam's hand on his shoulder was a comforting weight. "Thank you, Sam, for being here for me," Lee Jun said, his voice cracking.
With newfound determination, Lee Jun stood up, a fire igniting within him. "Let's grab a drink, and then we'll get back to work. I'll make sure that project comes back to us, no matter what it takes. Let's go!"
~END~